It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 727 A man named Liu Zheng came to pay his respects at the mountain.

"Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji Sect, I've heard of it. It's a small sect that was only established two years ago."

Lin Zhengzong replied.

“They invited me when they held their founding ceremony, but business at the massage parlor was bad at that time, and I wasn’t in the mood to participate in such events, so I made up an excuse to decline.”

"Is their leader named Ma Baoli?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, their leader's name is Ma Fuguo. He personally wrote the invitation letter. His calligraphy is quite good, vigorous and powerful. This Ma Baoli is probably his daughter."

"Is there something you want to know about them, Mr. Liu?"

Lin Zhengzong asked.

“I have a takeout order to deliver to Ma Baoli.”

"Oh, it's official business. Please wait a moment, I'll find someone to inquire right away."

Lin Zhengzong said.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Lin."

He hung up the phone and focused on driving.

This wait lasted for more than ten minutes. When Liu Zhengdu drove the car to the street corner where Hunyuan Xingyi Taijimen was located, Lin Zhengzong finally called.

"Mr. Liu, I found out. Ma Fuguo was seriously ill last month, and now his daughter Ma Baoli is managing the martial arts school."

Lin Zhengzong said.

What illness does the patient have?

Liu Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pressed for an answer.

"That's not very clear. They haven't told anyone, and several colleagues who wanted to visit them were refused."

Lin Zhengzong shook his head.

"It seems you have something difficult to say."

he mused.

Either Ma Fuguo's illness was something he couldn't reveal, or Ma Fuguo was actually dead, but his death was kept secret.

"That's not clear."

Lin Zhengzong replied.

"How strong is this Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji School?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"They have no real strength. Although their name is Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji School, their boxing style is neither Hunyuan nor Xingyi, and it doesn't even have Taiji."

“They used to spar with us occasionally, but their disciples were always the last to enter and the first to leave, so over time they stopped coming.”

"However, Ma Fuguo's strength is unfathomable. Once, a martial arts master went too far with a joke, and Ma Fuguo got angry and slammed his fist on the table. Five bolts of lightning immediately descended from the sky, even piercing through the roof."

"Luckily we intervened in time, otherwise the owner of the museum would have been struck by lightning."

"So everyone thinks that the disciples of Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji School are so bad, either because Ma Fuguo doesn't know how to teach his disciples, or because he held back and didn't teach them properly."

Lin Zhengzong said.

"What about My Little Pony?"

“I don’t know about Ma Baoli. Everyone only knew that Ma Fuguo had such a daughter, but no one had ever seen her make a move.”

he replied.

"When it rains, it pours."

Liu Zheng sighed.

However, he wasn't lamenting about himself, but rather about My Little Marie.

With his father seriously ill, his fellow disciples deemed useless, and himself entrusted with a critical mission amidst a turbulent time, he is forced to deliver takeout to a bloodthirsty restaurant. Anyone would break down in this situation.

However, despite the sympathy, the food delivery still needs to be done.

"Any other information, Mr. Lin?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"temporarily unavailable."

Lin Zhengzong replied.

It's already quite good that he was able to find out this much in just over ten minutes, considering he's not a professional in this field.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Lin. I'll treat you to dinner next time."

"Not at all, it's me who should be treating you to dinner, Mr. Liu."

They exchanged a few polite words and then hung up the phone.

Liu Zheng drove the car to the corner and stopped, then walked to the entrance of the Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji School.

The street where Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji School is located is relatively remote. He looked around and saw that there were no shops or buildings around, only low-rise buildings.

However, perhaps because of this, the Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji Men is quite large, about the size of a farmhouse courtyard, and the decoration looks similar as well.

"Um"

Looking at the seven large characters "Hun Yuan Xing Yi Tai Chi Men" written on the plaque above the door, he pondered for a moment and took out paper and pen from the broken mandarin duck pouch.

He had formally studied martial arts under a master and could be considered a member of the martial arts world. Since he had come to pay a visit, it was only right that he present a visiting card.

But how was the visiting card written again?

Liu Zheng twirled his pen for a while, then wrote down some text on the torn A4 paper.

"Liu Zheng, a successor of Chen-style Bajiquan, has come to pay a visit after hearing of Master Ma Fuguo's superb boxing skills and abundant martial virtue."

Although it wasn't written with a brush and I don't know if the format is correct, at least the attitude is shown.

After writing the visiting card, he took out a bottle of bronze ingots and then went up to knock on the door.

"Who?"

After three knocks, a man's voice came from inside the door.

"Hello, I am a boxing master from out of town, here to visit Master Ma Fuguo."

