Boxing is divided into north and south, this northern boxing is varied, endless, among which Tai Chi, gossip, the shape is the most outstanding, and then like the eight poles, eagle claws, poke feet, twelve Tan legs, praying mantis, through the back, Yan Qing skillfully play this northern style is also well-known to the world.

Now in troubled times, since the hero Huo Yuanjia founded the Jingwu Association in Shanghai, the wind of martial arts has gradually risen and even become extremely heavy, and there is a saying of "North Boxing South Transmission", these northern boxing varieties have been talked about by people so far, and their names are flourishing.

It is rumored that Guangzhou martial arts halls are everywhere, martial artists from all walks of life gather, and the north and south are blended, which can be regarded as the largest martial arts event in modern times.

Counting, Yanzimen is also barely one of the northern boxing species, why is it reluctant, it is because to put it clearly, it is a group of people who walk the cornices, and no matter how ugly it sounds, it is a thief.

A few years ago, one or two characters were also counted in the "Swallow Gate", and they did a few long-faced things, and the people in the rivers and lakes raised love and gave face.

But after all, isn't he still a thief, no matter if he is a righteous thief and a thief, he can't get rid of the skin of the ninth rate after all.

"Boy, you want to take care of this?"

The man was hit in the chest by the legs, his face was pale, his eyes were cloudy, his hair was messy, and there were a few pockmarks on one face.

The other was a little shorter, a little thinner, like a monkey, with a pointed beak and cheeks, a pair of slightly bulging eyes, prominent cheekbones, and two moustaches on the upper lip.

Su Qing held the cigarette, swallowed the smoke in his mouth, and the two wisps of white mist in his nose immediately swam out like two white dragons.

"Whew-"

He exhaled and smiled. "Look at what you said, you were deaf before? Besides, are you two qualified to talk to me? Don't get me wrong, I just want to kill you two this time, and of course, if you can do it, you can kill me! ”

The two glanced at each other, the short man's wrist flicked, and a short knife more than a foot long slipped out of his sleeve, the spine was black, and the blade was shiny.

As for the rest of the pockmarks, he raised his breath and snorted in his mouth, and also pounced, his waist turned, his feet moved in a row, one step at a time, and his legs took turns to kick, as fast as a strong wind, but one breath toe had swept towards Su Qing's ribs, waist and abdomen.

The two of them went up and down, and they really cooperated seamlessly.

Su Qing unhurriedly put the cigarette in his mouth, pursed his lips, and sneered vaguely: "Mandarin duck feet? ”

This is also one of the more famous roads in the "North Leg", as the saying goes, "the hand is two doors, and it is all about hitting people with the legs", three points for the hand and seven points for the kick, this is Wu Song's stunt back then.

It's a pity, it also depends on who makes it.

As soon as the cigarette was put into his mouth, he moved, his body suddenly turned to one side, and a leg that kicked over was pressed against his chest, one leg just passed, and the other leg had already hit, the mouth of the alley was already narrow, and the short man was like a monkey hanging upside down with a golden hook, his feet hooked the edges and corners of the wall, hanging upside down, and wielding a knife to cut him from above.

Su Qing seemed to see the danger, as soon as he bent his knees, his body bent backwards, and with his feet, the person had already slid out against the ground, and the short knife swept through the door in front of him, and they all flew dangerously and dangerously, and they all fell short one by one.

Then he rolled over on the spot, and at the moment of movement, he had quietly pressed lightly on Mazi's waist and abdomen.

But it's not over yet, with a scurry of feet, Su Qing volleyed a heel, making a move Kuixing kick fight, the right leg is like a pillar of optimus, the scorpion barb, one leg swept out like a whip, and the "snap" kicked on the wrist of the dwarf man holding the knife in the air, and the bone cracking knife flew, and then the index finger turned around and stretched out, and poked at the jade pillow point of Mazi.

The three of them made a mistake.

Between the lightning and flint, Su Qing turned over and landed.

Mazi ran forward a few steps without abating, hit his head against the wall, his body seemed to have no strength, he fell to the ground with a thud, his crotch was bleeding, and his eyes were bloodshot in an instant, looking at Su Qing, his lips opened slightly, he only struggled a few times, and his head tilted and he lost his breath.

The short man seemed to be frightened by this neat killing method, his eyes were round, and he was about to make a sound with his right hand, but when he saw Su Qing who fell to the ground, his legs kicked down, just like a meteor catching the moon, like he did before, he kicked the wall on both sides of the alley to borrow strength, his legs changed one left and one right, and in a blink of an eye, he had run up four or five meters high, and he only said "give me down", and his right leg was swept down from top to bottom, like an axe, and the person was in the waist and abdomen.

"Wow!"

A cry of pain.

The dwarf man only felt that his five organs seemed to be displaced, and his stomach seemed to be overturned, and a sweet throat choked out a wisp of blood.

"It seems that you guys are not good, and you can't practice martial arts!"

After Su Qing landed on the ground, he dusted off his clothes, walked in front of the short man, lowered his eyelids, and looked down at him: "Let's talk about it, this matter, besides you Yanzimen, who else is there?" ”

As he spoke, he kicked the dwarf back to the ground, who was trying to get up.

"Gossip Gate? Or is there something else? ”

The dwarf man was shocked and surprised.

"Ahem-you just used the kung fu from the palace? No wonder—ah—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly screamed miserably, and the little finger of Gain's hanging right hand was being stepped on by a leather shoe, and he was sweating profusely in pain.

"I said, I said, it's Ma Sanye who wants to stand out for the gossip door!"

"Is he the only one?"

Su Qing took the cigarette and asked a little lightly.

"And Xingyimen, really, I've said everything I should have said, you,"

Speaking of which, there was no more follow-up, and one toe had pecked at its temple like a dragonfly, and the dwarf man had followed in the footsteps of pockmarks.

"Orphans and widows should not be spared, they should be killed!"

Su Qing looked at the two corpses on the ground expressionlessly, reached out and took out a handful of silver dollars from his suit, scattered them casually, and turned around and walked out of the alley.

Since they became famous, Su Qing and a few of them naturally had some savings, and it didn't take long to buy a courtyard house in the east of the city, I heard that a Manchu prince lived in the past, Cheng Dieyi and his mother lived there, invited a few maids, sometimes he was idle alone, and he also went to live for two days.

Out of the alley, Su Qing called a rickshaw and hurried over, and a few of them had just entered the house.

"Xiaoqing, you can be counted as coming back, just these few breaths of effort, Dieyi has been chattering back and forth more than twenty times, if you don't come back, it is estimated that the sky is going to fall!" Duan Xiaolou had been waiting behind the door for a long time, and when he saw him come back, he immediately smiled, although the words in his mouth were a little ridiculous, but his eyes looked back and forth on Su Qing's body, and when he saw that he was intact, he was relieved.

Without Father-in-law Zhang's business, the three of them have been like brothers for so many years, he and Duan Xiaolou have no father or mother, this Cheng Dieyi and his mother also care for them, and they have survived the hard days, and the people's hearts are actually good.

When he entered the door, Su Qing pinched his cigarette, as if he had just killed someone, and said with a smile: "Well, then it seems that I have to punish myself with a glass today!" What did you make delicious? It smells so good! ”

"Guess what?"

"Braised lion's head?"

"Hey, you're a dog!"

The two of them walked inside as they spoke.