"Leave Beijing as soon as possible. Wu Wenhui has discovered your whereabouts. If you have any difficulties, I will help you arrange all the secret ways to go abroad. In short, don't stay for a moment, otherwise you will cause some trouble. It's really bad Clean it up. The guys in Wu Wenhui's army have always been arrogant and domineering. If there is any conflict with you, it will be too late."
In a secret office, Liao Junhua and Wang Chao were sitting face to face.
Wang Chao returned to his original height of 1.8 meters. There was no other reason. Shrinking the bones was too exhausting for musculoskeletal fatigue.
Just like a person making faces for a long time to change his appearance, it might cause facial paralysis!
By the same token, long-term compression of the bones and joints of the whole body will also cause permanent damage. Even Wang Chao, whose bones are as tough as a cane, still has a degree of fatigue.
"Don't worry, I won't assassinate Wu Wenhui's group of people just yet." Wang Chao looked at the rather anxious Liao Junhua and laughed loudly: "I also want to go abroad as soon as possible, but you said that this time Wu Wenhui deliberately called Notifying you to arrest me, I thought about it, it is likely to scare the snake, they only know that I have arrived in Beijing, but they don't know where I am really hiding, and I act immediately, which hits their plan. In Beijing they They don’t dare to arrest and arrest with great fanfare, and they won’t be sure if they leave this capital. I’m alone, and I’m covered in iron, how many nails can I drive?”
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Wang Chao saw it very accurately. Some of his sensitivities, including his own guesses, became more and more accurate.
"Striking the grass to startle the snake, hitting the grass to startle the snake. That's right." Liao Junhua rubbed his temples with his fingers: "Why didn't I think of this, indeed, they can't make any big waves here." He said, staring at Wang Chao, Frowning: "Your reaction is getting more and more sensitive, but I have degraded a lot now, and I don't have the inspiration that I used to be able to change my wit when there is a disturbance."
"Now you are busy with affairs, preside over important tasks every day, and fight for power and profit. Once your spirit is distracted and your mind is mixed, of course the sensitivity and agility you have cultivated will begin to degenerate. After ten years, after you become the top leader, you will be pampered and respected. Every day there is a special person to collect and test it, and you will definitely have a big belly when the time comes, so you are like a leader."
As Wang Chao was talking, he remembered that if Liao Junhua had a beer belly in the future, and then spoke in an official tone, "emotions are basically stable." That look must be funny.
"Let's do this!" Liao Junhua suddenly said: "As long as you don't mess with the five steps of bleeding, I can still cover you. Aren't you representing the Tang Sect and want to talk to the elders of my family? I will talk to you tomorrow. Go and inform them."
"Very good." Wang Chao nodded.
He wasn't worried at all. What he committed, if serious, was a general defecting overseas, but if it was light, he didn't abide by organizational discipline. After all, his current affairs have not been brought up to the top, and there is no clear ultimatum document issued by the top. The current charge is only for offending Wu Wenhui, a group in the army. He believed that Liao Junhua could cover him. For Liao Junhua's help, Wang Chao felt that he did not owe him any favors. After all, Wu Wenhui asked him to go overseas to issue a statement to attack Liao Junhua, but he did not do it himself. After all, it was Liao Junhua who returned the favor.
Wang Chao's current situation is similar to those scammers who went to other provinces to swindle huge amounts of money and went to another province. They used money to bribe officials and created a protective umbrella. Although they were wanted, there was no way to arrest them and bring them to justice.
But even so, he has to be careful and careful, just like today, if Wu Wenhui's people find out and a group of people swarm up, Wang Chao will definitely resist and kill a few, and it will be a big blow. Here comes the loophole.
What Liao Junhua was afraid of was not Wu Wenhui's capture of Wang Chao, but Wang Chao's sudden whim, making a move to assassinate him, and the matter would become a big mess.
The temper of Kung Fu practitioners is very strange, and some things cannot be tolerated any longer.
If you catch me again and again, I'll just kill you, and you'll be out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind, behavior like this is not uncommon.
Although Liao Junhua used to be a person who was fearless, but now his identity has bound his character, or changed his character.
"I've been so busy with things these days, you can stay with the old man first. If you have time, you can also help guide the young people participating in this competition. I will contact my old man today, but my old man has a weird temper, so don't talk about collapse." Already!" Liao Junhua said, shaking his head, and walked out with a sigh.
