martial arts explosion

Chapter 56 　
"Nanxing Martial Art Museum, Du Yunqiang, here to see off Mr. Cui, the master of Xingyiquan, for his last journey."

Cui Shanying frowned, the people from the south are here!

Uncle Six's voice sounded: "Nan Province Martial Art Museum, Du Yunqiang, come to see Mr. Cui for his last journey. The Cui family opens the door to welcome you."

The Southern Province Martial Art Museum represents the Southern Fist. When the five tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River and the Northern Fist was passed to the south, the martial arts world was not harmonious. The northern sect went to the south, but the Southern Fist did not come over. It has been a hundred years in a flash.In recent years, Wing Chun, a small southern style of boxing, has been carried forward by a generation of master Ye Daxia, and it can be regarded as a representative of southern boxing and northern boxing.

But the grievances and grievances of the martial arts are unclear.

This time, Du Yunqiang came to the door late at night on behalf of the Southern Province Martial Arts Museum, which would not be a good thing.

"Please!"

Cui Shanying stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, and asked, "Master Du came at night, did he want to use the old man's mourning hall to spread his name to the north, or did he just want to settle the grudge?"

Du Yunqiang looked at Cui Shanying and said, "You are Cui Shanying? The successor of the old man?"

"Correct!"

"Okay, the old man had the final say on this matter, but I didn't expect that the old man left early and I came late. Since you are taking over from the old man, I will tell you." Du Yunqiang said in a deep voice.

Cui Shanying nodded: "Let's talk!"

"Back then, Mr. Cui went south and defeated 30 martial arts gyms in a row. He became famous and made an agreement with [-] martial arts gyms. He would come to ask him to ask for good apprentices in the future when he taught good apprentices. In [-] years, people from [-] martial arts gyms , Ask me to ask, if the words of the year still count!"

Mr. Cui's reputation in the martial arts is resounding, and he earned it by himself. I went to the south 30 years ago and stayed for three years before returning.

"Forget it!" Cui Shanying agreed without thinking about it.The old man's reputation has been given to him, so he can decide this matter.

Du Yunqiang nodded and said, "Okay, since it counts, then I didn't come in vain. On the seventh day of February next year, and the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, thirteen boxing gyms in the south will hold a banquet in the Golden Building. Cui family members are welcome to come!"

Cui Shanying looked at the other party, cupped his fists and said, "Shanying will definitely come!"

"it is good!"

Du Yunqiang turned around and burned incense for the old man, then turned and left.He came this time to spread the word, why he didn't come to the door during the day, he had to listen to the words.

Tonight, there were only three people who were enmity. Du Yunqiang was one of them.

No one has come here again for their grievances. This is the last night of the seven days, and those who want it are already here.

It wasn't until midnight that the second person came!

"I'll get my name!" The other party came in, without even mentioning the name, and typed as soon as he came up.

Cui Shanying was also not polite, he punched hard, closed his shoulders and crotch, and shot mercilessly, the two made three moves, Cui Shanying got kicked and broke the opponent's leg.

The other party gritted his teeth without saying a word, and was helped away.

Cui Shanying sat on the chair, squinting his eyes, it was still early outside, and there was another person missing tonight, who knows, that person just now was a master, almost killed him with one kick, and the victory was a narrow victory.

Until the middle of the night!
A row of luxury off-road vehicles stopped at the gate of Cui's mansion, and fourteen men of different skin colors got out of the car in black suits and sunglasses.

It was a black man who walked into Cui's old house.

"Our boss asked me to greet Master Cui!"

The black man was tall, and after saying this, he raised his leg and whipped Cui Shanying's face. It was fast and ruthless, not a domestic style, but more of a western style of fighting and Brazilian war dance.

Cui Shanying dodged, but the opponent was very fast. When he raised his hand to parry, there were dark ninjas on his shoes, which cut his clothes and scratched his arm. The wound was not deep.

The other party jumped and laughed and said: "Oriental Kungfu, NO, it won't work!"

Cui Shanying smiled, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at the other party, signaling the other party to come forward.He came, and as soon as he moved, Cui Shanying's body dived down, and he jumped up in the shape of a dragon. With all his strength, he slashed out with his entire shoulder and elbow, with such force that he jumped out of the mourning hall. The black man It even flew more than ten meters away, rolled a few times on the ground, climbed down with support, and lay there again without moving.

"Hitting you in the shape of a dragon is considered a big talent and a small use. Take the person away and tell your boss that we are done with this grudge. No matter who it is, it will be liquidated in the future."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards his own house.The outside affairs are naturally taken care of by the Cui family. The mourning hall is set up for seven days.

After closing the door, Cui Shanying vomited blood. Just now, the dragon shape was injured, and the wound was affected, and he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

No matter how powerful kung fu is, it is also practiced by humans. Cui Shanying's kung fu is profound, but he doesn't have three heads and six arms.

If he fights with Du Yunqiang today, plus the black man who came later, he must get down.

"Shan Ying!" Sun Rui, who followed in, screamed.

Cui Shanying closed his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "For the funeral during the day, wake me up!" After speaking, she passed out.

Cui Sanjie, Sixth Uncle, Sun Guodong and the others all came. Sun Guodong took Cui Shanying's pulse and said, "It's all right. For the next few months, let him do as little as possible."

The words made everyone in the room breathe a sigh of relief, Cui Shanying was able to resist, and in the future, in the martial arts, he will have the part to speak.

"Shanying said that when the old man goes to the funeral, he must be woken up no matter what!" Sun Rui whispered with red eyes.

Cui Sanjie said: "Come on, this kid is more concerned about the old man than we are. If he is not allowed to get up to see the old man for the last time, he will remember this lump in his heart forever."

When the old man was buried, there were hundreds of people from his disciples and grandchildren, relatives and friends seeing him off, and there was a long queue.

Cui Shanying helped the spirit himself and walked in the front.

Until the burial, I didn't say a word, I didn't shed a tear.

After the old man was buried, Cui Shanying only felt dizzy for a while, and lost consciousness when he looked up, and didn't know why he came back.

When I opened my eyes, it was already three days later.

Those who were due to leave had already left, the mourning hall was also demolished, and the old Cui family's house had returned to its original calm, but the blank paper on the door proved that someone had passed away, and another great master was missing in the martial arts world.

"Shanying is awake!" Sun Rui cried out joyfully watching Cui Shanying open his eyes.

"Eagle!" Cui Shan's Eagle Lady, Zhang Yanru, came over, and asked with a distressed expression, "Son, what's wrong with you?"

Cui Shanying looked at his mother, grinned at his chapped lips, smiled and said, "There is nothing uncomfortable, just a little hungry."

"Wait, I'll get you a bowl of porridge."

Sun Rui said: "Auntie, sit down, I'll go."

Zhang Yanru saw that Sun Rui was gone, so she didn't move. Holding Cui Shanying's hand, she sighed and said, "Son, don't feel bad. The old man is not sick, but his birthday is over. The old man is eighty-two this year. He was competitive when he was young." , I hurt my blood, I didn’t feel it two days before I left, and the night before, I said no, I just couldn’t do it, and I just waited for you to come back. It’s too urgent, no one thought of it!"

Cui Shanying made a 'huh' sound.

(End of this chapter)