Riding the thunderous car all the way to the ring road, the wind was galloping, and after driving for more than an hour, Dongfeng Mengshi had turned to a high-walled, secluded and deep place in the western suburbs of the capital.

Gradually, as far as the eye can see, the trees are undulating and the water is rippling, and it is hard to imagine that in an international metropolis like Beijing, such a world of integration into nature can be preserved.

By this time, the sun had already set, and the red clouds covered half of the western sky, like a raging fire. After a while, the car turned into an inconspicuous alley, and after driving forward for less than two minutes, I saw an antique gate with two rows of tall armed police standing guard.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was stopped by the guard at the door, saying that the state guesthouse was not open to the public and idlers were not allowed to enter, but Lei Ting said a few words in the car, took out his documents, and immediately let him go. Although the state guesthouse is an important place for state leaders to carry out foreign affairs activities, and it is also a super-star hotel for the state to receive heads of state and important guests, with the identity and status of Thunder, there will naturally be no problem if you want to enter.

"Tonight, Mr. Zhang's dinner is set up in the seventh building of the State Guesthouse, and most of the people who come are dignitaries, as well as several national treasure-level experts from the Palace Museum, who will conduct on-site appraisal of the batch of Old Summer Palace antiques that Zhou Lin got back from Russia, and there will be a very brief ceremony at that time, if my news is not wrong, at this time, the family of Tang Niu who was killed by you should also take action. ”

Lei Ting said, stopped the car, beckoned Wang Chan and Zhou Yahan to get out of the car, turned his head to look at Wang Chan, and suddenly the expression on his face became a little strange: "Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, the host of today's dinner, Old Man Zhang, is also a senior of the Baguazhang faction, and when it comes to relationships, I am afraid that Tang Niu's grandfather still has a little to do with it, I have already told him about you when I called just now, and he is very interested in you!"

"Oh, I've heard of the Baguazhang faction before, there are eight disciples from Dong Haichuan down, only Zhang Zhankui's one, and Han Muxia has spread kung fu into the army, it seems that the broadsword team of the 29th Army was trained by him, and the pistol team of the Northwest Army have some relationship. The old man who practiced gossip is old, and he is an old-timer in the army, could it be that the old man surnamed Zhang you said is the kung fu of this faction?"

Wang Chan tilted his head, and after a while, he suddenly said something amazing, and the thunder who listened to it was shocked.

It turns out that Zhou Lin's father is really similar to the origin of what Wang Chan said. At that time, Han Muxia, the hero of the Republic of China, was anxious for justice and righteousness, and had been the chief national arts instructor at the Whampoa Military Academy for a long time, teaching him the best kung fu in his life, Xingyi Quan and Baguazhang, and the two parties of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party were not one or two, and the most famous one was actually the "prime minister" who was the director of the Political Department of the Whampoa Military Academy at the time.

Otherwise, later the current affairs were chaotic, and the prime minister, who seemed to be a scholar, would not often go deep behind enemy lines and eliminate the tiger's mouth, and the reason for this was that "the art master is bold", and later the gossip palm took root in the army, and the old man in the mouth of the thunder was actually a leader of the Central Garrison Regiment when he was in power.

And the reason why Wang Chan was able to know the secret of this Baguazhang was, of course, from the boring narration of his old man's spare time. You must know that Wang Daliangzi was a famous "beard" in the three northeastern provinces, a good man from the green forest, and he knew everything about the doorways on the rivers and lakes in those years.

"Huh, do you know a lot?" Lei Ting glanced at Wang Chan, and his expression couldn't help but look a little surprised. However, he now hated Wang Chan for using means on himself and forcing him to do things, and he really couldn't raise any spirit to talk to Wang Chan, so he only sneered a few times in his mouth, then led the way, and led Wang Chan and the two of them into a three-story building surrounded by green trees.

This small building, from the outside is just the most ordinary red brick old building, the years are not short, but only when you open the door and walk in, you will find that there is actually "no hole" inside, the decoration is atmospheric, and the degree of luxury is far above the general five-star hotel.

However, these things have nothing to do with Wang Chan himself, in his eyes, the difference between a thatched house and a palace is not big, whether the four walls of the house are or the gold is splendid, the most fundamental function of the house is only to shelter from the wind and rain.

