Actor's reincarnation

Chapter 795 The Ghost of Kanto
"More than [-] people participated? Are they real or fake? Are you bragging?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Although Gong Houzi hates it, this person spits every nail, and he will never brag!"

"My dear, that means, there are really more than [-] people participating? This palace monkey has done a big event..."

"No wonder I have the confidence to go down to Foshan again. It's not that the dragon can't cross the river..."

The people below buzzed everywhere, but Gong Baosen remained silent and looked around.

Gradually, under his gaze, the audience became quiet again, and he spoke again.

"Of course, a lone tree doesn't make a forest, and a single thread doesn't make a thread. If this event doesn't have a few old brothers to help, it will definitely not be so prosperous. For example, brother Tongchen, brother Ying Tu, and brother Cheng Pu who are present." Gong Bao Sen said, "In addition to the old buddies, Geng Liangchen also made great efforts in this competition. Liangchen, get up and say hello to your comrades in the south."

Hearing this, Su Yi got up solemnly, and clasped his fists in all directions.

He knew in his heart that it was Gong Baosen who was helping him to the top, so that more warriors would recognize him.

When Su Yi sat down again, Gong Baosen went on to say: "I am sixty-three this year, and I am already in the year of my ears. I plan to retire in the year of my sixty-sixth birthday and wash my hands in the gold basin. Taking advantage of these three years, I hope There are two things to do. First, spread the martial arts from the south to the north; second, find a way out for our martial arts."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked different.

Gong Baosen continued: "Of course, these two things are not easy. I hope I can do it. The venue of the World Fighting Competition is chosen to be held in Foshan, in order to promote the integration of the northern and southern martial arts, and promote the southern boxers, and the northern transfer of art." !"

"Hong, Liu, Cai, Li, Mo, Wing Chun, Nanzhi, Black Tiger... There are many types of Nanquan and its power is good, but it is only spread in Guangdong and Guangxi. If the treasures of our ancestors are passed on to us, if we can't Wouldn't it be ashamed of the ancestors to let it be carried forward?"

"Before I came to Foshan, I had already negotiated with Master He, Master Dong and Master Rong. This time, each sect will send one person from each sect to transfer art to the north..."

Having said that, there was another loud buzz from below.

Everyone looked in surprise at the three old seniors that Gong Baosen mentioned just now, and they all showed shock, apparently they had never heard of this matter.

Boom boom boom!
A white-haired old man knocked on the table vigorously, and glared at him: "Why are you so noisy? Master never taught you to be serious and quiet when listening to people talking? In front of your comrades in the north, don't you feel ashamed if you don't know the rules?"

The old man had a very high prestige, and with his roar, the scene became quiet again.

Gong Baosen smiled and looked around for a week, and then said: "For those who go to the north to pass on the art, our Guoshu Museum will give the greatest support. You don't have to worry about manpower and material resources. Those who go can feel at ease and teach students. As for the martial arts in the north itself, we The Guoshu Museum will also give a certain amount of financial subsidies, which can be regarded as a reward for contributing to the integration and exchange of Chinese martial arts."

The conditions are very good, which makes some southern warriors suddenly feel excited.

"Of course, not everyone is eligible to go, nor can any school." Gong Baosen said, "That's why I put this World Fighting Tournament in Foshan."

"I made an agreement with the three old seniors in the south that this time we will select the southern boxers who will represent our country in Hua, and the one with the highest ranking in each school will be selected, and a total of fifteen boxing styles will be selected to pass on to the north. "

There was a lot of information, and the expressions of the people in the audience were very different, and they seemed to want to communicate, but because of the angry shout from the previous senior, no one dared to make a sound at this time.

"The trials will start tomorrow. The specific rules will be posted on the outer wall of this golden building after I check with the seniors again later." Gong Baosen said, "This time the northern and southern warriors compete on the same stage, A total of 27 people from all sects and sects came. But in the end, only 60 people from the north and the south joined together to represent our country.”

Speaking of this, Gong Baosen deliberately paused, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth: "There is one more thing, that is, last time in the Jinmen Martial Arts Elite Competition, we old buddies still owed to win the championship." Geng Liangchen's inheritance competition. I think, this time in Foshan, we will also do it together. You Foshan, choose one too! Join hands with Geng Liangchen, no matter whether you win or lose, as long as you can survive ten rounds, you will fight with Geng Liangchen. On a good day, we have to personally pass on the art and learn from each other."

"That's all for me, everyone, please have some tea!"

