Chapter 20 Registration
Chapter 20 Registration
"Brother, are there usually so many people in Tianjin?"
"I don't know either. I don't come here often."
Ever since Li Bingwu followed the Xiang family to Kowloon to manage the business, Qin Huai has had a junior brother who is about the same age as him.
In the words of his master's wife, "It's a tradition of mentoring, with the old helping the new. Today it's your turn. Take advantage of these few days of martial arts performances to show your junior brother some of the world."
Looking at the master in front of him who is enjoying himself, where is the murderous aura he had in the past?
Qin Huai knew that his master was too busy to take care of this junior fellow apprentice, and seeing that he had nothing to do these days, he threw him over to him to let him discipline him.
The two were now crowded on the Haihe River Bridge, with the road blocked by pedestrian carts, horse-drawn carriages of the rich and powerful, and cars of foreigners.
It took them less than half an hour to walk from the bridge head to the bridge head. Qin Huai was overwhelmed by the increasingly congested bridge head. When he was about to step forward to direct traffic, he happened to see a tea stand next to the bridge.
After a moment's thought, without even starting to run, he leaped over the river bank and stood steadily next to the tea stall.
"What amazing Kung Fu." Passersby on both sides couldn't help but exclaim.
"Don't be alarmed, old man. Bring me two bowls of hot tea to quench your thirst."
The old man at the tea stall was a little frightened by Qin Huai's sudden appearance, but when he heard that he came to drink tea, he calmed down.
"Young man, don't be so noisy when doing things." The old man complained and turned around to go back to his work.
"Brother, what should I do?"
Looking at his junior fellow student still on the bridge, Qin Huai smiled and shouted
"It's okay, jump over here, I'll catch you."
"Pa~" There was a dull sound of footsteps hitting the ground.
"Can't you just jump over here? What are you afraid of?"
Qin Huai glanced at his junior brother and saw that he was fine, so he quickly called A Ge to come and have some tea.
"Yangba tea soup does have a unique flavor."
"Brother, when are we going to sign up?"
Looking at the excited junior fellow in front of him, Qin Huai smiled, put down the tea bowl, paid the bill, and called on the junior fellow to follow.
"This competition not only involves warriors from the north and south, but also foreign warriors. It is truly a rare grand occasion."
Qin Huai slowly introduced the grand martial arts performance to his junior fellow apprentice.
"Brother, you are so amazing, and Uncle Wu is not here, when will you become the best in Tianjin?"
"No. 1 in Tianjin? This time it's No. 1 in Shenzhou!"
Hearing A Ge's joke, Qin Huai couldn't help but make a joke.
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Ruyi Temple
This famous martial arts street in Tianjin has witnessed the rise and fall of countless martial arts schools.
I saw several high platforms built on the street, and several groups of warriors gathered in front of the platforms.
"Brother, what does it say?"
"What are you arguing about? Can't you look at it yourself?"
"I...we can't read either."
"It says that they will first fight in a martial arts arena, and eight champions will be selected. These eight people will then sign a life and death agreement with two top picks, a total of ten people, to choose between fists, feet, weapons, and one, and five winners will be decided. Finally, these five people will draw lots, one person will be given a bye, and the remaining four people will fight in pairs. The remaining two people will fight against the person who was given a bye before. The one who survives the fists, feet, and weapons and is still standing will be the first in the martial arts performance."
Qin Huai squeezed in with A Ge and explained the notice to the illiterate warriors nearby.
"Brother, who do you think will be the champion of this tournament?"
"It's hard to say about other things, but the one who used Baguazhang that day must have his place."
Qin Huai looked at the three-meter-high platform in front of him and replied casually.
"Brother, do you think I should give it a try?"
"Just give it a try. I don't need to fight in the ring anyway. You should be fine under my care."
Facing his junior's request, Qin Huai felt that there was nothing wrong with it. As Li Shuwen's second disciple, A'ge came to the apprentice with only some skills but he was very talented and could endure hardships.
