Suddenly there was a cough in the back hall, and an old woman walked out. She was wearing a green cotton-padded jacket and a black skirt. Her spine was slightly hunched, her temples were all white, but her hair on top was pitch black. Although Shang Baozhen was knocked down by Tian Guinong,
The injury was not serious, so he rushed up and shouted: "Mom, things here have calmed down. Please go back and rest."
It turned out that this old woman was Shang Baozhen's mother.
Mrs. Shang glanced at everyone and whispered to Shang Baozhen to arrange for someone to dispose of the body and clean the flower hall.
Then he looked at Feng Zhou: "Thank you sir, if it weren't for this, Merchant Fort would have suffered a big disaster."
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "Old Madam, you're too polite. When we see an uneven road, it's our true nature to draw out our swords to help. Besides, you practice Baguazhang. Unfortunately, I also learned Baguazhang from my master. We are from the same martial arts school, so I don't need to thank you."
Say more."
Xu Zheng and Ma Chunhua were young and had little experience in the world, so they didn't think much of it. But Ma Xingkong was startled and thought to himself: "Didn't you say you were born in the Jinding Sect? How did you say you practiced Baguazhang?"
It turns out that during the Qianlong period, the authentic branch of the Bagua Sect was in the capital. The leader was Wang Weiyang, the chief escort of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau in the capital. Those who learned Bagua Zhang all over the world were his disciples and disciples, even the old Bagua in Shangbao.
Master Shang Jianming is also his disciple.
But Feng Zhou had previously said that he was from the Jinding Sect in Yunnan.
It's strange that Yunnan and Beijing are thousands of miles apart, but they practice the same martial arts.
Sure enough, Mrs. Shang was startled and said, "My late husband's master is Mr. Wang Weiyang, the powerful king of Heshuo, but I don't know who his master is?"
Feng Zhou smiled faintly and did not answer.
He didn't want to say more, and Mrs. Shang didn't ask any more questions. She turned to Shang Baozhen and said, "Zhen'er, come in with me!"
Shang Baozhen nodded, and the two of them entered the inner hall.
Feng Zhou looked at the two people's backs and said to Ma Xingkong: "Mr. Ma, head escort, you see that Mrs. Shang is faltering, do you think she doesn't know martial arts?"
Ma Xingkong was startled, then nodded.
Seeing that Mrs. Shang was old and hunched, he thought she really didn't know how to do martial arts.
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "When Mrs. Shang was young, she followed Shang Jianming around the world. They were like a couple of gods. It was not until later that she stayed at home because she was pregnant with a child. Do you think she has heard of you, Mr. Ma?
What’s the escort’s name?”
Ma Xingkong was shocked and said hurriedly: "So she knows that I fought with his late husband back then?"
"What do you think?" Feng Zhou said.
Ma Xingkong's expression changed greatly, but he quickly calmed down and said to Feng Zhou, "Mr. Feng saved me twice. Ma Xingkong is deeply grateful."
"It's just a matter of one sentence." Feng Zhou waved his hand, not caring.
The living room had returned to calm, but Xu Zheng was shocked and confused.
I was shocked that Feng Zhou was so powerful in martial arts that he saved their escort agency from dire straits. What I was afraid of was that he would hold a grudge against him for treating her like this before.
Although he kowtowed to Geta just now, seeing how he didn't care really made him uneasy.
Feng Zhou naturally ignored Xu Zheng's wild thoughts. He just said this to Ma Xingkong just because he didn't want Ma Xingkong to stay here and be burned to death in the Fire Hall. Not to mention, his daughter was also burned.
Fukangan seduced him, and eventually he and Xu Zheng died one after another.
This Ma Xingkong is not a bad person. Since he is destined to Feng Zhou, then give him a push and don't let him fall into the fire pit of Merchant Fort.
Soon Shang Baozhen came out and said, "My mother asked Mr. Ma to serve tea in the inner hall."
During the conversation in the inner hall, Mrs. Shang advised Ma Xingkong to stay in Merchant Fort to recuperate. However, Ma Xingkong was also a veteran of the world and had preconceived ideas. He immediately understood the deep meaning behind Mrs. Shang. He dared to stay in Merchant Fort for a long time, and there was nothing he could say.
Don't dare to stay.
In the end, Mrs. Shang had no choice but to let them leave after the rain stopped.
Ma Xingkong knew that he was seriously injured and would not be able to recover for a few months. He was afraid that this trip would be difficult.
So after leaving Merchant Fort, he went to the nearby escort bureau to invite his colleagues to help, share most of the profits, escort the escort together, and slowly recover from his injuries along the way.
