A vacant lot was set aside in the courtyard of the Qingsha Gang to be used as a school field, and there were six or seven young men practicing boxing on the school field at this time. A pot-bellied man in his forties stood on the side with his hands in his hands and watched. The young men practiced the simplest set of Taizu Changquan, most of them were out of shape, their punches were weak, and the pot-bellied men did not give much guidance. There is only one Chen Afu who is serious about practice, but he has been helping Zhong for five or six days, and he has already practiced Taizu's long fist in a good way.

After everyone finished the drill and was about to call it a day for dinner, the pot-bellied man suddenly said: "Chen Afu, you won't be in the school factory early tomorrow morning." Go directly to Shuying Pavilion with Uncle Cao. ”

This sentence blew everyone up, and a young man shouted: "Why did he send him a good job just a few days ago? Shuying Pavilion is a chicken restaurant and not a duck restaurant, so you have to pick a good bodyguard to be a bodyguard?"

The crowd laughed. The big-bellied man is Wang Daxi, the deputy gang leader of the Qingsha Gang, he is usually lazy, but because his fist and foot skills are not bad, the gang leader entrusted him to train the brothers in the gang. The Qingsha Gang is a small gang, with a total of no more than fifty or sixty people, and the governance of the gang depends on the word "righteousness". Now the rivers and lakes are not as good as in the past, and in the event of a major event, the two factions are fighting, just to see who brings out enough brothers, and the small gangs must also rely on the big gangs to support them to have a way to live. The competition between the gangs is who can make money, who can honor the big gang with more silver, and who can recruit more brothers. These three promote each other, and the strong will always be strong. But no one alone will be patient to pass on martial arts. Wang Daxi also knew that he was receiving a job in the gang, and he didn't pay much attention to teaching, and he lacked majesty among his children.

Seeing that the disciples were not convinced, he scolded and said, "What is the noise! The errand of the Shuying Pavilion was completed by the eldest and second brother. Once this road is cleared, our Qingsha Gang will turn over from then on, show off their strength, and the days of eating and drinking spicy food are behind. How can you be messed up by you stinky boys! Look at your crooked melons and cracked dates, don't frighten the girls inside and ruin the interest of the masters. Besides, with your kung fu, what really happens, can you still expect to get it?"

A disciple was unconvinced: "We can't compare with the handsome and beautiful, and we can still lose to the newcomer in terms of kung fu? He has only been practicing martial arts for a few days?"

"In just the past few days, his Taizu Changquan has been practiced to perfection. You guys, after all this time, still dance like monkeys. ”

A disciple named Ah Zhong said, "Uncle Wang, don't know about us. Ah Fu was invited into the gang by the stone, and we ourselves know that the relationship is not comparable. But I have to say that he is better than us because of this useless style dance, so his kung fu is also better than ours. We're really not convinced. ”

Wang Daxi's face sank when he heard this, and he said: "Taizu Long Fist is a boxing technique that Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin realized on the battlefield. In wartime, you can make contributions to save your life, and in peacetime, you can keep fit and prolong your life. If you can't practice it yourself, you will say that he is useless. Hum. ”

Ah Zhong said again: "Uncle Wang, you said that no matter how good I practice, people will come up, will you wait for me to finish a set of punches?"

Wang Daxi laughed angrily: "That's good, you usually look down on boxing." It would not be fair for me to lecture you. You will practice with Chen Afu. Let's see if it works. With that, he ordered Chen Afu and Ah Zhong to compete in the competition.

Ah Zhong said: "Okay, when I win, the errand of Shuying Pavilion will be given to me!" He looked at Wang Daxi when he spoke, and he didn't take Chen Afu in his eyes at all.

Fang Zhongjin, that is, Chen Afu, as they say, doesn't say much, whether he studies literature or martial arts in his life, he is always hated by the people around him. He has seen these verbal battles very lightly. Fang Zhongjin bowed his fist and saluted, and Ah Zhong had already rushed over.

Ah Zhong fought in a completely disorderly manner, but fortunately, he was tall and big, and he made a name for himself among the ruffians and hooligans since he was a child. Although it is a chaotic fist, it is also a tiger and a tiger.

And Fang Zhongjin had no fear on his face, only dodged twice, and then stepped forward. He didn't fight all the way according to the boxing method, but flashed left and right, taking advantage of Ah Zhong's gap, and the moves came as he wanted. Ah Zhongrao has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he was also caught off guard. He didn't dare to underestimate the enemy anymore. Swing your fists sharply and exert ten percent of your strength. I thought to myself, no matter how this kid could hide, as long as he was punched by me, he would definitely vomit blood.

The ruffians and hooligans fight, most of them rely on more people. Rushing together, everyone has enough strength to shoulder to shoulder. It doesn't take much effort to separate the top and bottom. But at this time, Ah Zhong gradually felt that something was wrong, he was now panting more and more urgently, and the strength of his fists was not as strong as before. I knew that if I let this kid hide again, I would suffer myself.

He went straight up and down with both fists, aiming at Fang Zhongjin and rushing over. Fang Zhongjin dodged, and his short body made a move to "spread his legs and touch the saw". Ah Zhong lost his center of gravity and planted on the ground. There was laughter all around, and Ah Zhong was unwilling to go up again.

At this time, Wang Daxi said: "I helped my brother through the tricks, do you want to spell out a life-and-death?"

Ah Zhong fell to the ground and left with hatred.

Wang Daxi said: "Who else wants to do this errand?" Seeing that no one answered, he turned his head to Fang Zhongjin and said: "Ah Fu, you must behave well tomorrow, don't lose the face of the Qingsha Gang." ”