Chapter 88 There is a way in heaven, you don't go

Gao Qiru is an authentic "Nanquan" master, and he is also employed by the Lin family, who is in power all over the world. He is famous both in public and private. Even in the martial arts circle of the capital where the "crouching tiger, hidden dragon" masters are gathered, he is a "luxury figure". Therefore, Gao Qiru's "White Crane Hall" is also one of the eight most famous martial arts halls on the ground of the capital, specializing in teaching "White Crane Yongchun" in Nanquan.

"White Crane Hall" is a six-story old-fashioned building, which is far smaller than Lei Ting's 49-storey Blue Bird Building. However, this White Crane Hall is located in the second ring of the capital with an inch of gold, and it is a single courtyard. There is a circle of green bricks and high walls outside, green trees inside, vines stretching, and the floor area is also It's not small. If you really want to calculate the value, I'm afraid it's also a "sky price".

The boundary of the capital, especially within the Second Ring Road, is the real "foot of the emperor" in the past, which is the core of the whole city and the heart of a country's capital. If you want to get a real estate here, you can buy it not only with "money", but also "things" with money and unexpected things.

Gao Qiru's ability to open the martial arts school here is obviously the result of the operation of the Lin family behind him.

Entering the city from the eight major places in Xishan. When I came here, more than an hour had passed. As soon as the car stopped, Wang Chan went straight into the gate of the White Crane Hall.

As soon as I entered it, the scenery in front of me changed.

This white crane hall, in addition to a six-story building in the middle, the whole site was built by imitating the garden pattern of the southern water township. It seemed to suddenly come from the bustling metropolis to the countryside with small bridges and flowing water.

The eyes are full of pleasant green, and a small river in the middle flows through it. There are bridges, stone bridges, wooden bridges and bamboo bridges on the river. There are trees, flowers and grass next to it. Under the shade of green trees is a flat ground paved with green bricks.

Large and small stone locks, water tanks, wooden stakes were randomly placed on the site, and seven or eight scattered sandbags were hung on several trees. In addition, several wooden piles wrapped with strong hemp ropes were also stood, and three or two red lacquer weapon shelves, on which several four or five meters long poles were inserted, and copper wrappers. The eyebrow stick.

The layout of this hall is very casual. There is no modern appearance in the middle of the city. At a glance, there are not many people. There are only seven or eight young people standing under a tall ginkgo tree not far away, wearing white T-shirts and cloth shoes and lantern trousers. The legs stand like a golden chicken. One foot is raised, the two arms are stretched out from side to right, the hands are naturally drooping, the five fingers are stretched, the arms are vibrating, and the chest and abdomen are also folded together.

With each ups and downs of breath, their flat arms and five fingers shake slightly.

These seven or eight young people have done a good job in kung fu. They are standing upright, their arms are trembling, and the rhythm is clear, but the lower plate is stable. Obviously, he has put all his kung fu on his body, and he looks like he has some foundation.

Wang Chan saw that their arms were spread out, their fingers were shaking, and they were swinging forward and backward, as if they were spreading a pair of wings behind their backs. He knew that this was the "white crane pile" in the practice of Yongchun white crane, also known as "white crane bright wings".

Stand on the ground with one foot to exercise balance, supplemented by the palms of the arms, breathing and swallowing to drum the breath, heart and lungs. Over time, standing on the top of three years, you can practice the "silience" in the white crane in the spring. The inner section is like iron, the outer section is like cotton, and the tail section is like mud, with a rigid and soft style.

Next to these young people, there are still two middle-aged figures standing at this time, both dressed in practice clothes, which seems to be very experienced.

With a flash of Wang Chan's eyes, he saw clearly that the appearance of these two middle-aged people had a military style, just like the assassin who had just been beaten to death by himself. It is estimated that they are also "senior hitters" cultivated by Gao Qiru for the Lin family. The temples of these two people are bulging high, their eyes are as bright as electricity, and the skeletal muscles all over the body are streamlined, which seems to be undeveloped, but as long as the discerning people look at it, they can see how powerful the explosive power contained in their muscles is.

