Chapter 264 The Evil Ghost of Guandong "Everyone can be taught, and everyone can learn. There is nothing you can't learn."
Uncle Fu has no airs of a master at all, and is more like a private school teacher who is willing to answer people's questions.
Just as he was about to walk out, Fu Bo glanced at the clock on the wall and immediately seemed to see something terrible, so he took a few steps back to the concierge.
"what happened?"
Yin Xiu and the others were confused.
Fu Bo pointed to the clock on the wall, "It's not the end of the day. There are still 15 minutes left. If you leave early, you will be deducted for every minute."
"..."
The three of them sat down in Uncle Fu's concierge. There were several teacups and a large blue and white teapot in the small room.
"Hey, a big old man like me can't get used to drinking it from a small teacup and a palm-sized teapot. It's too bitter and strong. I have to have big leaf tea from the north to suit my taste."
As he spoke, Uncle Fu poured a cup for all three of them. The tea was already cold, but it exuded a fresh taste, with a faint aroma of jasmine.
"Good tea! Good tea!"
After just one sip, Tuen Mun Wong Fei Hung felt his mouth watering, and his mouth and nose were filled with the sweet aroma. He was immediately full of praise.
While drinking tea, his eyes swept around the room curiously until he saw an ID covered on the table.
That should be the watchman's work permit, with Uncle Fu's name written on it: Gong Baofu.
!!!
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun gave a strange cry and stood up.
He looked at Uncle Fu and said in a trembling voice: "Idol! It turns out that you are also my idol! I thought I could only admire your heroic appearance and grace in various martial arts novels and Jianghu legends in this life."
After saying that, he didn't care what everyone's reaction was, and he walked around the room excitedly, clenching his hands into fists, as if he was a champion with a gold belt greeting the audience in the boxing ring.
Uncle Fu looked at him as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, and looked at Yin Xiu with some confusion.
Yin Xiu sighed, "Don't worry, he is very tough. He was fine when the Kowloon boxing ring collapsed last time. Even ghosts will run around him."
Fu Bo whispered: "So, this is his normal state?"
Yin Xiu nodded helplessly, "Yes, he has always been like this, unrestrained and free."
Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun walked around there by himself for several times, and then he realized that the other two people were just sitting there without any reaction, and he couldn't help but become anxious.
He first looked at Lin Hu and said hastily: "Gong Baofu! Gong Baofu! This is Gong Baofu, the Ghost of Guandong!"
Lin Hu was stunned for a moment. When he realized the name, he suddenly jumped up. His reaction was exactly the same as that of Huang Feihong in Tuen Mun, dancing with joy.
"Hi! I've always just called senior Fu Bo Fu, but I never thought you were senior Gong Baofu!"
Suddenly, in the small concierge, the two of them were dancing around with their hands and feet as if they were possessed by evil spirits.
The other two were sitting blankly, one with a red face and the other dumbfounded.
"Cough cough!"
After coughing awkwardly, Fu Bo waved to the two of them to sit down.
Yin Xiu sat blankly.
Forget about Wong Fei Hung of Tuen Mun, even Lin Hu, who usually seemed very stable and mature, was like this. Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel surprised.
Finally, after calming down a lot, he explained to Yin Xiu: "Gong Baofu, the ghost of Kanto, was in the north and killed more than a dozen Japanese ronin in a week, attracting the two great ninjas of Iga and Koga. Genre pursuit.
As a result, all those ninjas died inexplicably, and he disappeared into the vast sea of people.
Some people said that he died together with those ninjas, some said that he traveled eastward to Japan to go to Ise Shrine, and some said that he left the north and absconded. "
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun took a deep look at Uncle Fu, his eyes full of admiration.
After listening to what he said, Yin Xiu remembered that he had indeed often read legends about him in some review magazines and Jianghu comics. However, when the legend actually sat in front of him, Yin Xiu couldn't react for a while.
Seeing that the three of them were in awe of him, Uncle Fu scratched his head in embarrassment.
"These are old things. Why bring them up?"
Despite what he said, Fu Bo's expression showed a kind of determination and calmness that he had never seen before.
"Actually, I didn't do those things alone. There were more than a dozen Japanese Ronin, one at this end and the other at that end. It was very difficult just to find them. Just to find them, I would have spent half the time alone. More than a month.”
After pouring another sip of tea for everyone, he said slowly: "At that time, I didn't think too much about the consequences. Killing Luobotou, what should I do if I have so much to think about and nothing to do? Just kill.
Those rogues are crazy, they are nothing short of beasts. Usually when they are drunk, they will run to some wild road, saying that they are going to test their swords, and they will kill everyone they see.
I can't stand it. After killing one person, you have to be prepared for the second one to come and take revenge. It's not that you are afraid of them, but just to take precautions before it happens.
Later, my senior brother and some older brothers also joined in, and the momentum, actions, and scope became larger and larger.
We were so good at killing Japanese ronin and Koga and Iga ninjas that we might as well take them away too. "Uncle Fu took a sip of tea, as if he was just talking about a small matter, like killing a chicken or cooking a fish, with a simple expression and a calm tone.
