On the same day that the curtain of Quyang Grange was dug up, on the streets of Shanghai in late autumn, newsboys sold "Patrol House Horror Cave", "Red Head Seal Bloody Handprint", "Tomb Robbery Horse Thief Prison Robbery" ...... It is all about the story of the Hongkou Patrol House Massacre, and the literati of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School are the best at grasping social hotspots to write serialized novels, which not only combine the current world conditions, but also integrate the detective stories of Western Sherlock Holmes, plus pornography, violence, and national hatred and family hatred.

The fact that the largest homicide in the history of the concession remains unsolved, giving the citizens a great deal of room for reverie and becoming an after-dinner conversation. It's just that there are fewer people walking at night, and everyone in the patrol house is in danger, regardless of the Chinese police and Indian police, when they go out to patrol the streets at night, they must tie two pieces of iron around their necks to prevent their throats from being cut.

On this morning, Qi Yuanshan wore a long shirt and a top hat, showing talent. Qin Beiyang kept his craftsman dressed as an inconspicuous one. The companion of the Tilanqiao opened the way, hanging the signboard of the Jingwu Sports Association. Chen Gongzhe and Huo Dongge warmly entertained them, and the latter was the son of Huo Yuanjia, the hero of Jinmen.

In the first year of Xuantong, British strongmen published a newspaper in Shanghai to challenge Chinese boxers. Huo Yuanjia was invited to go south and agreed to fight a decisive battle in Zhangyuan, but the other party missed the appointment, and Huo Yuanjia won without a fight. The following year, Huo Yuanjia founded the Jingwu Gymnastics Association in Shanghai, and soon died of hemoptysis. The Jingwu Sports Club is the most important legacy of Huo Yuanjia's life.

Every Sunday, Qin Beiyang and Qi Yuanshan come to the sports meeting to practice boxing together. The treatment of the two is obviously different. Qi Yuanshan has been practicing martial arts with his military father since he was a child, and he has a good eye for several moves. The headache is Qin Beiyang. In the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu, he learned self-defense techniques from his father, and learned to run his body in the dantian because of the control of the tomb beast. No one wants to compete with Qin Beiyang, they all say that he is messing around, and his tricks of fighting on the street cannot be put on the stage. Let him practice the Huo family's Lost Trace Boxing, but he is too slow, and he doesn't know that he can only practice it in the Year of the Monkey.

Huo Dongge shook his head and said, "My father practiced for thirty years before he succeeded. I've been walking since I was five years old, and I still don't dare to relax my schoolwork. ”

"It seems that I am not the material for martial arts!"

Just as Qin Beiyang was about to go out in frustration, someone ran in with a dark face, saying that he had suffered a loss at Hengbang Bridge on North Sichuan Road, and was plotted by the Hongkou Judo Hall, and one of our people was crushed and sent to the hospital urgently.

Although there is no plaque of "The Sick Man of East Asia", Chen Gongzhe and Huo Dongge still took a large team of people to the Hongkou Judo Hall to theorize. Qin Beiyang and Qi Yuanshan also followed behind to see the excitement.

When we arrived at Yokohama Bridge, a large crowd of Japanese dressed in kimonos poured out. This place is inhabited by Japanese expatriates, and there are usually Japanese patrols, and in the future, it will become the headquarters of the Japanese Marine Corps in Shanghai.

There is a young Japanese man in a suit, who can speak Chinese, and acts as an interpreter for both parties. He said that some people on the Japanese side were also injured, and suggested that the two sides should calm down the matter, apologize to each other, and not interfere with the river water. This person is only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he introduces himself as Haneda Taiki, and he is polite, wears glasses, and has a typical Japanese appearance.

Haneda? Qin Beiyang frowned, as if he had heard it somewhere.

The judo curator didn't buy it, pushed Haneda Taiki aside, patted his chest and said that if anyone can defeat him, he will apologize immediately, otherwise please get out. The Japanese expatriates who were watching applauded.

Huo Dongge was just about to roll up his sleeves, but Chen Gongzhe grabbed his wrist: "Dongge, don't be anxious!" You are the son of the hero Huo Yuanjia, the successor of the Lost Fist, until the last resort, don't make a move, let the students go first. ”

Lost Trace Boxing, also known as Huojia Boxing and Yanqing Boxing, is one of the thirty-six killer skills of the Meridian Gate. One said that it was founded by Huo Quai, the general of the Western Han Dynasty who stepped on the Huns, and it is also said that it originated from the Shaolin Temple of Songshan. The eight hands of the Lost Trace Boxing, the twenty-four strangulation techniques, and the eight inner repairs "guest entry, invasion, sitting, cutting, retreating, rope tie, scout, and poisoning" may not be seen by the students of the Jingwu Sports Association.