One of them is described as more fierce. A scar almost extends from the top of the head to the neck, more than half a circle around the head, the flesh color is bright red, and there are dense needle and thread marks on both sides. At first glance, it looks like a large centipede crawling on his head more than a foot long.

"These people should be the elite soldiers pulled out of the army by the Lin family for personal gain by the Lin family, and then handed them to Gao Qiru, a boxing master, for training, to teach Baihe Yongchun boxing practice. With the system of these people and the guidance of famous teachers, in three or five years, any one of them will not be an ordinary boxing master. Especially the iron-blooded style of soldiers, they are obedient and will not betray. I'm afraid that the killer just now was also cultivated in this way.

Wang Chan's heart was murderous, but his face became more and more flat. Along the way, he also saw something from these two people. He knew that the Lin family had several generations of achievements and power since the founding of the Taizu, and the power was unimaginable. Now he has also learned from the ancient princes and raised "armed soldiers and dead soldiers" in private. I'm afraid that my mind has not been pure for a long time.

At this time, several people in the martial arts arena had already found Wang Chan. Seeing him walking straight, his face was a little strange.

"The meaning and shape follow each other, the inner and outer unity, the strength and softness are the same, and the opposite is born! Don't be distracted, or you will practice 'Fingma' for two hours later.

Although the White Crane Guild Hall is usually open to the public, since it is a commune, I know that everyone will not accept this place. Unlike ordinary martial arts halls, as long as they pay, they will not refuse to come, and there are good and bad. In addition to the people sent by the Lin family for training, almost all the disciples recruited outside have some heavy personal introductions of martial arts peers, and the number is not too large.

So the young people who stood on the white crane pile, as soon as they saw Wang Chanxin's rein "break in", they only said that which eyeless guy came to learn from the teacher. His heart was full of gloating and watching the hustle and bustle, he couldn't help but look at it and confused.

immediately aroused a stern lesson from the fierce-looking middle-aged man next to him. However, his shouting voice reached Wang Chan's ears, but he only felt that no matter whether he stood and spoke, he was really full of a tough style of military orders. I was more sure of my original idea in my heart.

"These people are really from the army..."

"Ask this master, where is Master Gao Qiru?" Although he made up his mind to kill people, Wang Chan was not a "killer" who killed at sight. Moreover, the White Crane Hall is located in the core area of the capital, and there are also some state organs and units in the neighbors. In broad daylight, he really wants to gushed blood. If he rush in, it is a "killing". I'm afraid he won't wait for Wang Chan to find Lin. In the distance and Gao Qiru, someone will call the police, and a large number of armed police will come when they hear the sound.

The surname has completely changed. Therefore, Wang Chan still patiently pretended to admire the name and came to ask the two middle-aged people in front of him.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for my master? His face was full of fierceness and a bad face. As soon as he heard Wang Chan ask where Gao Qiru was, the face of this fierce middle-aged man suddenly changed, and even the scar on his face on his head seemed to be alive. He twisted, and his color was dark red. He stared at Wang Chan fiercely and looked up and down.

"You are also a person with kung fu. Why do you come to our White Crane Club? My master takes apprentices and never takes art throwers. If you want to learn boxing, you can go to other restaurants. If not, you will come to the museum with intention!!"

"You sign up your name first..." The fierce man, with two eyes and a fierce light, stared at Wang Chan and asked again.

After this, the atmosphere in the field suddenly changed again. When the young people standing next to them heard the words, they all put down their shelves, rubbed their hands, and looked at Wang Chan coldly.

Since ancient times, there has been no first martial arts and no second. People who practice boxing and martial arts are full of vitality, especially those martial arts schools that open and teach apprentices. Standing in the open place, it is easier to provoke trouble. Every time there are people who come to challenge and kick the hall for fame or for profit.