Gong Baosen picked up the teacup, raised it to everyone, and then emptied it.

wow...

There was applause from the audience.

After the banquet, the host and guest had a good time.

The guests from the north began to leave and went to their residences to rest.

Su Yi and several masters did not leave, because they were arranged to live in this golden building.

The house was on the third floor. After Su Yi and the masters returned to their rooms, Gong Baosen called Su Yi out again.

"Master Gong, what's the matter?" Su Yi asked suspiciously.

"I want you to accompany me to meet someone." Gong Baosen said.

Su Yi was startled, guessing in his heart, nodded slowly and said: "Okay."

When Su Yi and Gong Baosen passed by the second floor, they heard a fierce quarrel in the lobby and their names were mentioned.

A few words came faintly, but the words were not very nice.

The little brother guarding the entrance of the lobby turned green, he nodded and bowed to Su Yi and Gong Baosen in embarrassment, and coughed hard, trying to remind the inside.

But there seemed to be a fierce quarrel inside, and his coughing could not be heard at all.

Gong Baosen and Su Yi didn't look sideways and went straight downstairs without slowing down.

After watching the two of them go downstairs, the younger brother hastily opened the door and turned into the lobby, stomping his feet and shouting: "Masters, stop arguing! Just now Gong Baosen and Geng Liangchen passed by downstairs, they heard everything you said!"

As soon as these words came out, the noise stopped.

The southern warriors looked at each other in blank dismay, and an awkward atmosphere permeated the air.

"Why didn't you remind us?" Someone complained.

"Why didn't I remind? My throat is almost hoarse!" The younger brother said angrily.

"Coughing is worthless!" the man scolded anxiously, "If you yell, it's just a greeting, can you die? Stupid!"

"You... Hey, you black-faced god, why are you talking to me? Come on, come on, let's fight..." The younger brother began to roll up his sleeves.

"Okay!" A tall and thin man stomped his feet and stood up, "Speaking bad things about people behind their backs has been overheard! Now, the face of our Foshan Martial Artists has been completely lost!"

"It's not good to hear, but it's not the truth?" Someone argued forcefully, "He, Gong Baosen, is obviously arrogant, trying to force us to be the master of our southern martial arts! Geng Liangchen is indeed like a marionette, being manipulated by others and having no idea." , don’t even fart…”

"That's right, we are insisting on letting us go north to upload art, and also insisting on fighting with their northerners. Why don't we go, if none of the sixty contestants selected by then is from our south, then we will send them to the north." Throw it to grandma's house! Come on, if you win, you will go to the north to pass on the arts. The north is freezing cold, and there are still wars, so the devil is willing to go! This Gong Baosen is clearly deliberately making a problem and putting us in a dilemma!"

"That's right, he's such a bully, what's wrong with us talking behind his back?"

"It's too bad!"

The scene became noisy again.

In the middle of the arena, Ye Wen cupped his hands to one person with a wry smile and said, "Brother Shou, I promised to bring my comrades from the south to fight with the north, but you didn't say that those who won would go to the north to pass on their skills. My family and children are all in Foshan. There is no way to abandon the family and go north.”

Brother Shou sighed and said, "Master, I didn't know how they talked with Gong Houzi. I didn't mean to lie to you. But now that it's done, what do you think should I do? Hey, you were sitting on the stage before, but now You don’t want to back down temporarily, do you? How will others think of us?”

"Wing Chun, my senior brother Chen Shi has already passed on the art in Jinmen." Ye asked, "There is no need for both of them to go north, right?"

"Your situation is very special..." Brother Shou pondered slightly, "Well, I will discuss it with my masters later to see if there is any exception."

"Thank you Brother Shou." Ye Wen was slightly relieved after hearing this, and hurriedly cupped his fists.

"Thank you early, I haven't written my horoscope yet." Brother Shou shook his head.

"It has nothing to do with success or not," Ye Wen smiled slightly, "I thank Brother Shou for his kindness."

On the other side, Su Yi and Gong Baosen came out of the golden building and went straight to a private house in a back alley.

He stopped in a dilapidated courtyard, looked around, and stepped forward to knock on the door knocker.

Ding ding, ding——

Two short and one long, very rhythmic.

The crisp voice echoed in the back alley.

In the silence, there was also the sound of knocking in the courtyard, which seemed to be the impact of wood—boom, boom, boom.

Two long and one short.

Gong Baosen took a deep breath, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Su Yi followed closely behind, and closed the door behind him after entering.

