With the approval documents of the Macao Sports Development Bureau and the Department of Social Welfare, Chen Bingzhong easily raised 60,000 yuan for the sponsorship of the competition, which was sponsored by an entertainment venue in Macau called Huxi Club, and its owner was a Huangpu native who was known for his financial resources in both Hong Kong and Macao.

In order to make this boxing match eye-catching, in the gym of Sun Lianyin in the Kowloon Walled City, Su Jingxian, who knows nothing about martial arts, is trying to teach martial arts for the first time to two upcoming gym masters.

Martial arts instructor, also known as action design, first appeared in the late 60s of the 20th century, and later developed into a team of 'X family classes' headed by a dragon and tiger martial artist, which became more and more mature and grown.

But in today's era, Hong Kong's Liyuan Xing has not collapsed under the impact of the film industry, there are more fans than movie fans, although there are already martial arts movies, but the concept of martial arts guidance has not yet risen.

"Master Sun, you should kick this leg a little higher, so that it looks powerful enough." Su Jingxian saw Sun Lianyin kick according to what he said, and immediately corrected him.

Sun Lianyin frowned: "Mr. Su, those of us who practice martial arts emphasize that their legs are not more than their waists, and it is easy to be ...... when the middle door is wide open."

"Come on, come on!" Su Jingxian waved his hand again and again, he had a chance to sneak out of the office in the past two days while the superintendent of the ghost guy was away, and he didn't teach the two boxing masters much movements, but his ears were filled with various boxing proverbs, "Master Sun, the signboard we played this time is the Chinese martial arts exhibition match, do you know what the exhibition match means?" Of course, you have to put the ornamentation first, otherwise you and Master Zheng will be on the ring for a minute or two to determine the winner and loser, and the point is worthy of the audience's 20 yuan entrance ticket? ”

"Master Sun, I think what Mr. Su said is reasonable, everyone is talking about hands, and they don't want to divide life and death in the boxing ring, what the masters handed over may not be suitable!" On the other side, a short and fat boxing gym master followed Su Jingxian's words and persuaded Sun Lianyin.

This is a short and fat boxing gym master surnamed Zheng, named Zheng Hansheng, is a master of a family called Hansheng boxing gym in the countryside of Yuen Long, a descendant of the lineage of hanging boxing, and is also the opponent of Sun Lianyin in the boxing ring this time.

Originated in HB Cangzhou, Phi Hang Boxing, like Pak Mei Boxing, Wing Chun Boxing, and Praying Mantis Boxing, all belong to small boxing, and in today's era, they cannot be compared with the five famous boxing of Hong, Liu, Cai, Li Mo. The reason why Su Jingxian chose Phi Hang Boxing as the opponent of Bai Mei Boxing in a crowd of big and small famous boxing is that Zheng Hansheng is now in decline in the boxing gym, and he is struggling to maintain his attitude, and he is obedient to the arrangement of this competition for the sake of the gym business, and secondly, because compared with other types of boxing, Phi Hang Boxing has a long fist and short fight, with wide opening and closing, beautiful playing style, and a certain ornamentality.

"Okay, I'll try." Hearing the words of Su Jingxian and Zheng Hansheng, Sun Lianyin nodded and came out again.

Don't look at Sun Lianyin is around fifty years old, an old-fashioned boxing gym master like them has worked hard since he was a child, and the muscles and bones on his body have long been stretched.

"Sharp!" Su Jingxian's eyes lit up, and he said to Zheng Hansheng on the side, "Master Zheng, you remember, when Master Sun's leg swept over, what you had to do was not to fight back, but to dodge with a backflip. ”

If you talk about fighting, Sun Lianyin kicked over with this high leg just now, Zheng Hansheng could easily seize the flaw and fight back, but hearing Su Jingxian's explanation now, Zheng Hansheng nodded after a little thought: "Understood, I'll try to do it once." ”

Seeing Zheng Hansheng put on a posture, Su Jingxian nodded slightly, this is what he is satisfied with Zheng Hansheng, no matter what he asks, he will do it.

In the courtyard, Sun Lianyin kicked out again, Zheng Hansheng took a breath according to the action designed by Su Jingxian, twisted his waist, and landed a backflip steadily, which avoided Sun Lianyin's leg.

His movements are not as brilliant as professional stage martial artists, but they are more than enough to bluff ordinary people.

