I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 30 Miss Gong Er
In 1936 AD, winter just entered.

It was still a snowy day, and the knife-like cold wind swept southward from the four eastern provinces like cutting bones and flesh, making everything panic.

When the wind and snow arrived in Tianjinwei, "huhu" roared and blew into the neck of the person, so as to take away the remaining heat.

In such a bad weather, there are still peddlers on the street who are shouting with trembling voices, tattered jackets, and occasionally a small business negotiated, barely able to survive this severe winter.

And the pedestrians passing by in a hurry on the road all shrank their heads into their collars, pouted their buttocks, and leaned over, just like a quail.

It snowed heavily all day and all night.

The snow stops and the sky is clear. Looking down from the sky, the mountains dance with silver snakes, the original wax statues, and a vast expanse of white land.

In Weinan City, Tianjin, a donkey cart slowly drove out of the city gate, the cold wind was blowing on the face, the driver was wrapped in a dog fur hat, and his nose was running from the cold.

And the ones piled up on the car were not just people who had been frozen into lumps of ice, naked with a half-smile expression, curled up all over in bruises, like long coiled worms.

Fate is impermanent, and the world is difficult.

Miss Gong Er stood on the side of the road watching the donkey cart go away, and sighed slightly.

At the age of 19, she just entered Nankai this year, studying Western medicine.

She is not really interested in Western medicine.

She walked towards the secluded woods where she practiced martial arts as usual, but today she was obviously very absent-minded and preoccupied.

Suddenly, she stopped and turned to look at the dilapidated temple on the side of the road.

She looked around again, and although it was covered by heavy snow, she could still see that this was the place she passed by every day.

"Since when is there a temple here?"

Just as she was about to leave, she stopped and walked in like a ghost.

Jiajing waited and waited, and finally, a graceful figure appeared in front of the temple gate.

At the beginning of the [-]th century, female students dressed in delicate and graceful appearances, with exquisite facial features and light makeup, but in their seemingly soft and weak bodies, there was actually an explosive power hidden.

Jiajing can be regarded as a second-rate master in the world of martial arts, and his knowledge is unparalleled, and he can see the girl's background at a glance.

She is like a plum in bud in the wind and snow, the moment it blooms, the cold fragrance rages; it is also like a peerless sword, hidden in the black iron scabbard, and the moment it is unsheathed, it shows its sharpness.

Gong Er walked around the ruined temple and saw that it was just a ruined temple that no one was managing. Although he was very puzzled, he still turned around and wanted to leave.

[You seem to have something on your mind? 】

Immediately, the girl's footsteps spun like flowers, and the palms of her hands were like knives, like a kitten that stepped on its tail, blowing its fur.

[I am Emperor Longevity. 】

Gong Er squinted at the clay statue of the emperor: "Pretending to be a ghost..."

[Baguazhang, external kung fu. 】

"what?!"

The girl realized that it was not a sound at all, but a message that directly appeared in her mind, and she froze on the spot for a moment.

[I have a palm technique, would you like to learn it? 】

"Who are you?"

[Meeting is fate, pass it on to you! 】

The "Iron Palm" of the Iron Palm gang was stuffed into the girl's mind. Originally, he was going to pass on the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", but learning how to subdue a dragon requires a lot of understanding, and Iron Palm's cultivation is not easy. several grades.

"Iron Palm?"

"Which school of martial arts is this?"

"Similar to iron sand palm horizontal training?"

Gong Er was regarded as the apple of the eye by his father and uncles since he was a child. He watched his father fight with others since he was a child. "What I heard most was the sound of broken bones." The stubbornness and toughness of "can only advance, not retreat".

Wei Wei thought for a while, and found that this martial art is quite delicate, so he put on airs and practiced tentatively.

After this practice, I got lost in it, and before I knew it, it was noon.

"Snapped!"

"Crack...crack...crack..."

If you don't use force, it's like floating clouds floating with the wind, dancing lightly; when you use force, it's like a meteor falling to the ground, and the stroke is heavy.

Swinging arms and legs, kicking legs and bouncing off the body, all made crisp exploding sounds, like a broken bamboo.

"My Ming Jin has completely reached the upper level of kung fu."

"how can that be?"

Gong Er looked at her palms dumbly, she was a woman with slender bones, and her strength could not be compared with men.

Ming Jin, she can do it, but she can't make a crisp sound of Ming Jin with every punch and kick.

But now, all of this is a matter of course, and after several hours of "iron palm" practice, he has initially strengthened his muscles and bones.

This is also the "continuous connection" in the boxing scriptures.

Reaching this level is considered to have entered the peak of Ming Jin.

Every punch and kick has a thousand catties of strength, and every hit, the lightest one is a broken tendon and bone.

Gong Er looked up at the mud-bodied emperor's statue, his eyes were full of excitement.

【Gong Ruomei: True Believer】

[Faith value: 1666]

In an instant, the belief value increased explosively.

'The little girl really is a good strategy! '

Jiajing clenched his fist hard, excited uncontrollably, and began to flip through Gong Ruomei's memories.

"Father, Gong Baosen... senior brother, Ma San..."

'The 25th year of the Republic of China...'

'This is the world of "The Grandmaster"! '

In the world of martial arts, Jiajing doesn't dislike him at all, he doesn't care about martial arts, and his innate skills are only second-rate!
This modern age means that you can get knowledge that is hundreds of years ahead!
Does Ming Dynasty lack martial arts skills now?What Daming lacks now is food and weapons!

'Gong Er, you are mine now! '

Emperor Wanshou looked down at the heroic girl in front of him, and passed on another secret book.

This time it was my natal exercise "Xiantian Gong".

He has practiced this inner strength method for more than half a year, and has reached the second-rate state, which is suitable for teaching.

Soon, the sky darkened.

Gong Er was hungry, and after bowing to the emperor's statue three times, he walked out of the temple gate.

The next day, just after dawn, Gong Er came again.

In addition to practicing, she confides her little daughter's thoughts to the emperor.

"He proposed to my family..."

"Father got me engaged."

"He is my classmate, he has a prominent family background, and he can sing opera..."

"It's said that this is a good marriage, but I actually don't refuse it, it's just... I'm not very moved..."

"Dijun, what should I do? Parents' order, matchmaker's words..."

[Take the path you want to go, one "Iron Palm Kungfu" and one "Innate Kung Fu", as long as you give you time, where in this world can't you go? ! 】

【Women can also hold up half the sky...】

【Gong family, you are the only heir...】

yes!I have only one daughter in the Gong family.

Gong Er made up her mind, but she said no, even the nine cows could not be brought back.

On the third day, Gong Er came again. Last night, she had a big fight with her father, Gong Baosen, which was very unpleasant.

But when she came to Dijun Temple and looked at Dijun's face, her faith value shot up again.

unstoppable!
【Gong Ruomei: Devout believer】

[Faith value: 13333]

How wonderful this believer is!Compared with her, Wang Chongyang was like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard.

Faith value increases quickly, looks beautiful, love it!

And just when Jiajing instructed Gong Er to practice "Innate Skills", an old man came to the temple.

The old man wore a melon cap, a black mandarin jacket, and a black satin robe. He was all in black, with a thin body, sharp cheeks, and wrinkles of different shades on his face. Whether there is or is not, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.

(End of this chapter)