Ma San was seriously injured and returned to Gong Baosen's temporary yard. The news immediately reached Gong Baosen's ears.

In the main hall, Gong Baosen sat on the Taishi chair in the middle, holding a teacup in his hand, looking at Ma San, who was still coughing at this time with cold eyes.

A bunch of boxers from the north were waiting outside the door.

"Lost?" Gong Baosen asked.

"Yes!" Ma San answered unwillingly.

"You know, why the knife needs to have a sheath?" Gong Baosen did not ask about the situation of the fight, but instead asked such an irrelevant sentence first.

Ma San did not hesitate: "Because the true intention of the knife is not to kill, but to hide."

The old man refused to comment and shouted coldly: "Your knife is too sharp, you have to hide it in the sheath."

When Ma San was in a bad mood, he said tit-for-tat: "My sheath is Master, I can't mess with you."

When the old man heard this, he became angry and said, "I can't hide you."

After a moment of silence, the old man said again: "Let's become famous again in ten years. Leave Foshan now. If you can't catch the train tonight, I will break one of your legs!"

When Ma San heard this, his teeth clenched, and his chest was filled with resentment. He looked at the old man deeply and rushed out of the door.

The next night, the Foshan Jingwu Association made a big fuss and blocked Wuguan Street completely, making it difficult to enter, so pedestrians were prohibited.

A carriage came from the street, facing the light rain.

A groom was sitting in the car, with a short knife hanging around his waist and a gray-haired monkey standing on his shoulder.

"parking"

"Please borrow a message from my friend," Lao Jiang bowed.

The disciples of the Jingwu Association who were guarding the gate saw a short knife around Lao Jiang’s waist at a glance: “There are regulations for the Jingwu in Foshan that no one is allowed to enter this street with weapons.”

Lao Jiang narrowed his eyes and was ready to move: "Do you know who is sitting in this car? Call out the disciples of the Gong family!"

Lao Jiang followed Gong Er into the old man's yard, and the older generation in the north were waiting.

"Miss Second, you are here. You have to stop the old man in this matter today. The winner and lose are not good," said the elder.

Gong Er said, "The Gong family has never lost, so how can they win or lose!"

This is the confidence of the Gong family.

"Hey! So what if you win? What's the difference in seniority?" the elder advised.

"Where is my father?" Gong Er asked.

At this time, Gong Baosen came to the kitchen of Jinlou alone, and there was a person waiting for him here.

Old Master Gong Baosen looked at Ding Lianshan sitting on the stool at this time, his eyes were red.

Ding Lianshan felt that someone was behind him. He looked at him and turned out to be his junior brother.

Gong Baosen knelt half-kneeling in a trembling manner: "Senior brother, Baosen is here to see you."

Ding Lianshan helped Gong Baosen up sadly, and the two looked at each other: "The northeast is so big that you can't tolerate you anymore. Do you have to come to Foshan? Get up!"

Gong Baosen replied: "I'm here to pick you up."

Hearing this, Ding Lianshan turned around and opened the lid of the pot where the fire was burning, and a stream of heat swelled.

"Go back? Can you go back? The north is now the world of the Japanese. Under the Sun, can I tolerate this ghost?"

When he was young, Gong Baosen had a conflict with a crazy Japanese, and both sides almost fought. Later, Ding Lianshan took action and secretly killed the Japanese. He was wanted by Japan and had to wander south.

Because of this, Ding Lianshan was named "Ghost of Kanto".

"Old man, you are here"

A sudden greeting made Gong Baosen tense all over his body. There was actually someone in the kitchen?

With his steps staggered, he was ready to take action at any time. When he turned around, he found that there was a burly young man standing in the corner of the kitchen.

This person breathed extremely slowly, and his breathing was three times that of ordinary people. Because the kitchen was dark, the old man didn't notice him for a while.

After a closer look, it turned out to be his son-in-law, Pang Guan and Pang Renzhi!

The old man's mind flashed and blurted out: "Is it you who fought against Ma San?"

Pang Guan was a little surprised and nodded.

"No wonder!" The old man nodded suddenly and affirmed: "If you haven't seen each other for a few years, you have actually gone further than the older generations."

Pang Guan did not answer this question, but just said: "Ip Man, you see him, Ma San is no match."

As soon as he said this, Gong Baosen immediately understood Pang Guan's intention to take action.

“Yeah, very appropriate”

I don’t know whether the old man was saying that Pang Guan’s evaluation of Ip Man and Ma San was appropriate, or that the injury of Ma San was appropriate.

Ding Lianshan picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup, tasted it, and said, "It's not the time yet."

One word is related and he said it is not time to go back to the north.

"It's very exhausting to stew the soup like this," said the old man.

"This is not a stewed soup, it is a snake soup," said Ding Lianshan.

"Isn't snake soup a winter dish?" Gong Baosen asked.

Ding Lianshan turned to look at him, with a complicated look on his face and said, "It's been a dish for decades."

Ding Lianshan has been away from the north for decades and misses him quite a lot.

The old man also remembered the past and couldn't help but sigh: "It's been a dish for decades. In 1905, it was the year of the snake. You left the north that year. After all these years, you have returned to that time."