"Not bad, kind of interesting." Su Jingxian hugged his shoulders and watched the movements of the two, and nodded slightly, "Please ask the two masters to demonstrate the short fight just now, I think this action will look better after the short fight." ”

In the courtyard of the martial arts hall, when Su Jingxian was designing movements for the two boxing masters, Wei Shixun, Sun Lianyin's apprentice on the stone steps at the gate, was bored and played with the stones in his hand, and sitting next to him was Lin Zhiyong, who came to the martial arts hall with Su Jingxian.

The two of them had already met a few times when they were in the walled city, and now that Su Jingxian and Sun Lianyin cooperated to hold a boxing match, the two young people got together when they had nothing to do.

"I really don't know if you're doing ghosts, and you've done so many tricks in boxing." Wei Shixun has followed Sun Lianyin to learn martial arts for many years, and as an expert, he can see at a glance that these fancy actions designed by Su Jingxian have no practical significance at all.

Lin Zhiyong looked at the short fights between the two boxing gym masters in the courtyard with relish, and said loudly: "No, I think Master Sun and Master Zheng played very beautifully, and I enjoyed the biography of Huang Feihong played in the Central Entertainment Theater last time." ”

Wei Shixun shook his head disapprenousely, threw the stone in his hand high and caught it again, stood up and said to Lin Zhiyong: "The play is fake!" I'll go out to breathe, will you go? ”

"If you want to go by yourself, it's rare to have a free play to watch, I'm going to stay and watch it for a while." Lin Zhiyong ignored Wei Shixun, and just watched Sun Lianyin and Zheng Hansheng fist back and forth in the arena.

"Pick!" Wei Shixun shook his hand, opened the door of the martial arts hall and walked out.

Out of the martial arts hall, Wei Shixun first asked for a bowl of beef offal at a roadside stall, and after eating, he walked into a dark and narrow alley, and came to a private house and pushed the door in.

As soon as the door opened, a terrible wave of heat mixed with the smell of sweat came to the face, and no less than fifty people were crowded into a small private house at this time, all gathered around a table. Most of these people were in shabby clothes, some of them had no shoes, and they were wearing shorts and shorts in the middle of winter, but their faces were all crazy, and their eyes were fixed on a porcelain jar on the table.

"Drive a camel! Open! ”

"Cow! Cow! ”

"People, they must be people! Pounce on your mother, hurry up! ”

The crowd shouted different shouts one after another, and as the dealer at the table smashed the porcelain jar with a mallet, and a piece of paper with a mouse on the jar fell on the table, the faces of the gamblers were like ukiyo-e.

This is one of the most common gambling methods in Hong Kong, called the word flower or flower club, and this type of gambling stall is also called the word flower stall.

Wei Shixun is not a good gambler, but there are almost nothing for recreation in the walled city except pornography, gambling and drugs, so when he is bored, he will come in to try his luck as a pastime.

Today, Wei Shixun's luck is obviously good, he bought the word flower in the third hand, bet on a dollar coin, and it became ten yuan when it changed hands, which caused a burst of eyes from the gamblers around him.

"Luckily, buy another rooster for a dollar." Wei Shixun smiled at the dealer, took a coin from his hand and threw it on the tablecloth with the rooster painted on it.

"Buy and leave, open!" As the dealer smashed the porcelain jar, this time the piece of paper floated out of the picture of a camel.

Wei Shixun shook his head, put the rest of the money back in his pocket, withdrew from the crowd and stood still, lit a cigarette and leaned against the corner, not planning to continue gambling, but to be a spectator.

Wei Shixun felt that watching these people go crazy was much more interesting than watching the scene of his master and Zheng Hansheng going back and forth in the martial arts hall.

It was as if now he had seen a woman lose her money, and followed another male gambler into a small room in the middle of the room, and soon the two came out disheveled, and with a dollar coin from the man, the woman returned to the table again.

As for what the two of them did in the side hall, Wei Shixun could think of it with his toes.

"Walled city!" Wei Shixun sighed with a cigarette in his mouth, and his face showed emotion.

However, the emotion on his face had not yet disappeared, and on the other side of the wall, a deliberately suppressed but angry voice intermittently reached his ears.

Across the yellow mud wall, Wei Shixun, the voice next door, only listened to a few words, but his face changed suddenly.

“…… If you kill him, you can go to Taiwan...... The military uniform next to Liu Changhua ...... Bite your mother, you want to kill me...... At most, everyone will die together......"