Click! A large wooden gun barrel as thick as a goose egg was lightly pushed by Baliming, and it exploded in a flash, turning into sawdust with a marble-like wooden texture and falling to the ground.
Baliming threw the two truncated gun barrels on the ground, and spit without hesitation.
He is very angry now, very angry, his whole body is boiling with murderous aura, the king of fighting has never suffered such a big loss! Even when the army was used to arrest him and sent him to prison, he was surrounded by many Type 5 and Type 6 rifles, but he never felt as useless as he is today.
"Old man, this wooden gun is really not good for us. It's better to replace it with a 60-jin big iron gun made just now. It can kill people with one stab. But for Lin Tingfeng, even if he uses a sword, you can use it empty-handed." There is also a 50% chance of killing him."
Wang Chao saw Ba Liming shake off the barrel of the big wooden gun and walked over.
The trials for the Sports Committee had ended in the morning, and a total of 100 entries had already been determined. The two-day trials were just a formality. However, most of the places are indeed outstanding young people, and a small part of them were also paid in advance to play fake games.
For example, Wang Chao saw a disciple from Shanxi compete with another mantis boxing young man from Shandong. The mantis practitioner was obviously better than the Shanxi player, but he was defeated after a few rounds. It's agreed, how much money I will give you, you lose to me.
This kind of match-fixing is an unspoken rule, both at home and abroad, and even Huo Linger did this when she participated in the World Youth Karate Competition for the first time, it is not uncommon.
After the trials, the quota was determined. Those young people were going to train together, but after the competition, these people dispersed separately, training separately, and the training together became empty talk. In such a situation, Even Liao Junhua couldn't do anything about it.
After all, each sect has its own secret training methods, and martial arts also has its own secret understanding. Who will gather together for training to expose their secrets? No matter how good the relationship between the brothers is, maybe they will be two opponents in the Martial Arts Conference in the future. That will be a huge bonus of tens of millions of dollars, and the highest honor of the Golden Sword.
Facing the temptation of such interests and fame, not to mention brothers, even brothers, they have to fight to the death, and there is no reason to hide it.
"I'm going to ask the blacksmith to make a big sixty-two gun. After this martial arts competition, I will definitely kill that Lin Tingfeng." Baliming stomped his feet: "That was your apprentice just now? Very good, very good!" That's right, she's got a lot of training, and she's also murderous and cunning, so why don't you help her start the fight before the match?"
What Baliming said was of course Huo Linger.
In the match between Huo Linger and Luo Xiaomeng just now, when Baliming left, he also took a look at it from a distance, and felt that the style of play was very superb.
As soon as the trials in the morning were over, Huo Linger took Cao Jingjing to practice secretly. Naturally, Wang Chao would not follow.
"The master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual. I have taught her everything I should teach." Wang Chao didn't want to see Huo Ling'er, after all, it was a big embarrassment, but in front of Baliming, he naturally became A dignified gentleman's words.
His expression was serious like Kong Shengren and Liu Xiahui.
Ba Liming didn't know that the relationship between Wang Chao and his apprentice was extremely ambiguous, so he moved his head: "That's right, it's useless to start a small fire. Face it alone, maybe you can still stimulate your potential. By the way, I know your boxing skills." It's over, are you interested in seeing your spear and stick kung fu?"
"The guns, sticks, knives, and swords here are not suitable."
Wang Chao looked at the weapons around him. The sword did not have a sharp edge, and it was a fake handle. The rattling iron sheet. This is a martial arts training room of the Sports Commission. It was originally used for intensive training, but now it is empty, only Wang Chao and Baliming, and a few staff members.
There are also weapons such as knives, guns, swords and sticks here, but they are all performance tools. Needless to say, a master like Wang Chao uses them. Even an ordinary practitioner would not want to use a metal knife that crashes when he flicks it.
"That's right, what is this knife?" Baliming took a knife, and his head shook like the iron sheet of the knife, "I started to practice the knife when I was five years old. A butcher's knife is big and heavy, and it's very good at cutting meat and deboning."
"Give me a copy of Qiuyue Chan Master Bai Yufeng's manuscript. I may not have time to make a copy these days. I still have some important things to do."
