After leaving the Happy Forest, I went to Xinglong Bridge again.

Qian Dayou has long disappeared and wanders somewhere.

Dinner was eaten at Qiao Guozhen's house, the old man was widowed in his early years, had no children under his knees, and lived alone.

He burned some coarse tea and light rice, the two of them ate together, and chatted for a while, Gu Fengyang saw that the old man was a little sleepy, so he stopped bothering, got up and left.

In autumn, the shorter the days and the longer the nights.

But when he came out of Qiao Guozhen's house, it was still dusk. The sky was bright, and the sunset hung in the distance, blending with the dark shadows of the mountains.

Gu Fengyang walked around the street twice, he was thinly dressed, he felt cold when the wind blew, and he had nowhere to go, so he returned to Qingshui Lane.

As soon as he walked to the mouth of the alley, Gu Fengyang met an unexpected person, he saw a touch of gorgeous ink color under the withered big locust tree.

In the whole of Beiping, the only woman who can wear the ink-colored cheongsam with a gorgeous sense is picturesque.

When the picture arrived at Qingshui Lane, he walked not far in front of the ancient wind, with a bewitching posture and swaying, like a tender willow.

Gu Fengyang only felt that his heart was hot, and he involuntarily rubbed his hands and followed quickly.

Qingshui Lane is short, standing in front of the alley, you can see the end of the alley at a glance.

The ancient style has good foot strength, walks fast, and is about to catch up with the picturesque, the beauty in front of him suddenly turned a corner, took three steps and did two steps, and walked into a family.

A very simple house, with a potholed fence around the door, emitting the stench of decay, and only a dilapidated mud hut inside, low and like a dirt bag. There was hay spread on the roof as tiles, but unfortunately it was too sparse, and if it rained, if it rained heavily, it would rain lightly inside.

The land in Beiping is always worth a price......

But after moving to Qingshui Lane for nearly three years, Gu Fengyang has never seen anyone willing to live in such a house.

Until today.

He saw very clearly, that picturesque, the beautiful woman who was like a song, walked in, jumped into a man's arms like a fawn, and snuggled softly.

The man was standing at the doorway, on the edge of the fence.

He wore a yellowish tunic with crumpled brown cropped trousers full of patches, and a pair of rotten straw sandals dragged on his feet, most of which were on the muddy ground.

"Also a poor man?" Gu Fengyang thought to himself.

The poorest poor people in Peking are not willing to look like this.

So the person in front of him is definitely not from Beiping.

He is a martial artist from Jiangnan.

Xu Daoqing.

The world is unpredictable.

Gu Fengyang never thought that he would see such Xu Daoqing in such a place.

What's even more incredible is that the picturesque place is snuggled in Xu Daoqing's arms!

The ink cheongsam and the tattered clothes are combined together, which is particularly dazzling.

On the horizon, the fiery red sunset dissipated, the night fell, and the wind blew, chilling.

The deeper the night, the colder it gets.

Gu Fengyang no longer felt cold, he was a little helpless, more angry, at this moment, the trace of hesitation and anger against the martial artist that had been hidden in his heart for many years dissipated without a trace.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and looked at Xu Daoqing.

And Xu Daoqing was also looking at him, just like in the daytime, outside the Forbidden City, looking up and down with bright eyes that seemed to flow with a galaxy.

Neither spoke.

But someone broke the silence.

It's picturesque!

The woman was like a snake, curled up, clinging to Xu Daoqing's arms, she stretched out a hand, pointed her white fingers on the man's chest, lightly opened her lips, and whispered: "This little offspring has been chasing others." ”

"Don't you always boast about your ability? Come, show me. ”

A puff of smoke lingered in her picturesque voice, and her voice was unpleasant, but beautiful, like an old record, spinning and magnetic.

Xu Daoqing laughed, still silent.

Gu Fengyang couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly: "I'm here to compete in boxing!"

The footwalker vainly tries to compete with the martial artist?

It's a big joke to get out.

Xu Daoqing smiled and said, "Okay!"

After an instant, Gu Fengyang rushed forward with a fist.

There are many young people with strong blood and strength in their feet, who are easy to get angry and fight, and Gu Fengyang is one of the best.

The left fist he swung was just a disguise, and his right fist was gathered in his waist and abdomen and was ready to attack, which was a unique secret technique of Gu Fengyang, and it has always been invincible.

Xu Daoqing saw through it at a glance.

Ruhua still stuck to him, so he just raised his left hand slightly, did not clench his fist, and only waved his palm casually.

The palm of the hand turns into a continuous phantom, like a brilliant firework.

In a moment, three palms!

Gu Fengyang didn't have time to react at all, he only felt that his left fist was blocked, and a dark energy came through the fist and palm exchange, shaking his entire arm numb.

Immediately afterwards, there was another heart-piercing pain in the wrist of his right hand, and before the power he had just accumulated was released, it was scattered and dripping.

The third palm was slapped on the waist and abdomen, but it didn't hurt much, as if it deliberately left some strength, but the two arms were temporarily wasted.

Gu Fengyang didn't want to stop, he still rushed over tenaciously, since he couldn't do it manually, he used his feet.

The toe of the left foot is heavily placed on the ground, driving the body to rotate, and the right foot is lifted up and thrown out fiercely under the action of inertia.

This trick is called the "big pendulum clock", a common move in street fights, it looks full of momentum and is quite powerful.

It's a pity that Gu Fengyang couldn't use the "big pendulum clock", and when his right foot was just kicked out, a sharp pain finally came out of his waist, which was so unbearable that he almost squatted down involuntarily.

However, his body was still spinning, and as a result, Gu Fengyang's feet slipped, his back hit the ground, and his hands and feet were facing the sky, and he fell very gorgeously.

"Bang!"

"Use your feet, you have to use your waist first, the harder you use, the more painful you will suffer. Xu Daoqing's words came.

Gu Fengyang tried hard to get up, he knew that he had lost, and it was very miserable and ridiculous.

But there is no shame in losing this boxing match.

Even Mr. Duan Shanhe, the first person in national art thirty years ago, was injured by Xu Daoqing, and his ancient style was beaten by this, what is it?

Not ashamed, but shameful!

The funny appearance of falling to the ground with his hands and feet facing the sky, struggling and unable to get up, really lost face.

With a long exhale, the pain in his waist eased slightly, and Gu Fengyang tried to turn his head and look at the picturesque.

Naturally, Picturesque wasn't looking at him.

"Let's go inside. The woman said.

"Wait!" Gu Fengyang shouted.

He slowed down for a while before he staggered up, and after a lot of effort to get himself steady, patted the dust on his clothes, raised his head, stared at Xu Daoqing, and then said word by word: "It's too boring to compare punches, we have the ability, let's compare knives!"