Gong Ruomei is the only daughter of Gong Baosen, and she is also a martial arts prodigy. She is the descendant of the Gong family's sixty-four hands of Baguazhang. If you want to practice this kind of martial arts, you will naturally have it.
However, Gong Ruomei was aloof and proud of the Gong family, so it was naturally impossible for her to exchange the Gong family's sixty-four hands for this elixir.
Even if Zhang Ziyu is not in her world, even if the Gong family's sixty-four tricks are passed down, it will not have much impact on her, and no one else will know about it.
But with her temperament, she was unwilling to act like this.
Even though she is a woman, she does not bother to use it for her own benefit.
"I'm sorry, Taoist Priest. The stuff is good stuff, but unfortunately, the Gong Family's Sixty-Four Techniques can't be easily passed on to others, so this elixir has no chance with me."
Gong Ruomei spoke frankly and looked calm, but the slight movement of her eyelids showed that her heart had been moved.
It's just that I don't have a chance, it's not that I don't want it.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Ziyu didn't try to persuade her. This first business was ruined.
Forget it, just salted fish.
Anyway, Monster Ranch has just started, and there will naturally be customers in the future.
It's just that the arrival of these customers is random, which means that the probability of regular customers coming again is higher.
I don’t know if I will have the chance to meet Gong Ruomei, the legendary Gong family woman, again in the future.
"Little Taoist Priest, I don't know how I can leave this place?"
"Just think in your mind that you can go back. It's not difficult."
Gong Ruomei bowed slightly, and then said: "Although I haven't traded with the little Taoist priest, there is a saying that business cannot be done without righteousness. What happened here is also an unforgettable experience for me. The little Taoist priest bids you farewell here, if it is
We are destined to see each other again."
"etc."
Gong Ruomei turned around and was about to leave. Zhang Ziyu looked at her back and couldn't help but feel unbearable as he remembered that she had been a widower all her life in pursuit of revenge. She was the only female martial arts master in the world who was addicted to opium and died of illness.
"Do you have anything else to do, little Taoist priest?"
"Miss Gong, the Gong family's secret knowledge should not be cut off. Although it is a rule to seek revenge, times have changed dramatically, and the rules are also changing. Sometimes, when you let go, you can see a wider world and all living beings."
Zhang Ziyu couldn't bear the thought of Gong Ruomei committing suicide after being taught the Taoism, so she warned her.
"You said that my Gong family's unique skills are unparalleled?"
However, at this time, Gong Ruomei's aura changed, and her eyes focused, as if a bright light was about to see through Zhang Ziyu.
Gong Ruomei originally thought it was strange that Zhang Ziyu knew about her affairs, but her reaction didn't seem like rumors.
And now his words made Gong Ruomei feel that he seemed to know the future of the Gong family.
She trusted her instincts, so she had to figure it out.
However, Zhang Ziyu was confused.
This woman's reaction seems wrong. She...shouldn't she be following the path and abolishing Ma San now? Why did she react so bigly?
Zhang Ziyu, this little unlucky guy, saw that he was very impressive and was wearing a blue cheongsam. His appearance and figure were very similar to those he wore after taking revenge, so he subconsciously judged the timeline.
But now it's obvious that something went wrong.
The two of them looked at each other, sitting on chairs on both sides, looking at each other. Zhang Ziyu kept laughing dryly.
"Little Taoist Priest, do you know the fate of my Gong family?"
Zhang Ziyu said, "Tell me first, what time is it over there?"
"Twenty-three years of the Republic of China."
Zhang Ziyu counted the time with his fingers. The first year of the Republic of China was 1912, so the 23rd year of the Republic of China was 1934. It was still two years before Gong Baosen went south to retire and the Jinlou Competition, and nothing had happened yet.
occur.
Zhang Ziyu then nodded and said: "For some reasons, I do know the future of the Gong family. Of course, this is the future before you come here."
Gong Ruomei nodded slightly. She knew that this place was far more magical than she knew. It might have been different if she hadn't come.
Zhang Ziyu said slowly: "Your father, Mr. Gong Baosen, wants to retire from the world. He will retire once in the north and your senior brother Ma San will help him. He will retire again in the south and choose a southern warrior to help him."
Arrogance and confidence flashed across Gong Ruomei's brows, and she said: "The Gong family has not been defeated for many years, and no one in the south can compete with him."
The one who joins forces in the north is her senior brother Ma San, whose skill is naturally not as good as her father's, but as the eldest disciple who joins forces and retires, winning or losing is not important. As long as he shows considerable strength, he is famous and can inherit the reputation and status of his master.
However, people in the South do not have direct descendants from the Gong family. If they want to succeed, they can only win, not lose.
And Gong Baosen cannot lose.
Zhang Ziyu shook his head slightly and said, "What if your old man wants to give up his reputation to achieve something?"
Gong Ruomei frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Give up your reputation and ask for a Southern Quan to spread to the North. Just like when Northern Quan was spread to the South, the martial arts of the North and the South united to fight against the national calamity!"
Gong Ruomei's face changed slightly, and she lost her manners in front of Zhang Ziyu for the first time.
As a daughter, she naturally understands her father. He can do this, and he will even do it.