Although Ma Chunhua wanted to stay a few more days and stay with Feng Zhou for a while, the situation was stronger than others, but there was nothing she could do.
In fact, when Tian Guinong, Yan Ji, and Ma Xingkong were fighting in the flower hall, Mrs. Shang was hiding in the dark and watching. She was also a martial artist, and she could tell at a glance that Tian Guinong's martial arts were far superior to hers.
His son Shang Baozhen is above him. Even if Yan Ji, a rascal, tries his best, he may not be able to win.
But as soon as Feng Zhou appeared on the stage, both Yan Ji and Tian Guinong were vulnerable. They thought in their hearts: "This Feng Zhou has already mastered such magical skills when he is less than twenty. If he can teach Zhen'er, I will
Isn’t my martial arts improving by leaps and bounds? Besides, he is also from the Bagua sect, so he can get twice the result with half the effort by giving guidance. Hey! If Jian Ming is still alive, he will naturally provide guidance. No matter how high other people’s martial arts are, why should I pay attention?"
After making up his mind, he invited Feng Zhou to say: "Mr. Feng, I heard from you that I am also from the Bagua sect, so I am bold. I want you to stay for a while and teach my son martial arts. I wonder if you are willing to give in?"
Feng Zhou thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's okay, but I have a request."
Mr. Shang was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Sir, it doesn't matter if you just say it."
"I originally planned to strangle Tian Guinong to death, but the one-armed young man knelt down and begged for mercy. I admire this chivalrous demeanor very much. I saw that his uncle and nephew's clothes were shabby, their faces were sallow, and they looked like they had not eaten enough.
, if the old lady doesn’t dislike it, how about asking them to stay?”
Naturally, Mrs. Shang also saw Ping's behavior and admired his chivalrous demeanor, so she said: "That's fine."
So I found the one-armed young man Ping Asi and asked, "Where are you two going? Is the journey enough for you?"
The one-armed man Ping Asi said: "The villain's uncle and nephew are living in the world. They are at home all over the world. There is no telling where they are going."
Mrs. Shang looked at the child carefully, pondered for a long time, and said: "If you two don't give up, you can help with some work here. We are a big village and we don't want to fight for two more people to eat."
The one-armed man had other plans in mind. When he heard that he was overjoyed, he immediately stepped forward to thank him. When the old lady Shang asked about his name, Ping Asi said his name was Ping Si, and the child was his nephew, named Ping Fei.
Feng Zhou naturally knew that Ping Fei was Hu Fei's pseudonym, and of course he would not reveal it.
That night Shang Baozhen arranged the rooms, Feng Zhou stayed in a luxurious guest room, and the uncle and nephew of the Ping family were also arranged in a good house.
After dinner, Ping Asi and Hu Fei went back to the house. They closed the door and window. Ping Asi's face was full of joy and he whispered: "Master, with the blessings of your deceased parents, these two boxing sutras have finally returned."
God is really wise in your hands."
Hu Fei said: "Uncle Ping, please don't ever call me Young Master again. If someone accidentally hears you, it will arouse people's suspicion."
Ping Silian claimed that it was, took out the small oil paper bag from his arms, and handed it to Hu Fei respectfully with both hands. He was not so respectful to the child, but he thought of his benefactor Hu Yidao.
Hu Fei asked: "Uncle Ping, do you recognize Mr. Feng? How did he know that the Boxing Sutra was in Yan Ji's hands, and why did he give you these two pages?"
Ping Asi pondered: "Maybe he is your father's former friend... No, how old is he? Maybe he is the descendant of your father's friend. If you want your benefactor to be generous and heroic, and unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, you will naturally get to know a few people who share the same mind and heart.
friends."
Hu Fei said: "No wonder he returned my boxing scriptures and gave me a sentence. But why don't you recognize me?"
Ping Asi smiled and said: "Since his elders have a very close friendship with their benefactor, they naturally don't want to see you in your current situation, so they took back the boxing scripture and returned it to us, just to let you practice martial arts well and revive the glory of our benefactor as soon as possible.
I think it might be his intention for Mrs. Shang to let us stay."
Hu Fei pondered for a while and said: "Since he doesn't want to tell the truth, he must have deep meaning. I will keep this feeling in my heart and repay him well in the future. I will definitely learn from it."
So Feng Zhou and his uncle and nephew settled down in Merchant Fort. Ping Asi was picking manure in the vegetable garden and growing vegetables, while Hu Fei was sweeping the floor and wiping guns in the martial arts hall. They were no longer living in exile as before, and had a good meal.
Without a meal, and the work was not too tiring, Hu Fei had enough time to practice boxing secretly.