The old man said that when the palace was two years old, when Ma San entered the school, Ding Lianshan went from south to north, just watched Ma San enter the incense hall, worshipped the ancestors, and left that day.

That was also the first time that Pang Guan and Ding Lianshan met.

"Work soup, you need to pay attention to the heat. If the heat is not there, it is difficult to adjust. If the heat is over, things will be suffocated. The same is true for being a human being. Go back," Ding Lianshan advised him.

The old man was unmoved, "I will go back until the stove can accommodate this piece of firewood."

The old man’s words meant that he had to wait until the Southern Fist and Northern Transmission was promoted to find the person who could lead the southern martial arts world, so that he could be considered to have fulfilled his merits and return to the north with peace of mind.

"Secret things are easy to do, but things are hard to accomplish. We are all old. Your reputation will not be easy for the rest of your life. Don't do things like waving your arms and swinging your fists. If you force it, the taste will be bad."

When the two elders spoke, Pang Guan did not dare to interrupt. In his opinion, the old man wanted to make a last-minute attempt and strive for a future for the martial arts world, and Dante Lianshan saw more deeply.

The sentence "If you force it, the taste will be bad" is to warn Mr. Gong not to force the southern martial arts world too hard, and things will turn back. If you are too overdoing it, you may backfire.

Maybe the old man was moved by this sentence. He held the firewood and said, "Baosen didn't want to be a hero, but wanted to create the current situation. Now in this stove, he needs this new firewood."

The old man's meaning Pang Guan understood that in order to integrate the martial arts world in the north and south, he did not hesitate to give up his reputation and use his reputation to achieve the reputation of the representatives of the south. He hoped that the man could take over his wishes and go further, so that the martial arts world would flourish and culturally unify.

But Pang Guan's idea was bigger than him, but he was not as noble as Ip Man. He could just use the things from his own country by himself, so why spread them to others?

"This pot of snake soup is a traditional Chinese dish. Foreigners don't even have any.

Old man, times have changed, and it is no longer realistic to rely on kung fu to save the country. Under the wheel of the times, I just want to rely on the last afterglow of kung fu to do my duty as a martial arts practitioner. In the future, do my best to do my best in the martial arts world and leave my destiny.

My father said it well, our inheritance must be kept, so that future generations will know that the Chinese martial arts world has always been there," said Pang Guan.

Hearing Pang Guan's words, Gong Baosen was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, he found that it was indeed the case, but he was just unwilling to accept it. As the leader of the northern martial arts world, he was really unwilling to make a way out for the martial arts world without fighting.

Pang Guan left with the old man, and in the temporary courtyard, a strong figure was waiting there.

Gong Er looked back and saw that Pang Guan was also there, and was very surprised.

"What are you?" Gong Er asked.

"I have been here for almost half a year. In the past few years, I have never sent you a letter." Pang Guan was a little ashamed. Compared with Ip Man, he was still far behind in this regard.

"Let's talk about it when you go in," the old man said.

The three of them sat down, and Gong Er was in a hurry to speak: "Your old buddies in the north don't agree with this competition. How much face does he have to give him? The one with the surname Ye is ignorant of politeness, so we can't break the rules."

Gong Er is still as competitive as he is now. He is a character that is both strong inside and outside, and he may not be able to change it all his life.

"Others don't understand the old man's true meaning, Ruomei, don't you understand?" Pang Guan asked back.

"But the Gong family's reputation is here, and it is a mess of rules, which will harm the Gong family's face." Gong Er insisted on his own opinion.

"Rules? That's also the rules of the martial arts world. If there is no martial arts world, why do you still need rules? Ip Man disagreed with the old man's proposal, and it was not his original intention. The doors from the south were closed, and he only cared about his own acre of three-point land. Wing Chun was not a big boxer, and Ip Man was not the president of the Jingwu Association." Pang Guan explained the tricks to Gong Er, and even defended Ip Man.

The old man also said: "Don't be as knowledgeable as them. The old man sticks to the rules. When will the newcomers come forward? Ip Man is a good material, it depends on whether he can come forward this time."

"Even if Ren Zhi is right, you are still here. Why should he stand out? If he wants to stand out, he can also stand out!" When Gong Er said this, Pang Guan was a little moved.

But his path is not here.

"Hey~ Do you think I didn't think about it back then? Since the time when Wuhu went to Jiangnan, I have the idea of ​​letting Ren Zhi take over my shift.

It’s a pity that Brother Pang is in the middle. You know his character best. I tried it three times, but he didn’t feel relieved. Thinking of the situation at that time, the old man was also very regretful.

He saw Pang Guan's talent. Whether it is martial arts, character, or wisdom, they are above others. They can be said to be the best candidate for the next leader of the martial arts world, but this barrier is just unbearable.

Pang Guan was also a little surprised to hear that there were still these things back then. He could understand that Pang’s father would not let him stand in front of the stage, but the old man actually wanted him to take over early in the morning, which he had never thought about.

"It doesn't matter whether you can make a comeback or not. Ruomei, you don't see far enough. What the old man wants to do is to seek a future for the martial arts world.

Face is a mountain. Only after passing through the mountain can your horizons be broadened. When you look back, how big is the thing about face?" Pang Guan said to Gong Er.

The old man nodded aside. The more he looked at Pang Guan, the more satisfied he was, but...
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