Chapter 59 Discussion
Chapter 59 Discussion
Foshan, Hongquan Hall
On the large round golden hoop table, Qin Huai stood opposite a young warrior with a calm expression, whose face was 70% similar to Lin Ku.
Below the stage, the white-haired old man, a group of younger martial arts association members, and Li Bingwu sat around a round table.
"Xiao Wu, don't worry about it. Although today's competition is mainly for you to resolve the grudge with the Wuhui, you should have gone on stage to ask for the punch.
But the younger generation has grown up, and since Xiao Qin is willing to learn the high-level techniques of Hong Quan and broaden his horizons, you, as the elder, should just let him do what he wants."
"His injuries haven't healed yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him."
"With me watching over you, what are you afraid of? Besides, I am not a young man who doesn't know the limits.
Xiao Wu, caring too much can lead to confusion. "
After listening to the old man's words, Li Bingwu thought about it carefully.
That’s right, Qin Huai is a master of the third level of training just like him, so what is there for him to worry about?
On the ring, the young warrior was dressed in white martial arts uniform, with strong muscles, a proud body and sparkling eyes.
Qin Huai was wearing a black training suit. His tall body looked like it was made of steel and he exuded an imposing aura.
"I have heard of the great name of Baji Qinhuai for a long time. Today is a good opportunity to learn something from him!" Lin Rong's eyes were like torches and his voice was like a bell.
Qin Huai raised his lips and responded, "I also want to see some high-level Hong Quan moves, Brother Lin, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two people at the round table started almost at the same time.
The space on the table was already small, and the two of them had practiced martial arts for many years, so their moves were very quick.
Lin Rong was as fierce as a tiger, and when he rushed forward, his left fist, with a whistling evil wind, went straight to Qin Huai's heart.
Qin Huai was not in a hurry. He defended with his right hand while sinking his left hand, and managed to deflect Lin Rong's right fist that was aimed directly at his heart.
After being frustrated, Lin Rong did not retreat but advanced instead. The whip hammer in his left hand drew an arc like a stunning streak in the daytime and slashed towards Qin Huai's cheek.
So hard?!
Qin Huai frowned, bent his right elbow to block, and at the same time, stretched out his left hand like a dragon claw, quickly reaching for Lin Rong's Jianjing acupoint!
Take the shoulder well and cut off its strength!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Rong twisted his right hand, turned his wrist to buckle Qin Huai's elbow, and kicked Qin Huai's lower body with his right foot. It was a plan of attacking Wei to save Zhao.
Qin Huai raised his knee, and their legs suddenly collided and then separated.
Looking at the Qinhuai River in front of him, which was as defenseless as a mountain, Lin Rong's face was a little solemn.
Qin Huai was also somewhat resentful in his heart. Why did they have to practice on such a small table when they could practice anywhere else? Wasn't it obvious that this was targeting his Northern martial arts?
It’s not that Qin Huai is useless, but he is afraid that the round table will not be able to hold up if he exerts force suddenly.
Even though this round table is a good solid wood table, Qin Huai weighs more than 200 pounds after the third training, plus Lin Rong, who has also done a good job in physical training. Qin Huai's worries are not unreasonable.
Before Qin Huai could hesitate about how to fight, Lin Rong took a deep breath, put on a horse-riding single bridge, and pointed at Zhongyuan with his right hand, obviously ready to fight for real.
Qin Huai didn't care about him, and waited for Lin Rong to attack with his two big hands in front and behind.
"this is not"
Everyone present was caught off guard by Qin Huai's attitude, and they looked at each other in surprise.
The white-haired old man also showed some approval and wonder in his eyes.
"Interesting, really interesting, Xiao Wu, your junior is such a wonderful person, hahahaha."
Lin Rong on the table suddenly moved, and his body rushed in front of Qin Huai like a white horse. His flesh-red fists, which were a little bigger than before, blasted towards Qin Huai's head and face with a sonic roar!