As soon as he entered the hall, after a while, Wang Chan's eyes lit up, and he saw a gray-haired old man striding out of the corridor outside.

The old man's steps are very big, but between each step is flat and flat, like mud, very steady, lifting his feet to the ground, not shocked, looking a little slow, but in fact it is walking very fast.

Far away, seeing the thunder, Wang Chan and Zhou Yahan opened their mouths to burst into a loud laugh, the voice was loud and full of energy, and they couldn't hear that this was the voice of an old man who was already old.

"Sure enough, he is a master who has practiced Baguazhang all his life, and he has practiced kung fu to the bones, whether he is sitting, lying or walking, he is practicing, this old man looks at least seventy miles away, but the kung fu on his legs is stronger than Tang Niu in the prime of life, not a little bit, he really walks like the wind, stands like a nail, looks like a dragon, sits like a tiger, and is old and strong!"

In the blink of an eye, the two people were less than a dozen steps apart, Wang Chan looked at the old man secretly, and saw that although the old man was old and his physical strength had gone downhill, his face was ruddy, like a baby, and his spirit was strong, and his two eyes were as clear as water, and he couldn't see the thick eye bags and cloudy eyes of ordinary old people at all.

Wearing an old-fashioned green military uniform, with "old shoes" with mille-feuille soles under his feet, people can know at a glance that this old man is a bold surname, purely from a military background.

"Grandpa Zhang!" Seeing the old man, Lei Ting, who was tall and tall, first saluted respectfully.

This old man was powerful back then, but there were a few good players in the Central Guard Corps, and he had always been close to protect the chairman before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and now although he has long since retired, he has a wide range of contacts in the army, and he is also a world friend with the Lei family.

Wang Chan also pulled Zhou Yahan, who was at a loss beside him, and bowed like thunder. For such an old man, even if he doesn't look at his identity and his merits, just look at him as a senior in the Baguazhang faction, Wang Chan must maintain enough respect and politeness.

"Little stone, is this the Wang Chan you just told me about who killed the Liang faction's Bagua Palm heir?" the old man nodded with a smile, but he didn't talk wordy, and went straight to the topic.

"Grandpa Zhang, how many times have I told you, don't call me by my nickname, my big name is Thunder!" The old man's mouth said "little stone" immediately made Lei Ting, a big man, his face turned red, and he only felt that he had lost face in front of outsiders such as Wang Chan and Zhou Yahan, and he no longer had any face to speak of.

"Yo he! The little ghost head has grown up, and he knows that it is good, and he won't even let you call your grandfather by name, you are really capable! Tell you, even if you have a grandson, as long as the old man is still alive, it is natural for me to call you Xiaoshi. The old man walked in front of him, slapped Lei Ting with a snap, blew his beard and glared at his eyes, but it was rare to be childlike.

"Okay, good!" Lei Ting covered the place where he had been beaten by the old man, and hurriedly retreated, he had learned Xingyi Quan and Baguazhang from the old man when he was a teenager, so he really had nothing to do with this old man. And the old man has practiced boxing all his life, although he is old and can't maintain his physical strength at the peak, but the kung fu of the Baguazhang is becoming more and more perfect, hitting the body, like countless steel needles piercing the flesh, it is really uncomfortable.

After being busy, he took over the original topic, pointed to Wang Chan and introduced: "This person's name is Wang Chan, he just killed Tang Jie's grandson Tang Niu, don't you want to see him, I brought you the person, you can do it yourself! Where is Zhou Lin, I will take her daughter to find him, you two talk slowly!"

"Oh, it's Zhou Lin's daughter, he's on the third floor, you guys go up first!" Hearing Lei Ting say this, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at Wang Chan, and he waved his hand impatiently at Lei Ting, only casually said hello to Zhou Yahan, and stretched out his hands to Wang Chan and twisted his body over.

"Young man, let's get together first, try our strength. ”

Wang Chan's heart sank. In the past, people who practiced boxing made moves, regardless of whether there was a grudge or not, there were inevitably deaths and injuries, so in modern times, there has been a method of "hand-taking" in boxing martial arts, in order to reduce disputes and deaths and injuries between fellow Taoists. But if it is placed on the old man, a master who has practiced internal boxing all his life, joining hands is by no means a temptation in a simple sense.