Even if he is a big boxer like Gao Qiru, he is not a local person in the capital and has been excluded a lot. When he just set up his name, many people came to challenge in the name of martial arts friends, which really caused a lot of trouble. If it hadn't been for Lin Yuanfang's support behind his back, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to gain a foothold in the capital so easily.

Therefore, the people of the White Crane Hall are "deeply disgusted" about kicking the hall!

He stretched out his hand and waved his hand gently. Wang Chan didn't care. "I didn't mean that. I came here to send a letter to Master Gao Qiru. I don't know if he has an apprentice named Gao Ming. He had a car accident in Xishan and asked me to bring a letter to Master Gao."

Wang Chan's boxing martial arts have been practiced both internally and externally, reaching the peak, with restrained spirit, blending yin and yang, and practicing the internal organs. If it hadn't been for the martial arts master like Yue Po, it would have been difficult for the general master to see the signs of his practice of boxing in him.

But Wang Chan is now full of murderous intentions and awe-inspiring manners. Although he looks like ordinary people and can't see anything abnormal, the air he killed can't hide the two middle-aged men opposite who have also experienced the test of blood and fire. That's why I suddenly decided that Wang Chan had kung fu.

Ordinary people who have no kung fu on their bodies will not have such a fierce spirit as him.

This is not about personal vision, but a kind of mysterious feeling between the same kind and the same kind, which comes from the heart. It's like a person who kills dogs and sells dog meat all year round. He kills a lot of dogs. As long as he stands forward, even if his face is full of smiles, no matter how fierce the dog is, he will turn around and run away with his tail when he sees this man.

Of course, this is also because Wang Chan's boxing martial arts have not been practiced to the highest level of Baoyuan Jiedan. Otherwise, he will change the blood to wash the marrow and form the inner elixir. After the boxing reaches the innate realm, all the breath on his body will naturally converge and return to the truth. If he is not willing, no matter how strong it is, no matter how strong, Outsiders can't feel a trace.

"Gao Ming had a car accident? He has a phone on him. Why didn't he call him by himself? Looking at each other, the fierce man's tone slowed down slightly, but his eyes suddenly stared at a few drops of blood under Wang Chan's trousers, and his eyes looked uncertain.

But before, when Wang Chan stepped on the assassin killer, he was accidentally stained on the leg of his trousers by the blood he sprayed before he died, emitting a little bloody smell. Only then did the two middle-aged people in front of him find something wrong.

No wonder he looked so bad at the beginning. With a hostile face!!!

"I don't know what army these two came from. Obviously, they are used to the bloody master, otherwise how could they be so **!!" Wang Chan couldn't help but be secretly surprised and was a little curious about the origin of these two people.

"Excuse me, who are you?" He frowned slightly, but it was not easy to "break" on the spot. Wang Chan immediately asked rhetorical.

"I'm his younger brother. Why don't you explain it to me first? Who are you? In addition, where is Gao Ming now? The fierce man stood in front of Wang Chan, twisted his neck, and suddenly clicked his neck. Obviously, he didn't believe Wang Chan's words.

"My master has something to do now. He can't disturb ordinary things, but Brother Gao Ming is his distant nephew. If there is really a car accident, it's a big deal..." The fierce man threatened, but at this time, another middle-aged man next to him softened his tone, but his words still came to his ears, not so fierce.

Two people, one with a white face and the other with a red face.

"Are you suspecting that I'm lying?" Wang Chan's face changed, and he was suddenly a little impatient. He was about to turn around and simply kill all the way in, but he saw the six-story building in the distance. He didn't know how many rooms there were. Who knew where Lin Yuanfang was hiding at this time.

He shocked the snake, but gave him time to prepare! If you run under your own eyes, it will be a joke.

At present, he also snorted coldly, "Since you don't believe me, just pretend that I didn't come. What does that man's life or death have to do with me?" Wang Chan turned his head and pretended to leave, and he heard a shout from behind his back.