Liu Zheng said loudly.

"My master is ill and will not receive guests. You may leave."

"That's what the person inside said."

"What a coincidence! I also know some traditional Chinese medicine. I wonder if I could examine Master Ma?"

He asked knowingly.

"Come on, even the doctors we hired at great expense couldn't cure it, what can you possibly cure?"

The person inside said dismissively.

"Whether I can cure him or not, it's all out of goodwill, yet you speak to me like this. I've heard from others that Master Ma is a man of noble character, and his disciples are all outstanding individuals. I never expected him to look down on people like this. It seems the rumors in the martial arts world are all false."

"I'll leave now, so I won't pollute your esteemed area in front of your door. Humph!"

Liu Zheng feigned anger and tried to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was just saying something casually, why are you making such a big deal out of it? Who looks down on you?"

The people inside quickly called out to him.

"You're trying to kick me out without even accepting my invitation? Isn't that disrespectful?"

He asked rhetorically.

"A visiting card? What's a visiting card?"

Despite being separated by a door, Liu Zheng seemed to see a pair of clear yet foolish eyes.

"This is it. If you don't understand it, just show it to Master Ma. He'll definitely understand it."

He slipped the A4 paper through the crack in the door.

"And this bottle of bronze-labeled wine from Dukang Winery was originally intended as a gift for a junior to visit a senior. It was something I managed to get with great difficulty."

"I came with a sincere heart, but I did not expect to be treated like this. If word gets out, I don't know how my fellow martial arts practitioners in the metropolis will view Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji School, or Master Ma Fuguo."

Liu Zheng placed the bronze badge on the ground and said indignantly.

“I didn’t treat you well. My master is really sick. My junior sister said that the martial arts school will be closed to visitors until my master recovers. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

"Okay, wait a moment, let me show this invitation to my junior sister first, alright?"

With such a huge hat on your head, the person inside couldn't withstand it immediately.

"Can your junior sister make that decision?"

he asked.

“My junior sister is my master’s only daughter. She’s in charge of the martial arts school now, so of course she has the authority to make decisions.”

"That's what the person inside said."

"Alright then, I'll wait here. I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."

Liu Zheng said reluctantly.
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"Thank you, brother, you're such a good person," Guo Xiaolu said, moved.

He thought he was going to get a scolding, but to his surprise, the other party agreed very readily.

It seems this guy genuinely came to visit.

but
"Why not just talk when you're already at the door? Why write a bunch of incomprehensible stuff? It's like taking off your pants to fart."

Guo Xiaolu looked at the visiting card in his hand and curled his lip.

He wasn't very well-educated; he could only understand half of the contents of the visiting card, and only half of the other half he didn't understand.

However, the parts that are readable are enough to determine that this is not a challenge.

Guo Xiaolu jogged all the way to the small house at the very back of the courtyard.

"Boom boom boom!"

He knocked gently on the door.

"what's up?"

A girl's voice came from inside the room.

“Someone came to the door, saying he wanted to visit our master and even handed over a visiting card.”

Guo Xiaolu said.

"A visiting card? Are there still people who act so old-fashioned these days?"

The people inside the house asked in confusion.

"Yeah, that's what I said too. But that person seemed to be from the countryside, maybe he's just a bit old-fashioned."

Guo Xiaolu guessed.

"Did you come all the way from the countryside to visit my father?"

After a brief silence, his vision suddenly blurred, and then a girl wearing a white training uniform with a wide red cloth belt around her waist appeared in front of him.

The girl blocked his view with her body and then closed the door behind her.

"Senior brother, give me the visiting card."

The girl held out her hand.

"oh oh."

Guo Xiaolu swallowed hard and placed the visiting card in her hand.

"Junior Sister is getting more and more beautiful."

He sighed in his heart.

The girl had her eyes lowered, her long black hair braided into a high ponytail. Although she was wearing old-fashioned training clothes and had no accessories, she still exuded a youthful vibe.

"Chen-style Bajiquan? Never heard of it. It's obviously from the countryside."

The girl muttered to herself as she looked at the visiting card.

Metropolis is home to a diverse array of races and power systems. Compared to other power systems, boxing has virtually no advantages and is actually quite disadvantageous, so naturally, few people are willing to learn it.

With fewer people learning, there are naturally fewer people teaching. There are only so many sects in the city, big and small. Even if she didn't know them, she at least knew their names, but she had never heard of this one.

