Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 225 Beating someone is like hanging a painting

Seeing that Ma Ji wanted to take action, Liu Qing was reluctant and refused in every possible way.

But Ma Ji persuaded his mother to be merciful, and he went out with shopkeeper Qian, followed by Ruomei who wanted to watch the excitement and Ruoxue who was forcibly dragged to keep her company. .

At this moment, the rain outside had stopped, and the four of them walked all the way to the outside of the tall restaurant with the guise of "guests coming like clouds".

From a distance, Ma Ji saw many people gathered on three levels outside the restaurant. Everyone stretched their necks to look in from the door.

Seeing that his way forward was blocked, he immediately raised his palms and inserted them into the wall of people in front of him. With only a slight movement, the people immediately separated to both sides involuntarily.

Ma Ji took shopkeeper Qian, Ruoxue, and Ruomei and walked inside. At the door of the restaurant, a waiter who was looking out of the wall saw them. He came forward overjoyed and greeted Ma Ji respectfully. He saluted Ma Ji respectfully and called out to Ma Ji. : "Master!"

Ma Ji waved his hand casually and asked, "Is that person still inside?"

The waiter replied angrily: "Not only are we here, but we also ordered a table of top-notch tables to eat and drink happily!"

Ma Ji nodded and looked up at the "Yun Lai Ju" sign hanging above the main entrance of the restaurant, which was still his own handwriting. A sneer appeared on his handsome face: "This man really thinks he can ask for anything from us. It's too much." Arrogant. Today I must teach him that no matter what kind of extravagant person he is, when he comes to the ground of Qiantang, he will be coiled with a dragon's beard or a tiger with beard lying down!"

Ma Ji raised his chest and raised his head with an air of dignity: "This is Ma Ji, whose nickname is Dragon Matchmaker. He also learned some Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu from my father when he was young. I expect it will be enough to get rid of some unpopular little characters."

Ma Ji stood at the door and glanced around. In an instant, he saw a big man with broad shoulders and a thick back facing the door, occupying a table with his back to the door, and was feasting on the table full of wine and meat.

Ma Ji and two little maids walked around to the opposite side of the table occupied by the big man and sat down. He said loudly: "'Black Tiger' Yang Wei, how about I come down and give you the explanation you want?"

Yang Wei's face turned serious, and he looked at Ma Ji again. With his right hand, he quietly held a 24-pound water-milled bamboo steel whip leaning on the edge of the table: "Are you Ma Yao's son?"

Shopkeeper Qian was confused, but he didn't ask why. He took the waiter to the counter next to him and directed him to move the Taishi chair he was used to sitting on and go out.

After that, he walked into the door of the restaurant with his head held high.

Because of the commotion just now, the large hall on the first floor of the restaurant was empty at the moment. The guests must have hid outside the door for fear of being in trouble. Most of them were probably among the crowd outside, waiting to see the excitement.

Shopkeeper Qian and the guy were one step behind.

Behind Ma Ji, Ruomei poked her little head out, curled her lips and sneered: "I thought you were really a bold and brave man. It turns out that you only dared to come to 'Yunlaiju' to cause trouble because you knew that our master was out for something. But today happens to be the time when our young master returns home." Home, you just hit the iron plate!"

Ruomei, who was full of excitement, dragged Ruoxue, who was a little trembling, and followed him step by step.

His words were not shouted hoarsely, but the deep and rich voice echoed in the empty hall and stopped for a moment.

The big man raised his head and revealed a fierce black face. He rolled his two strange eyes like bells and looked at Ma Ji up and down. He smiled strangely and said, "Apart from Ma Yao, are there no heroes in Qiantang County?" Let such a rotten and rotten scholar support Master Yang!"

He paused for a moment to sit and think, then turned to shopkeeper Qian and whispered a few instructions.

"That's the best!"

Yang Wei stood up with a ferocious smile, slowly raised the steel whip in his right hand,

"Master Yang only heard that Ma Yao acquired martial arts skills in the military school. After returning to Hangzhou, he used a long sword to suppress Qiantang County. He became famous in the world, but he didn't know how much he weighed, so he came here to weigh in. Measure one or two. Since I can’t see him today, I’ll show him how you look!”