"Wait. If you don't make it clear, how dare you leave? Where is our White Crane Hall? Come as soon as you say, and leave as soon as you say!" Seeing that Wang Chan was about to leave, the middle-aged man with a fierce face suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Chan's shoulder.

His grasp was not like Wang Chan's five fingers, but only had a thumb on his five fingers, his index finger and middle fingers stretched out, and the other two fingers were bent in the palm, and his movements were calm and powerful. When he grabbed it forward, he also shouted. The sound came out casually, and he only stretched out his hand. In the blink of an eye, his fingers could already touch Wang Chan's shoulder. Clothes.

"Oh, the eagle's claws are good at it. How much time do you have to practice?" Wang Chan had been on guard for a long time. As soon as he saw that he was ready to leave, the other party really refused to stop, and he was immediately happy.

Looking at the fierce middle-aged man, he caught it with one claw, but it was not Baihe Yongchun Fist. On the contrary, it seemed to be an eagle claw in Shaolin boxing. It's just that this man bypassed the class and combined the capture and fighting skills he had learned in the army. He was not only faster, but also more vicious.

Of course, Wang Chan would not let himself be caught. He spoke in his mouth, waved casually, and gave way. Suddenly, the air was beaten by him, like a cannon. He twisted his body and slapped the back of the middle-aged man's hand.

"If there is a touch, it will respond, and it will come with the feeling?" The fierce man's eyes moved, and he suddenly felt that it suddenly sank on the back of his hand, as if dozens of pounds of heavy objects had fallen on it. Goodbye, Wang Chan reacted so fast, which was incredible. Before his catcher touched others, the other party had reacted in time. At that time, he knew that he had encountered a "hard stubble".

The other party's wave of his hand made his heart beat from afar. If he really wants to be slapped on the back of his hand, he will definitely not be able to eat it. I'm afraid that if he touches it, he will immediately end up with a broken metacarpal bone.

If there is a touch, it will respond, and it will come with the feeling. This is a vision that can only be reflected after practicing the best kung fu in the inner boxing. Just like "a feather can't fall, and mosquitoes and flies do not touch the body" in Taijiquan, the external force ** has reached a magical level. As long as there is an external force touching itself, it can immediately follow. The reaction is to fight back.

Of course, this is just a kind of induction in boxing and martial arts, which is different from Wang Chan's pre-awareness of danger and dodge bullets in time.

It can be seen that the same sentence is "touch must respond, follow the feeling". In people at different levels of realms, the degree of reflection is very different.

He didn't feel well. The fierce man quickly flashed to the side by mistake. His outstretched wrists suddenly sank down, and his body was like a big bird, retreating three feet away. His movement depends on his waist and crotch. Although Tang Niu's eight gossip palm footwork is not slippery and strange, the speed is extremely fast, which is a little beyond Wang Chan's expectation.

At the same time, another middle-aged man was also shocked to see Wang Chan take action. He bowed his back, like a big cat and tiger, and rushed to his companion in one step and put on a tiger-shaped posture.

"Who the hell are you?" Although he hid very quickly, Wang Chan's action was so deadly. With a wave of his hand, he had his own cardinal's wonderful use. The fierce man only felt something passing on the back of his hand, and then there was a sharp pain. As soon as he stood firm under his feet, he saw the flesh on the back of his palm, and there were three blood marks sweeping across, and the whole hand where he passed. The skin on the back has been turned up. It's like being wiped by a big iron hook at an incredible speed.

If he hadn't been proficient in eagle claw capture, he would have practiced the method of practicing the iron sand palm to quench the muscles and bones on his hands, making a pair of palms as hard as iron. Only this time, the broken bones and tendons were light.

However, this middle-aged man was fierce, and he only took a look at his wound. He immediately looked ferocious. He stood on one foot, and the white crane showed his wings. He posed in the posture of a white crane fist. With the tiger shape of his companion, he was light and powerful, heavy and strong, complemented each other.

Thank you for your support, Lao Lubye!!!!

(to be continued)