"But that's a very nice way of putting it. Here's what we'll do, Senior Brother Guo, go to the storeroom and get two bottles of liniment. Tell them that my father is seriously ill and it's really inconvenient for him to receive guests. These two bottles of liniment are to thank him for making the trip. Please ask him to go back first. Once my father recovers, we will definitely invite him to visit us."

The girl thought for a moment and then spoke.

"what?"

Guo Xiaolu hesitated for a moment.

"What's wrong? Is it too long to remember?"

the girl asked.

She knew that Guo Xiaolu wasn't very smart and wasn't good at interpersonal relationships.

But now the martial arts school has no other disciples besides the two of them, and it's inconvenient for her to go there herself.

"No, they even brought a bottle of Dukang Winery's bronze-label liquor as a gift, and we're just going to give them two bottles of liniment in return? Isn't that a bit stingy?"

Guo Xiaolu scratched his head and said.

"Bronze-label liquor from Dukang Distillery?!"

The girl's eyes widened.

Are all martial arts masters in the countryside this rich these days? They can afford to buy such high-end wines.

"Are you sure he came to visit and not to become an apprentice?"

The girl questioned it, but then quickly dismissed her own idea.

"No, even if one were to become an apprentice, such an expensive gift wouldn't be necessary. Just who is this person?"

She stared at the visiting card, lost in thought.

"I don't know. But junior sister, you have to hurry, or they'll get angry and leave, and they'll say they're going to spread rumors that we're impolite."

Guo Xiaolu urged.

"What? How did you manage to offend someone?"

The girl was startled.

"I don't know, I just said it as you told me to."

Guo Xiaolu looked completely innocent.

"You really are something. Sigh, I'll deal with you after I get rid of that person."

The girl glared at him and rushed to the front door.

She first peeked through the crack in the door, but only saw a bottle of wine with a bronze label on the ground.

Filled with doubt, Liu Zheng opened the door.

"Hello, are you Miss Marbury?"

A person with tentacles and goat hooves appeared in front of her from the side and asked politely.

"Bloody Restaurant!"

The girl's pupils dilated immediately when she saw the uniform the other person was wearing.

Then, a flash of electricity appeared in the air.

"Lightning Double Whip!"

The girl's two jade-like arms were wrapped around lightning, as if the Thunder God was wielding two whips to strike the newcomer's chest.

"They accept the invitation but don't treat guests well; instead, they attack and hurt people upon meeting. Is this how the martial arts world in the city operates?"

The newcomer seemed to have been prepared; with a flick of its hoof, it leaped backward, avoiding the attack.

"Stop pretending. I know you're a deliveryman from the Bloody Restaurant. You're quite capable for managing to dodge my attack. You'd better leave on your own, or I'll take your life."

The girl said coldly.

"You still haven't answered my question. Are you My Little Pony?"

The visitor asked again.

"That's right, it's me, so what?"

The young girl, Ma Baoli, said proudly.

"I am a deliveryman at Bloody Restaurant, and also a successor of Chen-style Bajiquan. Liu Zheng is not here to challenge us, but if Master Ma wants to spar, I will gladly oblige."

The person who came was Liu Zheng, who spoke in a firm and powerful voice.

"You said you came to visit my father, but what are you visiting him for? Don't tell me it's something like admiring his martial virtue; even a three-year-old wouldn't be fooled by that."

Ma Baoli questioned.

"Alright, I've heard that Senior Ma can summon five bolts of heavenly lightning with a single slam of his hand on the table. Such martial arts are unheard of, so I'd like to come and witness it for myself."

He replied, half-jokingly.

"Then you've come at the wrong time. My father is currently bedridden and cannot demonstrate his martial arts skills. You should wait until he recovers before coming."

Ma Baoli's tone softened upon hearing this.

The story of "slamming the table to summon thunder" is widely known in the martial arts world, and it's normal for martial arts masters to be curious and want to see it for themselves.

"I wonder what illness Elder Ma has? I have a friend who is both a priest and a doctor, specializing in treating all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. Perhaps he can cure Elder Ma."

Liu Zheng immediately said.

"No need. My father's condition is improving. He just needs to rest for a while longer. During this time, he is most averse to seeing strangers, so please go back."

Marbury continued to refuse.

“I just saw that Young Master Ma’s arms were surrounded by lightning, so he must have already received the true teachings of Senior Ma. If I can’t witness Senior Ma’s divine skills, then I can at least witness Young Master Ma’s fist techniques.”

He persisted.

"Why are you so difficult to deal with? I told you to leave, so leave now. If you don't leave, I'll treat you like someone who's trying to challenge me."

Marbury was getting a little impatient.

(End of this chapter)