The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 32: The Blood of China (Part 2)

It is definitely a mistake to use brute force against a guy who is very confident in physical strength. Gu Tie only glanced at the big boots that the other party was kicking over, and he was so daring to regret it. It was just a bit of a fight. A non-lethal forward kick, but a bearded man with a height of more than 1.9 meters, a weight of more than 200 catties, and size 47 military boots blocked all evasion routes with one kick, and Gu Tie could only retreat quickly on his toes. I was forced back to the hut when I met each other,

"Chinese Kungfu." Eddy yelled with bright eyes, his subordinates raised his thick arms relentlessly, and Russia shook his fists one by one, smashing his head and face like a storm, Gu Tie "hearted with elbows" and protected his head. After a while, he was shocked by blood and blood. He stepped back two steps and almost lost his airs. He spit out, and the sorrow of more than a hundred years ago appeared in his heart. Orientals practiced martial arts for 30 years to strengthen the body, and no People in Shanghai and the West are born tall and powerful, this world is really **** unfair,

"Do you have to fight?" Gu Tie shrank his head and flashed a punch, angered,

"Why not fight." The beard jumped enthusiastically, "I like Chinese Kung Fu. When I went to the Nanjing Military Region in China for exchanges, the Chinese soldiers of the'Flying Dragon' Special Forces performed very powerful Chinese Kung Fu with bare hands. Opening a wine bottle, splitting bricks, shattering tiles on the forehead, and breaking a wooden stick on the back, I am so impressed up to now."

Gu Tie flashed in front of his eyes, his big fist slammed in front of him, and a stalk of his neck flashed across the front of the fist, "Boom." This straight fist forced a big hole out of the thin splint wall, and Ed pulled out his fist. Shaking the brick dust on his hand, he grinned: "It doesn't hurt."

"Damn, you are a devil with muscles and muscles." Gu Tie yelled angrily. "The performance of Feilong troops is called hard qigong, which is not the same as martial arts."

"Oh, what is the boulder in the chest, I have seen it on TV." The beard stopped the offensive and asked suspiciously,

"That's called juggling." Gu Tie took a few breaths,

"Sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and you can see how many points the other player's cards are in his hand, and what are they called. It is said that there is a master from China in Warsaw, and there are many believers." Ed blinked. Eyes,

"That's called Qigong." Gu Tie replied sullenly,

"So what is the relationship between martial arts, juggling, hard qigong, and qigong, I am confused." The forest ranger asked in a simple and honest manner, showing a shameless smile, but Gu Tie secretly scolded his mother, and quietly drew a semicircle under his feet. Stand on the stakes and change to be himself. Now this time when asking questions and waiting for answers is the best time to attack. I believe that the treacherous beard in his heart will also use the same tactics.

"Swish." In the next instant, two extremely fast left jabs dazzled his eyes. Gu Tie gritted his teeth and blocked both punches with his forearm, "pop." Heavy fists. It made him grin in pain, but his face was pretending to be righteous and awe-inspiring: "This is Hard Qigong."

"Then, this is martial arts."

Ed used a jab to detect a good distance, raised his leg according to the attack routine, and kicked his opponent with a low sweep to the opponent's lower plate. Watching the thick and long thigh of the beard hit with rottenness, Gu Tie's face turned overwhelmed with joy. , It’s not a good idea to raise your legs in such a narrow space. If you don’t frighten foreign hairs at this time, wouldn’t you lose the essence of Chinese martial arts knowing how to sew your legs?

Gu Tie slid a big step forward with his left foot, kicked his right foot on the ground, and rushed into Ed's middle plate in four or six steps, with his thigh resting on the base of the Pole’s thigh, immediately isolating the power of sweeping the leg; left fist squeezed The hammer was hidden under his ribs, his right fist was folded into a palm and before he lifted his face, he pushed aside the beard and hurriedly fisted, hugged in his arms, with a heavy hug, and immediately controlled the opponent's center of gravity, "This is..." As soon as Ed yelled a word, Gu Tie’s offensive arrived. The Chinese rubbed his right foot forward, turned his waist to make strength, and wrapped his right hand back, and his left fist was rotated diagonally upwards and pierced and beaten. The combination of the inward pulling force and the outward force of the cross-strength is like a large vise pinching Ed's neck and slamming him on the cutting board. "Boom. The fist made a burst of noise. The fist smashed his head and covered his face on the bearded face, rolling down like a big stone roller, hitting his face, neck, and chest, and then fell into the top elbow of the inner door. The last elbow collapsed and became strong. Knock on the opponent’s ribs,

"A tiger hugs it."

Each move of the Bajiquan "King Kong Eight-style" is a small routine. It is not a single blow, but a series of attacks. Gu Tie rubbed his moves and fell into a beating. Ed let go, the bearded plopped and fell on the bed, and immediately crushed the camp bed, falling into a smashing crash.

"This is Chinese martial arts." Gu Tie put a single hug to greet the enemy, yelled strangely, and laughed. After a second, he said "bad" in his heart. Stay on top, it’s too heavy this time,

When Lao Zhao, the butler, demonstrated this trick, a sack full of rice was placed on the wooden stake. Two of Lao Zhao staggered and waved their skinny arms with no two or two flesh on the rice sack. The pile didn’t tremble. Gu Tie laughed as he watched beside him, and Lao Zhao snorted from his nostrils, “Little bunny, you know what a fart. It takes twenty years of work. Based on your virtue of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, don't count on it in this life. Just play with the three-legged cat frame."

