Chapter 657: He Who Knows the Current Affairs Is a Hero

"I want to fight you again!"

I don't know whether it was because he was too excited, or he stood outside for too long in the wind and snow, but Ma San's face was flushed, which reminded Qin Hao of Lin Haixueyuan's classic line.

Qin Hao bypassed Ma San and said, "You are not my opponent yet."

"I won't be careless this time!" Ma San clenched his fists and shouted angrily.

After saying that, he followed Qin Hao closely, as if you don't fight me, I will follow you all the time.

Qin Hao had no interest in playing such boring tricks with Ma San. He walked straight to the door of Li Cunyi's room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Uncle and Master went to visit some martial arts seniors from Fengtian and left early in the morning." Ma San crossed his arms, as if to say, the elders are not here today, and no one will support you kid.

However, Qin Hao said casually: "It's a bit boring to stay at home, take me out for a walk."

Ma San said unconvinced: "Why?"

"Uncle Gong should have told you to take good care of me when he left, right? If you can't meet this request, I will file a complaint with Uncle Gong when he comes back. I'm afraid you will have to stand in the snow again. "

Ma San's eyes widened and he stared at Qin Hao as if he was seeing a ghost. How did this kid know?

Qin Hao secretly laughed in his heart, Gong Baosen and Li Cunyi were different. Li Cunyi's personality tended to be rough and temperamental. He would dare to attack the Russian Japs' musket array with a big ring knife when he got angry, but Gong Baosen didn't. Same thing, he handles all aspects of things, he was able to merge the two sects of Xingyi and Bagua, and became the recognized leader of the northern martial arts world, not only by his unique skill of hiding flowers under leaves.

Jianghu is not just about fighting and killing, Jianghu is about human relations.

With Gong Baosen's character, even if Qin Hao is just a child, he will make thoughtful arrangements.

Facing Qin Hao's playful smile, Ma San was like a deflated rubber ball that wilted all of a sudden. Before leaving, his master did tell him not to neglect Qin Hao, otherwise...

But soon, Qin Hao regretted letting Ma San take him out, because the place where Ma San took him was actually Wuguan Street in Fengtian. Perhaps in Ma San's view, this was the busiest place in Fengtian.

"Hey, third brother is here. Please come in and have a sip of warm wine to warm yourself up."

"Third brother, please come quickly. We have good shabu knives here."

Along the way, there were quite a few martial arts apprentices who came to fawn over Ma San. From Ma San's triumphant expression, it was not difficult to see that this guy had brought him to the martial arts street with a premeditated plan and wanted to give him a blow. .

Taking care of himself as he came, Qin Hao completely ignored Ma San's show off and began to look at the surrounding martial arts gyms.

The martial arts gym in Fengtian is actually very different from the martial arts gym in Jinmen, except that the martial arts are more rough and wild. From a glance, the boxing styles here are also different from those in Jinmen.

In addition to the more common boxing types such as Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, and Baji, there are also many local boxing types, many of which Qin Hao has never heard of.

For example: Yuanyang Boxing, Form Boxing, Four Seasons Boxing, Yuan Gong Boxing, etc.

"How about it, do you want to see our Northeast boxing skills?" Ma San raised his eyebrows at Qin Hao, the provocation was self-evident.

Qin Hao will naturally not be fooled by him. For a martial arts gym, if people from other sects come to visit and want to see your boxing skills, it is obvious to join the gym.

For a boxer, the martial arts school is the foundation for his life. Destroying people's wealth is like killing his parents. This is Liang Zi who will never stop fighting.

"Not interested in."

Seeing that Qin Hao was not fooled, Ma San felt a little discouraged. At the same time, he also secretly despised him in his heart: He was bloodless.

Qin Hao wandered all the way, and soon he had left Wuguan Street and came to a more spacious street. The buildings on both sides had an obvious Ming and Qing Dynasty style. The roofs were in the shape of a herringbone, with a huge arc, green tile roofs, and bricks. Stone and wooden beams are combined. From the outside, it looks like masonry, but the load-bearing main beams are all made of large timber.

"Frozen pears, big frozen pears, little brother, please buy some and take them home to try."

"Sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, delicious roasted sweet potatoes."

Qin Hao didn't eat breakfast when he came out early in the morning, so he found a nearby breakfast shop and went in. Ma San hesitated for a while, but finally followed him in.