"I'm different from them. They have seniors and juniors, and they have many people to take care of. As for me, I can feed the whole family without worrying about it.
At that time, my eldest brother was in charge of the Gong family. He was a capable person and much more useful than me. I felt relieved that he would stay.
So I simply covered up all my guilt and fame, so that people outside thought I had great powers and could kill all those carrot heads by myself. How could I be so capable?In fact, I just robbed my brothers of all their opportunities to become famous.
Later, I discovered that the world is so big, but there is no place for me in the north. Wherever I go, the Japanese will chase me, and the masters from Japan will also chase me. There are so many people, and I can’t kill them, so the following Just ran to Hong Kong Island. "
His tone was still so calm, but the three of them could smell the strong smell of blood from these last few words.
After Uncle Fu finished speaking, he glanced at the clock on the wall, then stood up and said, "Get off work at that time!"
Seeing that the three of them were still motionless, he waved boldly: "Don't be stunned, don't you want to learn something? Let's go find a piece of land behind Uncle Ming's stall!"
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Uncle Ming's small stall has no signboard and only a few tables.
He couldn't name it himself, and when others talked about it, they couldn't find a suitable name.
It's neither called "Ming Kee" or any other name, but somehow, as long as you mention it casually, people can find it and have a bowl of it even if they have never been here or don't even have the address. Fresh piping hot sticky rice.
At this moment, he was stir-frying glutinous rice in front of the iron pot, and tongues of fire jumped into the pot from time to time, roasting the white rice grains with distinct grains.
After he squirted a mouthful of strong wine from his mouth, the flames in the pot exploded and rose, bringing out the unique aroma of glutinous rice. Just smelling it from a distance would make your mouth water and make you unable to move.
He just focused on frying rice and didn't care about what was going on around him.
Behind the stall, in an alley where only three people could walk side by side, Uncle Fu and Yin Xiu stood opposite each other.
After using his feet to draw clearer marks on the ground, Fu Bo wiped the dust off his shoes with satisfaction.
"Well, this circle only allows one of us to put one foot in. If there is more, we won't be able to stand. We will fight here later. Try not to be forced out by me, and then remember the feeling of exerting force on your hands. "
Upon seeing this, Lin Hu looked at Tuen Mun Wong Fei Hung who was standing next to him, and whispered: "What kind of training method is this? I have never heard of it."
Wong Fei Hung of Tuen Mun seemed not to be surprised at all, he just shook his head and said: "Kung Fu, some people say it's just a fight. If we get into a fight, we will break all the tables, chairs, dishes and bowls in the house. In fact, it's just a matter of falling." Inferior, meaningless, the Bagua hand competes for victory or defeat in a split second.
Cangzhou Daqiang is just the opposite. It emphasizes opening and closing, boldness and ease, so when you see such a scene, you will inevitably feel a little weird. "
"It's really weird."
Lin Hu touched his chin, his face full of surprise, "Then if you practice like this, I'm afraid you can only develop the softness of the Bagua Hand. You must know that the Bagua Hand is also famous for its strength."
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun said calmly: "You know the smallest thing, and you can grasp it at the slightest. When you really start fighting with all your strength, how bad can you be?"
"It makes sense, it makes sense. Brother, your views on martial arts are really disappointing. I'm afraid the Xiaoyaozi who wrote the martial arts review 200 years ago was nothing more than this."
"Don't dare, don't dare."
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun opened his hand and slapped a paper fan on his chest, feeling proud.
While the two were talking, Yin Xiu had already struck out with a palm, directly towards Uncle Fu's face.
Seeing this, Uncle Fu put his hand on Yin Xiu's elbow, pushed and pulled, and Yin Xiu's offensive collapsed instantly.
Instead, the moment Uncle Fu lifted Yin Xiu's arm, an old ape seal hung menacingly toward the bridge of his nose.
Yin Xiu immediately stretched out his other hand, blocked it, and pushed Uncle Fu's hand back.
The two of them walked back and forth, their hands together, like a rotating millstone or a spinning gossip, moving slowly, but flowing with an unstoppable energy.
After a few more hands, Yin Xiu suddenly felt as if a basin of ice water was poured on her head. She felt that the spiritual platform was clear and the pores on her body were stretched and transparent.
Every move and style began to slow down in his eyes, and the moment when every inch of muscle relaxed and gathered was particularly clear.
Unknowingly, his fist intention was approaching perfection and complete, completely different from before.
"Uncle Fu, why do I feel like I'm seeing things slower and slower?" Yin Xiu murmured.
When Uncle Fu heard this, he was a little surprised at first, and then smiled boldly: "Silly boy, that's because you are getting faster and faster."
Finally, after the two men's arms intertwined again, a spark of light burst out from both sides' eyes.
With two muffled groans, Fu Bo and Yin Xiu finally stopped and each took a step back.
Yin Xiu solemnly handed him his hand, "Thank you, Uncle Fu!"
Uncle Fu didn't have the aura of a great master at this time. He just waved his hand casually at him like a fat old man.
"No matter who it is, as long as it's a carrot head fight, I will help you no matter what."
(End of this chapter)