The internal martial arts, all over the veins, the whole body is like a vigorous drum, like a huge ball of lead on the outside and mercury on the inside, it can sprout a strong force between the gestures and make the enemy die, just like Wang Chan used his implosion yin hand in the practice of kung fu earlier, and controlled the thunder silently, which is the same reason.

The masters of the inner family are fighting each other, and it is a killing move to kill people at any time, how dare Wang Chan be a little careless.

"The old man is so pure 'changing the shelf'!"

The boxing frame in the Bagua palm is divided into three types: fixed frame, live frame and change frame, the first two are still used to practice kung fu, but the last one is really used to beat people, pay attention to the unity of internal and external, and follow the will. Transform freely, interspersed at will, not bound by the Baguazhang itself, and it is a killer move at your fingertips.

This old man has obviously practiced to this point, and when he raises his hand, he is as light as a feather, as lightning as lightning, and as steady as a rock. I can't help Wang Chan not put all his mind into it and take it seriously. At that moment, there was a sigh of admiration, and he also put his hand over and touched the old man's hand.

Sure enough, as soon as the two of them touched each other's hands, Wang Chan suddenly only felt that between the seventy-year-old man opposite, a pair of thin old hands seemed to contain infinite power. Immediately knew that this old man's boxing and martial arts were really old and strong, and the true strength of the inner family was used by him, although he may not be stronger than himself, but this means of controlling the internal strength is definitely not comparable to himself.

Although it cannot represent the full level of kung fu, it can test a person's mastery of their own internal strength.

So Wang Chan put his hands together, immediately shook his body, took a step back with his body, and forcibly withdrew his hands, and the old man's hands shook violently and jumped up more than half a foot high.

"Hey, you're practicing Shaolin kung fu! It's strange that you're still transferring from the outer door to the inner house...... , Your kung fu seems to have a bit of the flavor of Wudang's internal fist, good guy, Zhenyuan is introverted, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't take three or five years, and you may be able to get married, no wonder you can beat the grandson of the old guy Tang Xie to death?"

"The predecessors are smart, and the old ones should be strong!" Wang Chan was shocked in his heart, and he was also surprised and admired that this old man could see so many ways from himself in just one hand.

Only the masters of the world, sure enough, endlessly, the land of the capital, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, as soon as I came here, I met such a master-level figure, I am not alone!!

"I have lived for so many years, and there are a lot of good Shaolin kung fu practices, but there is no one like you who can start from the outer door and enter the inner martial arts, even a hero like General Xu, I am afraid that the boxing method alone is not as good as you. It's just that you are a young man, after all, you are too angry, you don't know how to tolerate it, and you will cause a big disaster on a whim, do you know what kind of character Tang Xie is?"

The old man shook his hands lightly and nodded towards Wang Chan: "From the sect, he is still one of my senior brothers, but the kung fu of Bagua is a lot of branches, and it is messy to talk about, and it is useless to say it, but he is now one of the ten elders of the Hongmen Zhigong Hall in Honolulu, and the hundreds of thousands of Hongmen disciples under his command want to avenge his grandson, and one person spit at the mouth, and he also stoned you to death." However, if you killed Tang Niu, he kicked the hall first, not malicious murder, so according to the rules of Hongmen, they will definitely call someone to challenge you again if they want to seek revenge on you, and they will fight life and death, and the grievances will be cut across the board. ”

"The rivers and lakes have grievances, as long as I don't play with conspiracies and tricks, I'm not afraid that someone will challenge me again, if my skills are not as good as others, and I will be beaten to death, I won't regret it!" Wang Chan smiled lightly, talking about his life and death, as if he was talking about others, his face was a light mess.

"You are really a person who really practices boxing, and there are fewer and fewer people like you now!" Listening to Wang Chan's words, the old man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, as if he suddenly remembered something that he missed in the past, and his eyes when he looked at Wang Chan became full of appreciation.

"Today's dinner was originally prepared for Zhou Lin's child, and it just so happens that you are also here, so let's participate together, stay with me for a few days afterwards, and let's have a good chat!"

(To be continued)