"What do you two young masters want to eat?" The boss was a dark-faced man. Seeing the way Qin Hao and Ma San were dressed, he knew that they were not from poor families. He did not look down on them because of their young age, and entertained them happily.

Qin Hao ordered two roasted sweet potatoes and a bowl of beef noodles. He originally planned to have a bowl of tofu, but he found that the tofu was salty and gave up decisively.

Ma San pretended to be reserved at first, but he didn't last more than two minutes and immediately asked the boss to order breakfast for himself.

At the same time, Ma San also discovered a problem, which was Qin Hao's appetite. How could a person with such a big order eat so much? Two large sweet potatoes weighed almost three kilograms. The store even paid extra for a large bowl of beef noodles, and he ate it cleanly.

"A loser." Ma San found that he couldn't even feed a child, so he could only secretly despise him.

Just when Qin Hao finished the last mouthful of noodle soup, a group of young students came over. Judging from their age, they should be college students. Two of them were fair and fair. In terms of bare face, their appearance was already better than that of many celebrities. .

After a group of people came to the breakfast shop and ordered breakfast, they started talking about it.

"This Northeast is almost becoming the Northeast of the Japanese. I don't know what Dashuai Zhang is thinking. Let the Japanese ride on our necks and shit and urinate without caring!"

"Hmph, Zhang Zuolin still hopes to unify the three eastern provinces with the support of the Japanese. How can he dare to attack his master?"

"Hey, Japan is very ambitious. I think it will definitely invade the three eastern provinces one day in the future."

Just as the students were filled with indignation, two Japanese ronin wearing samurai swords also entered the breakfast shop. However, they were not here to eat breakfast. Instead, they roughly put the samurai swords on the boss's neck.

The boss tremblingly took out the money from the drawer and handed it to them.

The two Japanese ronin then said in Northeastern dialect: "Yo Xi, those who eat food are heroes. From now on, the boss can do business with peace of mind. If anyone troubles you, blow the name of our Black Dragon Club."

The boss had a grimace on his face and cursed in his mind, except for you little devils, who would cause trouble for me?

But he dared not speak out in anger, so he could only force out a smile that was uglier than crying, thinking of sending these two bastards away quickly.

However, the student table burst into flames.

"Stop, why are you extracting the legitimate income of our compatriots on Chinese soil!" a male student shouted angrily.

The faces of the two Japanese ronin turned dark and they pulled out their knives.

"Baga, you dare to meddle in our Black Dragon Club's business, I think you are tired of living!"

When several male students saw this, they showed no sign of weakness and stood up with stools in hand. The two sides immediately started fighting.

However, a few male students were just showing off their bravery for a moment. Although there were many people, the opponent was armed with a sharp blade, and several students soon fell victim to it.

"Hmph, vulnerable. I've said it a long time ago that the Chinese are all sick men of East Asia and not vulnerable at all!"

A Japanese ronin laughed proudly.

As a result, before he finished speaking, he flew out the next second.

It was not Qin Hao who took action, but Ma San.

"Who do you think is the sick man of East Asia?"

The sudden change surprised the students, but the next second, they screamed.

"careful."

"Get out of the way."

But when another Japanese ronin saw his companion being knocked away, he immediately raised his samurai sword and slashed at him.

Ma San's martial arts skills had already been demonstrated. When he heard a strong wind coming from behind him, he immediately used an iron bridge to bend down to avoid the fatal blow, and then took advantage of the situation and kicked the Japanese Ronin directly in the abdomen.

"boom"

The Japanese Ronin was instantly kicked out and a table was smashed into pieces. He screamed in pain and wanted to get up to fight again, but he was holding his abdomen and couldn't stand up.

Ma San's kick just now had broken his ribs.

Xingyiquan is not just about punches that can hit people.

"good!"

"What a skill little brother!"

"Thank you little brother for saving your life. May I ask your name?"

Ma San glanced at Qin Hao proudly, saying: You see, this is my true strength.

The two Japanese ronin helped each other get up, and before leaving, they did not forget to say harsh words: "Baga, do you dare to tell me your name? We, the Black Dragon Club, will learn from you again someday!"

"Hmph, I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname, Ma San!"

"Ma San, please wait!"

Seeing the Japanese Ronin running away in despair, the students excitedly cheered for Ma San regardless of their injuries.

"Brother Ma San, you have vented some bad breath on our behalf today."

"Brother, have you ever practiced martial arts? Can you teach us?"

Ma Sanzui, who was surrounded by students, smiled crookedly and repeatedly raised his hands to everyone.

