Of course, the Baguazhang that Feng Zhou knew was learned from Baguazhang practitioners when he traveled to China as a billionaire in the world of "Batman Begins", but at that time, it was the end of martial arts and he was really proficient in Bagua.
There are very few master figures in the palm, and he only learned one that resembles him.
After getting the book written by Dong Haichuan, Feng Zhou kept it on his body and took it out from time to time to read and appreciate the boxing principles in the words. Through this book, Feng Zhou became somewhat familiar with the art of Baguazhang.
Although he is a beginner, he is far from the master level, but at this time, Feng Zhou is using the Palm Dharma Shen to move step by step, agile and changeable, which is exactly what Baguazhang tastes like, and an expert will know it at a glance.
That's why Gong Er asked this question.
"Although my Baguazhang is not strong enough, my master is very famous. I'm afraid I'll scare you if I tell you."
"Very famous? Who among the Baguazhang masters today is more famous than my father?"
"Of course, Miss Gong Er, please listen carefully. I practice Baguazhang, and my mentor is none other than Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang!"
Gong Er said: "You are talking nonsense! Grandmaster has been dead for decades, how old are you? Besides, I follow my father and I have seen almost everyone who knows Bagua Zhang in the world. How come I have never seen you? You must be
I learned it secretly."
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "Confucius has been dead for two thousand years, but he is still the 'teacher of all generations', and no one claims to secretly learn from him. The boxing manual written by senior Dong Haichuan can be understood by future generations after reading it.
To the subtlety of Baguazhang."
"Humph! Sophistry!" Gong Er said angrily.
Feng Zhou wanted to say more, but suddenly a voice sounded from not far away: "The ancestor wrote a boxing book in his later years, intending to pass it on to future generations, but he didn't expect that it was lost in the war during the Gengzi period, and it was said that it was robbed by foreigners.
Come on, by your words, does this mean that Grandmaster's book of boxing is in your hands?"
Feng Zhou followed the sound and saw two old men coming out from behind a big tree not far away. The man in front had bright and deep eyes, standing like an ancient pine. The man in the back was carrying a big knife and had a little monkey standing on his shoulder.
Just by looking at the demeanor of the old man in front of him, one knew that he was none other than Gong Baosen, the master of Baguazhang.
Sure enough, when Gong Er saw this, he ran over and shouted: "Dad."
She stood next to Gong Baosen and said angrily: "Dad, this guy has also practiced Baguazhang, but his moves are weird and inappropriate. But he is so strong that he can't beat him no matter how hard he fights."
Gong Baosen smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, he looked at Feng Zhou and said with a smile: "I just heard that Mr. Master has the boxing manual written by my ancestor in his hand, so I was a little distracted. I wonder if you can take it out and let Gong
Take a look?"
Gong Baosen studied under Yin Fu, Dong Haichuan's eldest disciple. He was taught kung fu by his grandmaster when he was a child. Unexpectedly, decades later, he heard the news about his grandmaster's relics again. Why wouldn't he be excited?
Feng Zhou smiled, took out a boxing book from his arms, and said: "This boxing book was taken away by the Americans. By chance, I got it, so I traveled thousands of miles back to my country, just to let the hard work of my predecessors return to my motherland.
, handed it over to the hands of senior Baguazhang Grandmaster Gong."
Hearing this, Gong Baosen was shocked. He couldn't help wiping his hands and took the book respectfully.
The book has a blue cover, and the letter is made of white silk, edged with red leather. The title of the book reads "Baguazhang Shuzhen" in five large characters, and next to it are the three small characters "Dong Haichuan".
Turning over the pages of the book, it turned out to be the writings of my ancestor that I had read back then. Every word in it was written with strong vigor, one stroke after another, and there was no sense of scrawling. It was written by my ancestor Dong Haichuan himself in his later years.
Even though Gong Baosen had experienced hardships for a long time, when he saw the writings of his ancestor again after decades, he couldn't help but burst into tears and murmured: "The hard work of my ancestor can be returned to our hands. God has eyes."
!”
For a moment, his body shook slightly.
"master……"
"father!"
Jiang Fuxing and Gong Er quickly supported Gong Baosen from left to right.
Gong Baosen came back to his senses, looked at Feng Zhou, and sighed: "In the Gengzi Year, countless precious treasures were snatched away by the Eight-Nation Allied Forces. I originally thought that I would never see this autograph written by my ancestor again in this life.