Chen Gongzhe selected a big apprentice - a Shandong man who was as strong as an ox, and put on a maze boxing frame, just about to split the muscles and bones of the Japanese devils, roll the lock and wrap the fall, and strangle and break the neck ruthlessly, but was thrown by a back-over-the-shoulder fall and lay down.

Suddenly, the Japanese expatriates shouted "Long live," and the Jingwu Sports Association was in an uproar. The victorious director of Hongkou Judo, who is a first-class master in Japan and a disciple of judo master Jigoro Kano, studied at the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School, and was expelled from the Ronin for the death of his classmates in a fight.

He pointed his finger at Huo Dongge with contempt, seeing that the young master of the Huo family was unbearable, Qi Yuanshan stood up and said, "Do you need Master Huo to come out?" I'm a new student who can defeat you pirates! ”

Qi Yuanshan had already learned some of the moves of Lost Trace Boxing, combined with the original ancestral boxing techniques, and hit the Japanese on the forehead as soon as he came up. Unexpectedly, the other party was a stout tough guy, and he didn't fall to the ground easily, and as soon as he fought in close combat, he dragged Qi Yuanshan to the ground.

In the past, Chinese kung fu competitions were either won with ferocious fists and feet, or strong internal strength to defeat the enemy, and I have never encountered this kind of fighting technique of lowering the center of gravity, dragging into the ground to grapple, and relying on sleeping skills to win. This kind of technique of overcoming rigidity with softness is extremely suitable for Asians who are not superior in body and weight, and it is very combative. So much so that it later spread to Brazil and developed the king of martial arts, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, which dominated the world by relying on sleeping skills.

"Don't go to the ground!"

Chen Gongzhe reminded that he was a second late, Qi Yuanshan had been firmly trapped, and he couldn't break free no matter what, seeing that his neck was about to be broken by the legs of the Japanese, everyone didn't dare to look at it.

Suddenly, Qin Beiyang rushed up, kicked away the two Japanese who were blocking with a chain of legs, and stepped on the inner knee joint of the judo master. The leg that strangled the neck was naturally released, and Qi Yuanshan escaped. His neck was already red, and he couldn't speak, and if he was too late, he would definitely die.

The judo master turned over and jumped up, scolding the Chinese for being unruly, why jumped out a helper?

Qin Beiyang said to Haneda Taiki, who was doing the translation: "Translate to him - our martial arts competition is just a competition, not a life-and-death struggle." Now, I'm willing to go one-on-one with him. ”

"He doesn't know how to get lost yet! I'll do it myself. ”

Huo Dongge was about to object, but was stopped by Chen Gongzhe: "Let this kid try." ”

However, Qin Beiyang did not pose any martial arts moves, but pressed the same center of gravity as the Japanese, bent over and knees, and lowered his hands. Challenging the judo master, it was not on his whim, but after observing the previous two fighting moves, he thought of three words - first sight kill.

As a teenager in the camel village on the western outskirts of Beijing, he fought countless times. What kind of battle have you never seen with the Mongols who drove the camels, and the Manchurians who practiced Buku with the Jianrui battalion and even the Shanpu battalion? If you fight alone, every time it is quite short, almost half a minute, and you can't play a fraction of a set of punches. The so-called "punching and not knowing" means that you don't know how the opponent makes a move, and only rely on instinctive reactions to act, and you don't have the space and time to think about the moves. As long as you use your brain to think, half a beat slower than a person means suffering a loss or even death. The mind must be emptied, nothing to think about, only the body and blood.

He didn't move, and neither did the Japanese on the other side.

The immobility of Qin Beiyang is like the undulating dragon veins behind the mausoleum, and it is also the "immovable as a mountain" of Sun Tzu's Art of War.

The confrontation lasted for more than ten minutes, and there was silence all around, with the occasional Japanese "Kang Ba Dumb" erupting.

Chen Gongzhe and Huo Dongge glanced at each other, feeling that this Qin Beiyang should not be underestimated.

Suddenly, there was a moment of slackness in the other party's eyes. It is difficult to know like a cloud, and it moves like a thunderstorm, after the haze of Qin Beiyang's camouflage, he shot like a thunderbolt. In the flash of light, he had rushed into the arms of the Japanese, neither punching nor kicking, but resorting to Chinese-style wrestling, tying the opponent's abdomen with both hands and stumbling with his legs below.

The whole process was so lightning fast that no one could see it clearly, and the judo master fell to the ground with a bang. He also wanted to struggle with his sleeping skills, but Qin Beiyang didn't give him any chance, and slammed his elbow joint into his throat, leaving him unconscious due to lack of oxygen.

The Japanese expatriates exclaimed, and Chen Gongzhe clapped his hands and said: "Wonderful! Give somebody a taste of his own medicine! ”