Double fist bump! Wing Chun fighting!
The four arms, two black and two white, were biting and entangled with each other like mad pythons, making the people under the table dazzled. Lin Rong's eyes widened, and seeing that he could not attack for a long time, he wanted to take advantage of Qin Huai's upper body to entangle with him, and then use his hidden kick to achieve a miracle!
Qin Huai watched Lin Rong give up the thick lower body of the Hung Gar Si Ping Da Ma to compete with him in leg fighting. He also grinned, kicked with his right foot, and rose up. His toes touched Lin Rong's outstretched thigh, and he turned in the air and kicked backwards. His huge body was as swift as a small and agile civet cat.
Flowers hidden under leaves, legs hanging!
"Bang!" "Crack!"
The heavy legs and arms collided with a loud bang, and the large solid wooden table could not withstand such a force and broke in the middle.
"Alright, today's sparring ends here. The grudge between Xiao Wu and us is resolved, so don't mention it again in the future."
The white-haired old man looked at Lin Rong, whose arms were shaking but who still refused to admit defeat, and the people from the martial arts competition who wanted to step forward, and quickly waved his hand to silence them.
"If you still want to compete, it's either me or Xiao Qin. I'll make the decision, and we can compete again."
Li Bingwu patted Qin Huai's muscular legs and spoke to the people in the martial arts meeting.
Qin Huai also wanted to see if there was any kind-hearted person willing to come out and give him some experience, but unfortunately everyone in the martial arts meeting was muttering and ignored him.
"Okay, Ah Huai, this move of hiding the flower under the leaves and hanging the legs is quite good, it has some of the charm of Old Guan Ye when he was young!"
"Uncle Wu, you haven't seen Old Master Guan when he was young, so how do you know it's not four points?"
Qin Huai was chatting and laughing with Li Bingwu, but the atmosphere among the martial arts participants on the other side was a little stagnant.
"Just forget it?"
"Otherwise, you can use the secrets of Zhizimen on the table, how else do you want to compete? Let's go to the boat to compete?"
"It's not impossible!"
"Then you go in person. Even Arong can't stand it. I want to see how you, a punk, can stand it. I'll beat your lungs!"
"Master has spoken, if you continue to make trouble, do you still want your money?
These two are really considerate enough to let us have a tie in the end, so that's it."
In the end, it was Tan Si who made the final decision and let the matter go.
The white-haired old man was very happy to see that both sides had no objection.
"I've reserved a table at Sanpinlou. I'm hosting today. Anyone who's free, come!"
"it is good!"
Sanpin Building, Tianhai Pavilion
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Qin Huai looked at the people at the martial arts meeting and wanted to express his feelings with the help of wine.
“Dear seniors of the martial arts association, although the result of today’s competition is a happy one for everyone, the actions of some of you seniors are indeed a bit hesitant.
They say that age makes all people different, but knowledge makes all people different. I think there are some things that you seniors may not understand as well as a young person like me. "
Qin Huai stood up, picked up a round cake and preached to the people present, saying leisurely,
“People always say southern fists and northern legs, southern fists and northern legs, but there are north and south fists, but are there north and south countries?
The world is so big, it’s not just about the north and the south.
To force yourself to be perfect is to be complacent.
In your eyes, this piece of cake is a martial arts world, but to me, it is a world.
Now that the country is in danger, why are we martial artists practicing Kung Fu?
In a broader sense, it is to get the foreigners out of China and protect the country and the people; in a narrower sense, isn't it just for the sake of the family, so that they can live a good life?
Whether it is southern boxing being spread to the north or northern martial arts being spread to the south, why should we make such a clear distinction?
Isn't it good to be able to spread military power throughout the world and benefit the people?"
"Well said!" The white-haired old man looked at the younger generation in front of him and felt relieved.
Li Bingwu's eyes were also a little moist, and he drank the liquor in the glass in big gulps.
(End of this chapter)