, I didn’t expect it to be delivered to my door by my husband. I can’t express my gratitude.”
After saying that, he bowed deeply to Feng Zhou.
"master……"
"father!"
Jiang Fuxing and Gong Er were slightly startled and couldn't help shouting at the same time.
Gong Baosen is a contemporary master, a highly respected figure in the martial arts world, and is known as the invincible in the north. Even the Northeastern King Zhang Yuting, who has become the supreme leader of Beiyang at this time, will maintain superficial respect when meeting Gong Baosen, not to mention other people.
?
But when Gong Baosen faced this young man, he bowed to him just because he presented him with a book?
This can only show that this boy is not bragging. The book in his hand was also written by the ancestor. Otherwise, could the old man be so excited?
But what is the background of this young man to get this book?
At this time, Gong Baosen had come to his senses, broke away from the support of Jiang Fuxing and Gong Er, and said, "May I ask where your name comes from, sir?"
"I am Feng Zhou, who is from the United States. I accidentally bought this book from an American veteran who participated in the Eight-Nation Allied Forces. I originally wanted to give it to Mr. Situ Meitang of Zhi Gong Tang, but later I found that the organization in Zhi Gong Tang was chaotic. The so-called Tang
There is a party within the party, and there is a church within the party. For safety reasons, I will return to China and plan to hand over this book, the hard work of my predecessors, to the descendants of Baguazhang."
Situ Meitang is an overseas Hongmen boss who once funded Dr. Sun Yat-sen. Even though he was in the United States at this time, his name was spread throughout the Central Plains martial arts world. Gong Baosen had naturally heard of his name. Now when he heard Feng Zhou mention this person,
She also had a slight disdain for his Zhi Gong Tang, and could not help but believe his words.
"Sir, I traveled thousands of miles to return home just for a few old books. I'm very grateful." Gong Baosen sighed, and then said: "It's cold outside, sir, how about we talk to you inside?"
"I was about to make a fuss." Feng Zhou said with a smile.
Several people walked into the courtyard door together and entered the living room.
When Gong Er saw that the guy he was fighting just now was not very old, but his background was extraordinary, and even the big shots overseas didn't pay attention to him, he couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Looking carefully, I noticed that Feng Zhou had a bold nose, eyes like bright stars, fair skin, and an extremely well-tailored 'foreign devil' attire. He was really handsome, handsome and heroic.
Gong Er couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He quickly took a deep breath, hurriedly made a pot of tea, brought it up, and said softly: "Mr. Feng, I have offended you just now, please have some tea."
"I knew that if I made up my background a bit more, I would be able to scare these bumpkins." Feng Zhou thought to himself, but said, "Thank you, girl."
Gong Baosen took a closer look at Feng Zhou and saw that he had thin skin and tender flesh, and the joints in his hands were like those of a rich young master. He did not look like a practicing man at all. He really couldn't believe that he had just resisted his daughter's Baguazhang with his body.
In addition, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, dressed like a foreign devil, and he mentioned the overseas Chinese bigwigs and made comments such as "the organization of the court is in chaos, the party is in the court, and the party is in the court", I still have some doubts in my heart.
Then he asked casually: "Mr. Feng is young and has traveled thousands of miles. How are your parents at home?"
Feng Zhou looked sad, "My parents are far away, and I probably won't see them again in this life."
Gong Baosen fell silent after hearing this. After a moment, he said: "In this world, who can live without death? Birth, old age, illness and death are common things, so don't be overly sad."
Feng Zhou had never seen his parents in his two lifetimes, and naturally he had no such thoughts in his third lifetime. His expression of sadness just now was just showing off his acting skills. When he heard Gong Baosen's words, he knew that the other party did not completely believe him.
He said: "When I come down here, I certainly want to hand over the autographed writings of the founder of Baguazhang to future generations, but I also have an unkind request, which I hope my senior will fulfill."
"Oh?" Gong Baosen said with a smile, "Mr. Feng, you might as well just say it."
"I have been fond of martial arts since I was a child. After getting this book, I have been studying day and night. However, without the guidance of a famous teacher, it has been difficult to get started. Therefore, I returned home thousands of miles away with the intention of asking for guidance from my seniors. I would like to ask my seniors to help me with this."
Feng Zhou looked into Gong Baosen's eyes and said sincerely.