"Southern Provincial Guoshu Museum, Du Yunqiang, come to see off the old man Cui of the Xingyi Boxing Grandmaster for the last time."

Cui Shanying frowned, the people from the south are coming!

The voice of the sixth uncle sounded: "Southern Provincial Guoshu Museum, Du Yunqiang, come to see off Old Man Cui on his last journey, Cui's family opens the door and welcomes him." ”

The Southern Provincial Guoshu Hall represents the Southern Boxing, when the Five Tigers went down to the south of the Yangtze River, after the Northern Boxing passed to the south, the martial arts were not harmonious, and the Northern Gate went to the south, but the Southern Boxing did not come over, and it was a hundred years in a flash. In recent years, Wing Chun, a small southern boxing genre, has been carried forward by a generation of grandmaster Ye Daxia, and can be regarded as a representative of southern boxing and northern transmission.

But Wulin's grievances are inexplicable.

This time, Du Yunqiang came to the door late at night on behalf of the Southern Provincial Guoshu Museum, which will not be a good thing.

"Please!"

Cui Shanying stood at the door of the mourning hall and asked, "Master Du came at night, did he want to use the old man's mourning hall north to spread his fame, or did he think about it but had grievances?" ”

Du Yunqiang looked at Cui Shanying and said, "You are Cui Shanying?" The old man's successor? ”

"Yes!"

"Okay, I originally had the old man to have the final say in this matter, but I didn't expect the old man to leave early, and I came late. Since you take the old man's class, then I'll tell you. Du Yunqiang said in a deep voice.

Cui Shanying nodded: "Let's talk about it!" ”

"Back then, Old Man Cui went south, defeated thirteen martial arts halls in a row, became famous, and had an agreement with thirteen martial arts halls, and when he taught good apprentices in the future, he would come to him to ask for it. Thirty years have passed, and the people of the thirteen martial arts halls have asked me to ask, if the words of the year still count! ”

Old Man Cui's reputation in the martial arts is loud, and he relied on himself to make it. Thirty years ago, I walked around the south and stayed for three years before I came back.

"Count!" Cui Shanying didn't think about it, so he agreed. The old man's reputation was given to him, and he could call the shots in this matter.

Du Yunqiang nodded and said: "Okay, since it is counted, then I have not come in vain, on the seventh day of February next year, on the fifteenth day of the first month, thirteen boxing gyms in the south will hold a banquet in the Golden Building, and invite the Cui family to come!" ”

Cui Shanying looked at each other, hugged his fists and said, "Shanying must arrive!" ”

"Good!"

Du Yunqiang turned around and put incense on the old man, turned around and left. He came this time to spread the word, why didn't he come to the door during the day, he wanted to taste it from the words.

There are only three people who add enmity tonight, Du Yunqiang is one, there is no need to do it, it is useless to do it, but he made an appointment and set up a Hongmen banquet.

No one has come anymore, this is the last night of seven days, and it is already long over.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the second person came!

"I'll take the name!" When the other party came in, he didn't even mention the font number, and he called when he came up.

Cui Shanying was not polite, he used his fist hard, closed his shoulders and hips, and shot mercilessly, the two took three moves, Cui Shanying took a kick and broke one of the other party's legs.

The other party gritted his teeth and said nothing, and was helped away.

Cui Shanying sat on the chair, squinting his eyes, it was still early outside at night, and there was still one person left tonight, who didn't know, the person just now was a master, and he almost killed him with one kick, and winning was also a narrow victory.

Until the second half of the night!

A row of luxury off-road vehicles stopped at the door of the Cui family's mansion, and fourteen men in black suits and sunglasses with different skin tones got out of the car.

The one who walked into the Cui family's old house was a black man.

"Our boss asked me to greet Master Cui!"

The black man is very tall, and after saying this, he raised his leg and slammed the whip at Cui Shan's eagle-faced door, which was fast and ruthless, not a domestic road, and was biased towards the movements of Western fighting and Brazilian war dance.

Cui Shanying dodged, the other party was very fast, and when he raised his hand to parry, there was a secret forbearance on his shoes, which cut his clothes and cut a cut on his arm, and the wound was not deep.

The other party jumped and laughed: "Oriental Kung Fu, NO, no!" ”

Cui Shanying smiled, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at the other party, signaling the other party to step forward. He came, as soon as he moved, Cui Shanying's body dived down, jumped up, it was the shape of a dragon, full of strength, the whole shoulder and elbow split out, the force was so fierce, he jumped out of the mourning hall, the black man flew out more than ten meters, rolled on the ground a few times, climbed down, and lay down without moving.

"The dragon shape beats you, it is a big talent, carry the person away, and tell your boss that we have settled this feud, no matter who it is, we will settle it in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his room. Outside things, naturally there are Cui family cooking, the mourning hall is set up for seven days, tonight is the seventh night, there are three people who come to the door with grievances, and the Cui family is not waiting for the late.

Closing the door, Cui Shanying spit blood, just now the dragon shape ate the skill, and he was injured, and he pulled the wound, closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

No matter how powerful kung fu is, it is also practiced by people, Cui Shanying has deep skills, but he does not have three heads and six arms, and he has been fighting for seven nights in a row.

If he started with Du Yunqiang today, plus the black man who came later, he would have to lie down.

"Mountain Eagle!" Sun Rui, who followed up, exclaimed.

Cui Shanying closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Funeral during the day, wake me up alive!" After saying that, he fainted.

Cui Sanjie, Sixth Uncle, Sun Guodong They all came, Sun Guodong personally finished Cui Shanying's pulse and said: "It's no big deal, in the next few months, try to let him do less." ”

The words relieved everyone in the room, Cui Shanying was able to resist, and in the future in the martial arts, he had the right to speak.

"Shanying said that when the old man is out of the funeral, he must be woken up no matter what!" Sun Rui's eyes were red and he whispered.

Cui Sanjie said: "Call it, this kid is more important to the old man than to us, if he doesn't let him get up to send the old man on his last journey, he will remember this pimple in his heart for a lifetime." ”

When the old man was buried, there were hundreds of people who saw off the old man, and there was a long queue.

Cui Shanying personally helped the spirit and walked in the forefront.

Until the burial, he didn't say a word, and he didn't shed a single tear.

After the old man was buried, Cui Shanying only felt dizzy, looked up and lost consciousness, and didn't know how to come back.

By the time I opened my eyes, it was already three days later.

The people who should have left have all left, the mourning hall has been demolished, and the Cui family's old house has returned to its original calm, just the blank paper on the door, proving that someone has passed away, and there is one less person in the martial arts.

"Mountain Eagle is awake!" Sun Rui watched Cui Shanying open his eyes and screamed happily.

"Eagle!" Cui Shan Yingniang Zhang Yanru came over and asked with a distressed face: "Son, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Cui Shanying looked at his mother, grinned with a little chapped lips, smiled and said, "There's no uncomfortable place, I'm a little hungry." ”

"Wait, I'll serve you a bowl of porridge."

Sun Rui said, "Auntie, you sit, I'll go." ”

Zhang Yanru saw that Sun Rui went, and she didn't move, holding Cui Shanying's hand, sighed and said: "Son, don't be uncomfortable, the old man is not sick, but his life is coming, the old man is eighty and two this year, he was competitive when he was young, he was injured in his blood, and he didn't feel it two days before leaving. It's so urgent, no one thought of it! ”

Cui Shanying said 'um'.