The courtyard is not dilapidated, it is full of flowers and plants.

There is a kitchen on the left side of the yard. Smoke rises from the kitchen. There are candles flickering in the kitchen, as if someone is there.

The courtyard was filled with a strange aroma, which came from the kitchen, and just smelling it made people move their index fingers.

But when Su Yi thought about what this fragrance belonged to, he immediately felt a little awkward.

He has always kept a respectful distance from messy meat.

Gong Baosen went straight to the kitchen, and when he reached the door of the kitchen, he stopped suddenly and his expression became agitated.

Su Yi looked in behind Gong Baosen, and saw an old man with gray hair sitting in front of the stove.He hunched his back and held a piece of firewood in his hand.

When Gong Baosen saw this person, he became excited instantly. He entered the kitchen in three steps at a time, knelt down with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, Baosen is here to see you!"

The gray-haired old man was also a little excited, and hurried forward to help him up, but finally shouted: "The Northeast is so big that you can't accommodate you? Do you have to come to Foshan? Get up!"

Gong Baosen had tears in his eyes: "I'm here to pick you up."

"Go back? Can you go back?" The old man sneered, "The Northeast is now dominated by the Japanese. Under the flag of the sun, can a ghost like me be accommodated?"

As he said that, he returned to the stove and lifted the lid, and the white air filled the air in an instant, and the aroma became more intense.

He picked up the spoon by the stove, took a sip of the bubbling thick broth in the pot, and shook his head: "It's not the time yet."

It seems to be talking about soup, and it seems to be talking about his return to the northeast.

Looking at the soup in the pot, Gong Baosen seemed to have calmed down a bit, and said, "Stewing soup like this is exhausting."

"This is not stew, but snake soup." The old man said.

"Isn't snake soup a winter dish?" Gong Baosen asked doubtfully.

"It's been a dish for decades." The old man said lightly.

"It's been decades..." Gong Baosen said with emotion, "1905, the year of Yisi, was the year of the snake. You left the Northeast in that year."

The old man smiled and looked out the door.

"Brother, he is Geng Liangchen." Gong Baosen introduced.

"Greetings, senior!" Su Yi cupped his hands in salute, respectful and authentic.

"I've heard of you." The old man looked at Su Yi, his cloudy old eyes seemed to be twinkling like stars at this moment, "You must be outstanding when you are young and famous. Come closer, let me see you."

"Yes!" Su Yi agreed, and stepped into the door.

He stopped one meter in front of the old man, bowed to the old man again, and then straightened up.

The old man looked him up and down, and Su Yi nodded in satisfaction, "You are a good seedling. If it had been a few years ago, when I was still young, I would either have to accept you as my apprentice, or I would have had to fight with you."

"But I'm old now, and I can't do the business of shaking my fists and arms with the younger generation. It's not good to lose, and it's not honorable to win."

"Senior praises you, you don't look old at all." Su Yi complimented.

"According to the rules of our Northeast, when meeting a junior for the first time, there must be a meeting ceremony." The old man groped for himself, "Although I am old, I can't lose my manners."

As he said that, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket, slowly handed it to Su Yi, and said with a smile, "Take it, you're welcome."

At the moment when the old man stretched out his hand, Su Yi suddenly shuddered, and subconsciously took a step back!
In a trance just now, Su Yi actually thought that the old man was going to make a sudden attack, so he rushed over to make a move!

Frightened in his heart, he took a step back in response.

After he stepped back, he realized that the old man just reached out and handed him a piece of silver.

What happened to the panic just now?

Is it an illusion?

Do not!
Su Yi's expression was serious, he looked at the old man with fear, his whole body tensed up, and he secretly took precautions.

He was not delusional just now!
It's that when martial arts reach a certain level, they will predict the opponent's next move or action based on the subtle movements, micro-expressions, and even subtle changes in muscle strength in the opponent's every move.

At the same time when the old man handed over the money just now, Su Yi keenly noticed that the changes in the muscles on the old man's body were clearly tensing constantly, and he was ready to pounce on him at any time.

And the old man's aura also changed instantly at that moment, like a wolf who chooses to eat people, which makes people subconsciously fear.

So, did the old man suddenly give up when he was about to make a move?

Or did he not intend to attack Su Yi at all?

The former is fine, but if it's the latter...

That means that the old man's control over himself has long since reached an incredible level, and he has long been able to control a certain state of himself, or any state.

(End of this chapter)