The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 52
After Fang Datong reported to Li Zhizhi about the killing of An Qinglong in Xiaodaohui, and the murderer was most likely Qian Fu, the current owner of the Tiger Martial Art Museum, Li Zhizhi seemed very calm, and once he knew it, he would not pursue it any further. , making Fang Datong a little confused.

In fact, this silence was not only unexpected by Li Zhizhi, but also reasonable. At least if he was Qian Fu, he knew that An Qinglong's time bomb was about to detonate, so he must be killed first.

"It doesn't matter if the matter ends here, no matter what dirty things Qian Fu has, as long as he is still the stern and powerful owner of the Tiger Martial Arts Gym on the surface, and no evidence of flaws is found, then everything will be peaceful."

After being an official for so many years, Li Zhizhi has always been on the political side, and he has realized that stability is the best result of governing a place.

And once the problem of Tiger Martial Arts is found out, the three teachings and nine streams taught by him over the years, as well as the various classes closely related to it, will have varying degrees of influence and cause turmoil.

Among them, the most relevant one is Baiyu Temple, the largest temple in Qingjiang Prefecture, which combines Zen and martial arts. There are not only great virtues with boundless Buddhism, but also divine monks with strong martial arts.

No matter how the outside world looks at it, Tiger Martial Arts was founded by its lay disciples outside, and it is closely related to him, not to mention all prosperity and damage. The reputation will also be damaged, and he will definitely be credited.

Li Zhizhi decided to call it quits. When the case of abduction and trafficking ended in Anqinglong, a man in night clothes and a black mask walked like a tiger, leaping forward and backward, with a step of three meters. After leaving An's house, he walked towards the west of Anyuan City In the north is an independent large martial arts courtyard.

The Tiger Martial Art Museum has been standing for more than 40 years since it was founded by Qian Changming. It is not only because of the well-known signboard of Baiyu Temple, but also because the father and son of the Qian family are good at running it. The reason why the county has a firm foothold.

Facing south, the Tiger Martial Arts Hall is divided into three courtyards, front, middle and back, occupying an area of ​​one kilometer in radius, with red bricks and green tiles, and raised cornices. Like a crawling giant tiger, mighty and majestic, rushing toward the face.

And Tiger Martial Arts has been operating for so many years, and has also explored its own set of models, which is similar to Jianghu sects, but there are differences.

There are two modes of recruiting apprentices in the martial arts hall. One is to collect money to teach skills, and teach rough martial arts for strengthening the body. At most, there are one or two hands of Fuhuquan.

This kind is that no matter what your identity is or what your origin is, giving money for advice is the main source of income for the martial arts school, and it is also the fastest way for many people who want to get a first-hand or two of martial arts.

[-]% of the disciples taught in this way joined various gangs and became members of the underworld, and the remaining [-]% were working on their own.

The second model is to pass on the disciples personally, including Qian Fu, Jia Kui, and Qian Changming's other three disciples, all of whom have completely inherited Fuhuquan except for the method of internal training. Two disciples returned home after learning. In my hometown, I opened a similar martial arts gym.

The status of a direct disciple is also much higher than that of ordinary disciples who use money to learn art. It is similar to an adopted one and a biological one, and there must be a difference in treatment.

Pulling off the black mask, Qian Fu was dressed in black, his fists were trembling slightly hanging on his sides, walking like a tiger, he walked into the gate of the martial arts hall happily under the awe-inspiring eyes of the two ordinary disciples who were guarding the gate, although at this time his The meridians vibrated and the lungs were injured.

Passing through the place where the disciples gathered in the front yard and the middle yard, he came to the backyard where the family lived, opened his room, and lit the oil lamp. Qian Fu just tore off the camouflage he had just been outside, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and his face was pale.

"Fang Datong, an old ghost, didn't expect to be so powerful. This time he really miscalculated."

Staggering to the round table exuding a faint woody fragrance and sitting down, Qian Fu's eyes flickered with a strange light, without hatred, loss, or even a hint of panic, even though he knew that his identity might have been discovered by Fang Datong.

It was a last resort to go to An's family to silence him tonight, because he also frequently mobilized the police from the government during the day, and only then did he find out about Mr. Lan Da's only son being abducted, and because of this, he knew that An Qinglong might not be reliable. With a ruthless heart, she sneaked into An's house at night to wipe out the grass and roots, erasing the traces of her own existence.

As for the sneak attack on Fang Datong, he did it on the spur of the moment. He wanted to try the old ghost's martial arts, and he also wanted to kill him by the way. Unfortunately, the result was not as he wanted. Not only could he not kill Fang Datong, but he was injured instead. , I'm afraid he will still be planted in An's house.

"There is another hidden danger, that is, Jia Kui from Anjiazhuang in Weicun Village. It would be better if he escaped. If he is caught, I hope he is smart enough, otherwise he will have to abandon the pawn to protect the car."

As long as Jia Kui refuses to admit that he and Xiaodao have human trafficking connections, Qian Fu can use his own connections to fish him out, and he can find any excuses, such as taking money from An Qinglong to train him in the Xiaodao Society. For example, Jia Kui only has friendship with a certain member of the Knife Club, and went to visit to contact people, etc. In short, it has nothing to do with human trafficking.

In this era, there are no law enforcement recorders, and there are no various video recordings. It is not too easy to take advantage of the loopholes of the king's law. Of course, the premise is that you are facing the government, not the gods.

After resting for a while and recuperating his fortune, Qian Fu felt much more comfortable. He changed into clean clothes, went to the firewood room in the backyard, made a bowl of medicinal soup, and carefully brought it to the largest room in the yard.

Although the room is large, the layout is simple and there are few decorations. There is only a lifelike portrait of a tiger in the front of the south, which adds a touch of vitality to the room.

What made people frown even more was that there was always an unpleasant smell of medicine in the room, which made people very uncomfortable, but Qian Fu's expression remained the same, obviously he was used to it.

On the north side near the wall, Qian Changming was lying quietly on one side. The temperature was not too cold, but covered with a thick quilt, he looked very old and haggard in the dim light.

Qian Fu stood in front of Qian Changming with a medicine bowl in his hand, and looked at his father carefully. His nose was slightly sore, and his eyes were also desolate and weak. This was the father he admired and admired the most when he was a child. He was heroic and chivalrous. He helped those in need, but now he was so sick that he couldn't even get out of bed.

It would be fine if it was just normal aging, but his father is only 60 years old this year, but he looks like [-], with a haggard face, everything is the sin of the damn Baiyu Temple and the same damn Tiger Fist.

Thinking of this, Qian Fu's originally gentle expression turned ferocious, and even the trace of guilt that Wei Wei had had disappeared without a trace when he started killing tonight.

"The so-called Buddhist compassion, saving suffering and suffering, is just false compassion, even one's own lay disciples are not saved, hey, then you can only rely on yourself.

It's just killing people, it's just being a transit machine, everything is worth it, as long as you continue to work, sooner or later you will accumulate enough credit to help your father regain a healthy body. "

Thinking of what happened to him when he traveled abroad, Qian Fu hated Baiyu Temple even more. Although he didn't like the big power that accepted him, he was willing to do things for it, just because he gave himself the hope of health and could give him the hope of restoring his father's blood. Methods.

Leaning slightly, he patted the quilt on Qian Changming's chest, woke up his cloudy-eyed father, and said softly, "Father, it's time to get up and take the medicine."

(End of this chapter)