When Ning Xiu left the Chinese Martial Arts Association, it was almost dusk.

A heavy rain suddenly came, and the long street was filled with water. Looking around, there were pedestrians and passengers running in a hurry in the world looking for shelter from the wind and rain.

Bo!

A splash of water splashed, and I would rather walk into the rain.

His steps were not big, but his steps were steady and flat. The size of the splashes he took was surprisingly consistent.

When he reached the Sihu Bridge, he turned around and looked back.

Looking down from the bridge, Chinese martial arts always stand in the world of wind and rain, looking a little swaying. You can vaguely see the bright lights in the backyard mansion, which are unstable.

There was a faint crying sound, drifting along the wind and rain.

"The backbone of China cannot be broken, let alone bent!"

Ning Xiu's mind saw the scene of Old Man Sun before leaving and the hand holding his arm tightly.

"Is China's backbone..."

When he turned his head again, a blue paper umbrella spread out above his head, covering up the heavy rain. At the same time, a warm wind blew, as if it was forcing all the cold winds around him to open up.

"The spring is chilly, be careful of catching a cold."

Ning Xiu raised his head, looked at Li Qingyi standing in front of him, nodded slightly, and continued to walk alone to the distance.

In the heavy rain, Li Qingyi was wearing a cheongsam, and there was no place wet on her body. The stillness of Li Qingyi walked into Ning Xiu, whose whole body was soaked in the rain, and the miserable travel around her, forming a beautiful picture between the world.

In the afternoon, just before the trials.

The Chinese Martial Arts Association welcomed a guest, to be precise, a villain.

Looking at the familiar figure, the four martial artists who were responsible for the Chinese Martial Arts Association today showed a gleam in their eyes and stared at the man.

A man with a leopard head and a ring-eyed man in charge of the foreman, looked at the figure coldly and shouted sternly: "Luo Hu, you dare to come back!"

The person who came was none other than Luo Hu who had just come out of the black street.

When Luo Hu heard this, his expression did not move at all, and his feet continued to walk forward slowly.

"Why don't I dare to come back?"

"I'll come to see my master."

After hearing Luo Hu's words, the man was even more angry. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed Luo Hu's shoulders, and said angrily: "Your master's face is thrown away by all your face. Do you still have the face to mention your master now?"

Luo Hu did not avoid or dodge, but directly knocked away the big man's big hand like a push.

The big man was careless for a moment and staggered. When he wanted to chase him, a figure came out of the door.

"Let him in."

Luo Hu stepped into the gate, walked through the hall, and came to the backyard.

From the hall to the backyard, the road was full of people, each of whom was famous for his Chinese martial arts and fist, and each of them was Luo Hu's elders.

Everyone turned their attention to Luo Hu.

Just as Luo Hu was about to reach out to lift the cotton curtain in front of the room, a sound suddenly sounded from behind.

"Luo Hu, you have to remember that your life was given by your master."

The voice was cold and the tone was filled with warnings.

Luo Hu paused, and without looking back, he directly lifted the cotton curtain and walked in.

......

The master's appearance is still what he remembers.

He is a little dry, wearing a thick blue cloth shirt, and it is like this all year round.

The face was shrunk, the eyes were sunk deep, the mouth was a few thin yellow beards, and a small yellow grass braid was carried on the shoulders. It was as thin as chopsticks, but definitely not as straight as chopsticks.

The forehead is brighter and the eyes are brighter - although the eye sockets are deep, the eyeballs are as dark as two small wells, with dark light shining deeply.

"Master." Luo Hu bowed.

"You're still here."

Luo Hu straightened up, looked at Sun Sanyuan, and said, "Now everyone in the Qing Dynasty knows that Lafayette values ​​Dorobel. Master, you should just be too impressed. Is it that difficult to be as difficult as Shazilong?"

"As long as the Sino-foreign martial arts exchange meeting goes smoothly, I promise that you are the president of the Martial Arts Association, whether you or other masters, you can still teach boxing skills in this Sijiu City as usual."

Luo Hu was silent for a while, then said, "Master, the times have changed."

Sun Sanyuan looked at Luo Hu, was silent for a moment, and said, "I raised you. I have followed me to practice Xingyi since I was a child. You specialize in practicing Cannon Fist, and you prefer tiger Fist to twelve-shaped Fist."

"Today I will tell you my unique skills, the old ape hanging seal." Sun Sanyuan took a sip of the tea in the cup, slowly put it down, and said, "Have you practiced it?"

"Practice." Luo Hu had no expression on his face.

Although he is best at tiger shape, it does not mean that he does not know other eleven-shaped fists. As a master of Xingyi, he is naturally familiar with this move.

"Do you know what the pass of this stance is?" Sun Sanyuan continued.

"I haven't heard from you."

"The old ape is hanging the seal and looking back, the pass is not hanging the seal." Sun Sanyuan looked up at Luo Hu and said, "But he is looking back."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Luo Hu did not avoid it and looked directly into Sun Sanyuan's eyes. This was the first time in more than 20 years.

"From the main entrance, through the hall, and to the backyard, you have a total of 123 steps, and I have not turned back."

"My master once taught that the way of practicing martial arts would rather think about advancing than retreating."

"The disciple doesn't want to, and he can't look back."

Sun Sanyuan looked at Luo Hu deeply. At this moment, he seemed to have grown a lot. He said in a deep voice: "I have to take the things from Xingyi, so I have to take them back from you."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Sanyuan made a sudden move, but he used a tiger cannon in a tiger shape.

The best way to deal with this style is his own predecessor of monkey-shaped and old ape hanging seal.

Luo Hu reacted subconsciously, and while blocking the tiger cannon, he flew over and hit Sun Sanyuan's chest.

Sun Sanyuan did not dodge and took this move. At the same time, he rushed forward with both hands, and dragged Tao with one hand, directly hit Luo Hu's chin. Luo Hu's 1.9-meter-old burly body flew backwards, knocked open the cotton curtain, and smashed it hard to the ground. After rolling twice, he stopped.

After taking Luo Hu's knee hit, Sun Sanyuan took several steps back and finally fell back to the chair, his throat became sweet and his mouth was spit out of dark red blood.

Outside the house, on bluestone tiles.

Luo Hu's face was pale and his forehead was covered with blue veins. He struggled several times before he could barely stand up.

He could not understand that he would be hit.

Looking back?

Looking back!

Could it be that the old ape's move to hang the seal has flaws? When making a move, you need to turn back and avoid it. This is what Sun Sanyuan said at the beginning.

Luo Hu smiled, and his smile was very desolate.

He understood his master. His master didn't want the backbone of China to bend, but he was very simple. He just didn't want the backbone that was extremely fragile.

That's all.
Chapter completed!