Although his progress in the past two years is not as good as his, it is still something that ordinary warriors cannot catch up with.
"Then I'll go sign up too." At the registration office, a few dark-skinned people couldn't help but feel upset when they saw the pile of registration forms in front of the clerks and the warriors who rushed forward to ask for their services to be filled.
"Golden Head, why did the higher-ups come up with the idea of holding such a thankless martial arts competition?"
"It's all for money, but how much money do these warriors have? If they had any, they would have probably already spent it all."
"I heard that there are quite a few foreigners participating in the competition this time. Do you think the authorities are trying to make money from them?"
Listening to the chattering of his men in front of him, Jin Er, who was lying on the chair, raised his heavy arms, grabbed the hat that was half covering his face and threw it at these black men.
"It's so noisy that it makes it hard for me to sleep peacefully."
Several dark-skinned men hurriedly took the hats thrown by Jin Er, still talking nonstop.
"Boss, you don't know who is involved in this martial arts performance?"
"Since the Marshal and the Buddha have both decided on this, it doesn't matter who else matters.
Have you found the bonesetter and the medicine for injuries that I asked you to find a few days ago?
Whether you can make a fortune depends on this one."
"At least half of the bonesetters within a five-mile radius have already made arrangements with us, if not eighty percent, and are just waiting to start a fight tomorrow."
"Okay, then you guys just watch here. These warriors are very brave and aggressive, so don't let them damage the stage."
Jin Er gave some instructions, and seeing that everything was indeed alright, he took a step forward, with his belly bulging, and slowly disappeared around the corner of the street.
"Hey, don't squeeze in. If you want to get a copy, go to the back and line up."
"I don't write for others. I hand in the registration form and borrow it."
"Fuck, don't push, the front is full."
"Can the people in front please hurry up? How long do we have to wait?"
"Damn it, I told you not to push but you did."
Seeing that the verbal dispute was about to escalate into a physical fight, several black men rushed over, holding batons to maintain order.
"Stop making noise, stop making noise, stop making noise. If you guys keep making noise, those of you who make the most noise will have to line up at the back!"
Faced with a group of burly, ferocious-looking martial artists, I don’t know if it’s the black and white sticks or this layer of skin that gives them the confidence, these black-skinned people seem to have no idea how to advance or retreat.
"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you. Go back and queue up!"
"Damn it, you dog-like thing dares to point at your uncle like that?"
In the blink of an eye, two black and white sticks were pulled from Heipi's hands in front of the big man. With a rub of his hands, the sticks broke into four sections and lay on the ground.
"You..." Seeing the fierceness of the big man, the dark-skinned adjutant quickly drew out the revolver from his waist and pointed it at the big man.
"Come on, if you're still so arrogant, I'll take your last name if I take a step back today."
The big man couldn't help but gasp when he saw Heipi drawing his gun, just when the two were in a stalemate.
A flash of black lightning passed by, and the Mauser in the adjutant's hand fell into Qin Huai's hand.
"You can't even use iron tools in a fight on the streets of Tianjin, so why are you using a gun?"
Qin Huai played with the box gun in his hand and glanced at his adjutant.
"Why are you in such a hurry to queue up? After waiting for decades, what's the point of waiting just a little while?"
He turned his head to look at the big man again, and watched him being pulled into the crowd by his companions. Qin Huai also walked to Hei Pi and stuffed the box gun back into the adjutant's hand.
"Nice gun, don't lose it next time."
"You..." The adjutant was a little angry and embarrassed, and his finger was on the trigger, intending to teach Qin Huai a lesson.
"Snapped"
A soft sound was heard.
Before Heipi's fingers touched the trigger, the box gun was back in Qin Huai's hands.
"Don't worry, I've already turned off the safety for you. It would be bad if you accidentally go off and hurt yourself."
Looking at the smiling Qin Huai, the adjutant felt a chill down his spine.
(End of this chapter)