"Slow down!" Ma Ji smiled and waved his hand to stop Yang Wei who was about to take action. "You and I are just fighting each other with fists, feet and weapons. It's really meaningless and a little too vulgar." Yang Wei was stunned and asked: "Yes What do you think is good?"

Ma Ji first raised the index finger of his right hand, then pointed to the door, and then put his hands behind his back: "I don't need my hands, I just look at you and let you sit on that chair. If you don't sit upright enough, there will be no way in this restaurant." How about the money being freely available to you?"

Yang Wei followed his hand and looked towards the direction, and saw that a shiny Taishi chair had been placed smoothly against the wall across the street.

He immediately flew into a rage, his dark face suddenly showed some purple, and his mouth roared like thunder: "You dare to amuse Master Yang, you will die!"

As he shouted, he threw the table in front of him with his left hand, and with his right hand he raised the steel whip and struck it hard on Ma Ji's head. The shadow of the whip faintly enveloped a few feet in radius, making it impossible to dodge. The whip body carried the sound of rumbling wind and thunder, cracking the stone and opening the monument. Power.

This whip has a name, called "The King of the Mountains", and it is the most domineering among the "Three Tiger Styles" of his box-pressing skills.

When he saw the heavy steel whip whizzing down towards his head, Ma Ji felt completely at ease.

As the saying goes: "A connoisseur will know if something is there as soon as he reaches out his hand."

Before he came, he had already speculated that someone could do such low-level things as door-to-door extortion, and he shouldn't be a luxury person.

At this moment, he saw that the force of the whip was indeed fierce, and the moves were exquisite, but the level of cultivation was not far from what he had expected. It was just the "skin refining" level of the ninth level of martial arts.

At that time, Ma Ji calmly sat down in his original position, as quiet as a virgin.

When the steel whip was halfway down, the opponent used enough strength and old moves, and had no energy left to withdraw the whip and change the move. His feet suddenly exerted force to support the ground, and his body moved forward as fast as a rabbit, and he grabbed it with just a flash. Entering Yang Wei's arms, he first used his left shoulder to hold the opponent's whip-wielding right arm, then turned slightly sideways and hit the opponent's chest with his right shoulder, shouting in a low voice: "Go!"

His shoulders may seem like a simple collision, but in fact, it hides the profound essence of offensive and defensive changes in martial arts, which is exactly the mystery of the "mountain change" in the "Huntian Fighting Victory Method".

With Ma Ji's physical strength at the peak of the sixth level "Bone Forging", this collision would break a tree as thick as a human body.

Yang Wei's huge body flew out like a cloud and mist, flew over the restaurant hall, passed through the restaurant door, and crossed the street. His back hit the wall of the opposite building heavily, and it was fixed on the wall for a moment like a picture, and then It just slid down against the wall and landed on the chair below. Sure enough, I was sitting peacefully and upright.

After being hit by the force of the collision, all the joints in his body were shaken loose, and his whole body was soft and weak. He could not hold the steel whip with his five fingers, and let it fall to the ground with a clang.

This is because Ma Ji didn't want to kill anyone in broad daylight. The collision that contained the power of the mountain used the word "push" instead of the word "shock". Otherwise, Yang Wei's chest bones would not be intact. " "Black Tiger" has long since become a dead tiger.

"it is good!"

It sounds lengthy, but actually the confrontation between the two sides lasted only a split second.

For the onlookers all over the street, it was so fast that they felt their eyes blurred, and the winner was already decided between the two sides. After being stunned for a moment, they all burst into cheers as if they were waking up from a dream.

Ma Ji walked out of the door with a smile on his face. He first calmly bowed his hands and bowed to all around him. Then he came to Yang Wei, who was still slumped in the chair and unable to get up. He spread his palms to the side and caught the one ingot and ten taels sent by shopkeeper Qian. His feet were covered with silver. He turned his hand and stuffed it into Yang Wei's arms. Then he patted his chest lightly through the ingot of silver and said with a smile:

"Whether you are seeking wealth or fame, this Sutra is limited to this time. If there is another time, I will save it for you - don't say I didn't predict it!"

Seeing the deep eyes without a trace of smile on his smiling face, Yang Wei felt a chill in his heart and sighed feebly: "That's all, I didn't expect Ma Yao to have such a ruthless son. Yang admits defeat! "

(End of this chapter)