Zhang Ziyu said slowly: "He gave up his great reputation to a Wing Chun descendant named Ip Man and went north to live in seclusion. Within a few years, the Japanese invaded and the country fell. Your senior brother Ma San became a traitor for the sake of fame and fortune.
Mr. Gong calls on your senior brother to lecture you."
"What are you training for?"
"Old Ape Hanging Seal."
"Old Yuan Guayin looks back and sees that the pass is turning back. Does he want his senior brother to look back?"
"Yes, but Ma San doesn't understand. When the two of them fought, your father used White Ape Tou Tao, and Ma San used the old ape hanging seal."
Zhang Ziyu glanced at Gong Ruomei. At this time, her eyebrows were lowered, and her delicate hands on the table were already tense and shaking slightly.
Not worried, but angry.
"He kept his hand?"
Gong Ruomei understands her father's feelings for her senior brother, so she will definitely not kill him. One of them has intentions to hold back, and the other cannot understand, and their moves will be fatal. If the two fight, there will be an accident.
"Ma San couldn't see that the old man was holding back. The old ape hung the seal and seriously injured the old man. The old man Gong was seriously injured and died."
"Then I followed the path of a single person, leaving no heirs, not getting married, not passing on my skills, and avenging my father, right?"
There was a hint of that in Gong Ruomei's eyes, and she said calmly and resolutely: "The secret knowledge of the Gong family is extremely precious, and naturally only the Gong family can ask for it. I am twenty this year, which is not a young age. I will graduate this year.
After the new year, it will be time for someone to get married, or even get married. If you don’t follow the Tao, you won’t serve the palace family, and revenge is not a good name, and your words are not true."
The solitary path is a contract in the martial arts world. Only those with high moral standards and a certain reputation are qualified to do it.
Only by entering the Duxing Dao can you stop the mouths of everyone in Youyou and prove that you will be a member of the palace family for the rest of your life.
The unique skills of the Gong family, one hard and one soft, Xingyiquan was inherited by Ma San, and the sixty-four moves of Baguazhang were learned by her.
If she followed the Tao and deposed Ma San, then this unique skill would really be unparalleled.
Gong Ruomei knew her own character, and if such a thing really happened, she would definitely do this.
Gong Ruomei took a deep look at Zhang Ziyu, and then said: "Little Taoist Priest, the Gong family has accepted your great kindness this time. I am not a person who does not know how to advance and retreat. This Gong family's sixty-four moves will be my repayment."
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The sixty-four skills of the Gong family are extremely refined and precious, and should not be passed down lightly.
But compared to the Gong family's future, these sixty-four moves are naturally a bit lighter.
This does not mean that if someone threatens the Gong family with life and death, they can get sixty-four hands.
The Gong family still has the courage to die rather than surrender.
However, now someone has pointed out the dead end of the Gong family's future and also given them hope.
That is a great gift to revitalize a school. If you don’t give up your unique knowledge, how can you appreciate the grace?
As soon as she said these words, Gong Ruomei followed a mysterious guidance, and her knowledge of the sixty-four hands and practice experience were engraved from her memory, and turned into a ball of light that appeared in her hand.
Looking at this scene, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, it was so magical.
Zhang Ziyu never thought of exchanging information for sixty-four tricks.
It's not that he is stupid, it's just his personality.
I fish, I'm lazy, I cheat my seniors, but I'm still a good person.
For some people he has a good impression of, Zhang Ziyu is determined not to be stingy in helping them.
However, the other party has already expressed his gratitude, but Zhang Ziyu will not refuse.
But if I just accept it, it would be a bit smelly and shameless.
Zhang Ziyu thought for 0.01 seconds, then poured out two Xiaoyin Blood Peiyuan Pills, put them in another bottle, and handed them to Gong Ruomei.
"I can take the sixty-four hands of the Gong family, but I have no intention of exchanging this information. These are two Xiaoyin Blood Peiyuan Pills, and this one is one of our Maoshan body-polishing martial arts, Baguazhang."
After Zhang Ziyu finished speaking, his experience and knowledge about practicing Baguazhang turned into a ball of light and was reproduced from his memory.
"I use these two things in exchange for your sixty-four hands. Don't worry about the lack of elixirs. I practiced five pills in one batch and ate one. Now I only have four pills. I gave you half."
When Gong Ruomei saw his digu look, she chuckled. She had already lowered her guard, and her ladylike grace was revealed in her smile.
"Little Taoist Priest, if that's the case, then let's consider it a deal. How to take this elixir?"
The little Taoist priest did not learn martial arts from her. She learned martial arts from Zhang Ziyu to repay a favor, but she did not value the transaction.
Even if Zhang Ziyu doesn't give it, these sixty-four hands will remain here.
This is Gong Ruomei's arrogance and her persistence in doing things.
"The elixir can temper the body. If you take it, you will get cold. It's good if it's winter. And because of personal refining reasons, ahem... the taste is not very good."
"That's okay. I'm also a medical student, so I know how good medicine tastes bitter."
Gong Ruomei didn't care about the taste. Women practiced martial arts and suffered several times more pain than men.
Over the years, I have suffered from broken bones more than once.
I can tolerate this, so what if it tastes a little bit different.