"I practice Xingyiquan, and my master is Gong Baosen."

"It turns out that he is Master Gong's disciple. No wonder his martial arts skills are so strong."

The students praised him so much that Ma San was almost confused, but when he looked back, he suddenly found that Qin Hao was missing and ran out immediately.

"What does this kid want to do?" Ma San followed Qin Hao all the way, but found that Qin Hao had been following two Japanese ronin.

When they reached a small alley, Qin Hao called out to two Japanese ronin.

"Kid, what are you telling us to do!"

The Japanese ronin who was less injured supported his companion. When he saw that the person calling him was a next-year-old child, he didn't take Qin Hao seriously at all.

"It's nothing, I just want to borrow the heads of the two of you." Qin Hao said lightly.

The Japanese ronin suddenly felt extremely insulted. It didn't matter that they had been defeated by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy before. Even if they were injured, they wouldn't be able to beat a ten-year-old child, right?

"idiot."

"Baga, your sister, you are so noisy." Qin Hao impatiently interrupted the Japanese Ronin's incompetent rage, and the next second he rushed forward to meet the opponent's samurai sword.

Ma San was startled, and was about to warn Qin Hao to be careful, but saw Qin Hao dwarfed, like a monkey avoiding the sword slash, and at the same time, he was already less than half a step closer to the Japanese ronin.

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese ronin was like a broken sack being blown away by a huge force, hitting the low wall behind him with a bang, and slid down the wall limply, just like a painting hanging on the wall. , because the nail hanging the painting fell off and slipped from the wall.

"Half-step collapse fist!"

"Hitting someone is like hanging a painting!"

Ma San stared at all this as if he had seen a ghost. Even though he was only sixteen years old, he had been practicing Xingyi Quan for eight years under Gong Baosen since he was a child. It can be said that his understanding is not inferior to that of ordinary Xingyiquan martial arts masters who open martial arts schools.

Therefore, he knows better what kind of punching power is needed to "hit people like hanging paintings".

"His attainments in Xingyiquan are actually so high?"

Ma San finally knew that Qin Hao said to him that morning: You are not my opponent yet. It was not that he looked down upon him, but that he was telling the truth.

And what makes Ma San even more incredible is that judging from yesterday's fight with Qin Hao, the other party's attainments in Baguazhang are not low.

"How did this guy train?"

The Japanese ronin whose ribs were kicked by Ma San before was also looking at this scene in stunned silence.

"It must be a dream. Yes, I had a nightmare. I didn't come out to collect protection money at all today, and I didn't meet these two damn children."

However, Qin Hao's figure was getting closer and closer before his eyes, and the pain in his ribs reminded him that this was not a dream.

"Don't worry, you will be able to accompany him on the road soon."

In the eyes of the Japanese ronin, Qin Hao's smile looked like a devil. The next second, his eyes blurred, and then there was a crisp sound from his throat.

Snap, a body was dumped in the alley.

Ma San suddenly felt nauseous. For so many years, he had always fought with people in just a few clicks. At most, they would bleed a little and break a few bones. But he had never killed anyone. On the other hand, Qin Hao killed two people in a row. Personally, it's like killing two chickens, so lightly.

"Why kill them?" Ma San asked, resisting the urge to vomit.

Qin Hao glanced at him and said angrily: "I'm not going to wipe your ass. If you don't want to cause trouble for your master in the future, please don't stupidly declare your family status and wait for people to come to seek revenge when you become a hero!"

Ma San suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat. After living in Fengtian for so many years, he still knew how powerful the Japanese were.

"Oh, it's all those students' fault."

Qin Hao shook his head. Who would have thought that Ma San was also a bloody man when he was young? It can only be said that the situation dictated it, but Ma San's behavior today is worthy of Qin Hao wiping his butt.

"How about digging a hole and burying them?" Ma Sanhou asked fearfully.

Qin Hao rolled his eyes at him: "Are you afraid that you haven't left enough clues?"

"Remember, we made breakfast and went home. We haven't been anywhere."

Ma San saw the flying snow gradually covering up the traces of their arrival, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, Ma San remained silent in the carriage. He didn't hold back a word until the carriage stopped at the door of Gong's house.

"Which one is better, Xingyiquan or Baguazhang?"

"Actually, this isn't what I'm best at."

"Do you know any other boxing skills?"

Ma San looked at Qin Hao in disbelief.