Gu Tie shouted unconvincedly: "Damn, Lao Zhao, you will brag, bright and dark, is there still a master at the level of kinetic energy? If you go up, it will be the Nascent Soul Stage,

"What **** you are talking about, An Jin is An Jin, you untie the rice bag and have a look, bastard... Yuan Ying, hum..." Old Zhao left a word and wandered back with his hands behind his back. West Wing,

Gu Tie saw that the old man ignored him and walked to the wooden stake to untie the hemp rope. The rice sack plopped and fell on the water-milled blue brick floor, and the silvery rice leaped on the floor, and he took a closer look. There are only a few white powder fist marks on the front of the sack, but a string of big holes burst open on the back. The fiber of the sack is shattered every inch. Gu Tie picks up a piece of the sack, which is clearly in the shape of a fist.

"Lao Zhao, tell me something about Anjin..." Gu Tie immediately jumped up and went to the west room to find the legendary martial arts master Lao Zhao.

Several years later, Gu Tie, who neglected to exercise, is still the three-legged cat-handle style that Lao Zhao said, but martial arts is like this. As long as he has a thorough understanding of the Tao, he is not even a little bit stronger than ordinary people. Bajiquan is known as "killing people to death in three years", but any stunned kid who is healthy and finds a master to practice for two years is a good guy that cannot be underestimated, not to mention Gu Tie, who is strong and has a good brain. Lao Zhao, a well-concealed master teacher, smoked with a small whip behind his butt, and he couldn’t make any difference if he wanted to.

Since Gu Tie moved to China from Europe and lived in the courtyard prepared by his adoptive father, Zhao has been responsible for his food, clothing, housing and transportation. He taught him to practice boxing from an early age and instilled him with a weasel, fox, fairy, witch, and goddess. The folk dross almost taught Gu Tie into a superstition seed. Fortunately, I later met Xiao Liping, who is good at doing ideological and political work.

Gu Tie never asked about the origin of Old Zhao, nor did Old Zhao about the origin of Gu Tie. Regarding this old man's past, Gu Tie only knew that he was from Cangzhou, Hebei, and he had an unchangeable Hebei accent. A lot of cooking with a lot of salt, steamed buns are as hard as iron bumps, go out to walk the birds every morning, and serve my thrush more than I serve Gu Tieshangxin.

In fact, Gu Tie also had doubts about why his adoptive father brought him to China. At the age of 9 years and 7 months, he lived in the headquarters of "Genesis" in Salzburg, Austria. Of course, his name was still Not Gu Tie, the gtc staff kindly called him Bartholomew Jr., and let him wander around. Everywhere he walked, people squatted down to say hello and turned out snacks for him to eat. One day he went to his father Bran. After playing in Dr. Bartholomew’s office, by chance, he opened his father’s Genesis terminal by chance. For some reason, a string of passwords he entered at random out of curiosity was verified and opened an advanced interface for direct dialogue with "Genesis".

His memory ends here. Gu Tie, who just took the Mensa IQ test on his 9th birthday, is a genius boy with an iq of 177, but he has no impression of what happened in his adoptive father’s office. His brain automatically After turning the hour hand for 24 hours, he can recall the closest picture, sitting in a coffee seat in front of St. Stefan’s Cathedral in Vienna the next afternoon, drinking a drink, watching the tourists walking leisurely on bicycles. In the shade of the trees, while listening to my father tell a very cruel fact,

Dr. Brandon Bartholomew lowered his gray-haired head, not daring to look directly into Xiao Gu Tie’s eyes. He stretched out his hand and pushed a cup of strawberry sundae to his son, "This should be delicious, slow Slowly, after you finish eating, we will set off."

"I see, where are we going." Gu Tie absorbed the cranberry juice in the glass, took the strawberry sundae, and picked up the small spoon. He felt dizzy and couldn't concentrate on thinking. What happened yesterday? What happened, no matter how hard you try, you can’t get back the memories of yesterday,

"Go to China." Bartholomew took off his gold glasses and wiped them with a plaid handkerchief. "China is a very beautiful place, and the Chinese are very friendly."

"I know China, Dad." Gu Tie raised his head, "Why are we going to China."

Bartholomew hesitated for a moment, as if organizing language, "There is one thing you have the right to know, and I hope you will be mentally prepared."

Xiao Gu Tie licked the ice cream on his lips, "Okay."

"You... are Chinese." The white-haired doctor said this sentence with difficulty,

Gu Tie frowned, spent a few seconds thinking, he put down the sundae cup, "Are you talking about my genes, or my nationality, dad, are you telling me that I am actually not your son," It's an abandoned baby adopted from an orphanage, the bloodline of a Chinese couple who smuggled in and abandoned in Austria, and now, when I look for my own parents alone,... well, it's okay, I don't I’m so stupid that I haven’t noticed the huge difference between myself and you in anthropological characteristics. I can accept this fact, Dad, just ask you to tell me whose son I am, and what happened yesterday afternoon."

Bartholomew's eyes widened, unable to answer,

"...Ah..." The collapsed camp bed groaned, and a big hand reached out to support the wall. Ed lifted his head from the bed sheet, a smile on his nosebleed face: "It's so exciting... This is Chinese Kung Fu."

Gu Tie, who was pulled back to reality from his memories, let out a sigh of relief and smiled apologetically: "I didn't practice Chinese Kungfu at home, man."