Wang Chao coveted the manuscripts of Zen master Qiuyue in the hands of Baliming, and he wanted to copy them for a long time. This is also one of the reasons why he stayed, to study boxing techniques with Baliming.
But now that Liao Junhua promised to help him match up with his old man immediately, Wang Chao has no time left.
To be honest, he stayed in Beijing this time. On the one hand, he was really worried that Wu Wenhui would startle the enemy this time. The most important reason was to negotiate with a group of forces behind Liao Junhua. This is the main purpose of returning home this time.
From Tang Zichen's mouth, he also vaguely knew that the Tang Sect was planning a huge plan. But this plan is difficult to implement, and many aspects of it need a lot of help. He came to Beijing this time to represent the Tang Sect to negotiate with the big bosses behind Liao Junhua, to find out what they say, and see if there is any possibility of cooperation.
Knowing from Tang Zichen's meaning, if this plan has domestic help, at least more than half of the pressure will be reduced!
"My old man wants to see you." Sure enough, after dark, Liao Junhua found Wang Chao who was having a good time talking with Baliming.
Wang Chao stood up, patted his clothes and left.
Just when Wang Chao got into Liao Junhua's car and wanted to see his old man. In a five- to six-hundred-square-meter dojo in South Korea, several martial artists dressed in typical white clothes and black belts around their waists, sitting upright in a kneeling posture, instructed more than a dozen young men and women to fight each other.
Among these men and women, there are Asians, blacks, and whites.
The floor of this ashram is made of thick pine wood. When you step on it with bare feet, it has a wooden toughness and is very comfortable, so all the people are barefoot.
Exercising martial arts barefoot can increase the sensitivity and sense of direction of the soles of the feet, which is also a consistent custom in the Korean and Japanese martial arts circles.
"Mr. Morgan, you are a master of martial arts, please give some advice to our young people." Gen Iga said to a white man with a tall nose, blue eyes, and blond hair beside him.
This white man is not as tall as ordinary white men, but only about 1.7 meters.
Hearing what Igayuan said, the white man stood up, and said to a pair of young men and women who were slapping each other quickly with knives in their hands: "Your beating is too blunt, too hard, and it didn't hit the bones. Go inside. Stop, stop, and watch me."
Morgan walked off the field, gestured with a knife in one hand, made a strong hand with one hand, and made two circles lightly with the other hand, "It's not that there is a classic boxing scripture in China that says that the other's strength can hinder me, and I mean it In the other bone, support with both hands, one breath runs through, the left is heavy, the left is empty, and the right is gone, the breath is like a wheel..."
He gestured for a long time, first spoke in English, then in Japanese, then in Korean, and finally in standard Mandarin Chinese.
Just after he finished speaking, he found that many young people present rolled their eyes at him.
One of the young men said in Korean: "Mr. Morgan? Are you sure you didn't just say the 'Nine Suns Manual'? I've heard that many white people use martial arts novels boasted by Chinese people as cheats to practice kung fu. It seems that you are too. one of them."
After finishing speaking, these young people burst out laughing.
It turns out that the mantra that Morgan just said is a section of "Jiuyang Zhenjing" in Jin Yong's martial arts novel Yitian Tulongji. These Korean and Japanese young people who participated in the competition are all extremely fond of martial arts, and they have naturally read martial arts translated into Korean and Japanese. The novel, when Morgan said it just now, recalled it, and couldn't help but look at this white man playing kung fu and make him look ugly.
There is no doubt that Taekwondo and Karate were introduced to the world by South Korea and Japan, and are now popular in Europe and the United States. As the birthplace of the two martial arts, there is a reason to look down on these white people in terms of martial arts.
Just like Chinese boxers look down on Korean and Japanese boxers, young Korean and Japanese boxers also look down on white people playing kung fu.
"You young people, don't take ignorance as your personality." Morgan shook his head and made a sign of the cross on his chest: "This is not the Nine Suns Manual, it is the "Five Fives" written by Li Jinglun, the nephew of Wu Yuxiang, the predecessor of Chinese Wu-style Taijiquan. "Zi Jue", the martial arts family is Jinshi, the writing is very good, and the language of boxing records is classic. As for Chinese martial arts novels, I definitely read as much as you. My name is Tang Suiyun, and I am yearning for the Tang Dynasty. If you have a chance, read more Chinese translations of boxing manuals."