Chapter 24: Competition

Suddenly two uninvited guests appeared. Chen Zikun immediately became alert and stood in the corner to ensure that there was no trouble behind him. Then he asked: "It's right here, what advice do you have for me?"

The two men were tightly wearing trousers, legs, and fish scales, and shoes. They were obviously martial artists, and they spoke politely: "Our master heard of the great name of the Lord of the Lord, and I want to meet you."

As he said a post, he handed it over with his hands. Chen Zikun answered it and opened it. It was written in a few words on it very sloppy and the grammar was not neat. But the meaning was nothing more than a long time ago. He wanted to make friends with martial arts. The location was in Taoranting on the west side of the sky bridge. It was tomorrow noon, and the signature was Yu Zhankui of Qitian Wushu Pavilion.

Chen Zikun had never heard of the name of Too Zhankui, but he could think of it with a little use of his brain. This guy must have been invited by the Ma family to find the place. He bowed and said, "I must be there."

The two men clasped their fists and walked with agile steps, clearly walking in the continuous jumping steps of the boxing sect. However, Chen Zikun had not practiced martial arts regularly, so he could only see that these two people were practicing, and their skills were not weak.

Back at the slums, Chen Zikun showed Zhao Dahai the post, and Zhao Dahai was immediately shocked: "Did you agree?"

Chen Zikun wondered: "Of course I agreed, isn't it just a fight?"

Zhao Dahai said: "This is not an ordinary fight. Yu Zhankui is clearly the one who Ma Shihai invited to deal with you. Tomorrow, he will definitely take advantage of the opportunity to compete to take your life. The Ma family is afraid to deal with you privately because of the foreign doctor's face. It's really cruel."

Chen Zikun said: "Is that Yu Zhankui very powerful?"

Zhao Dahai said: "It's not just that he is very powerful. He is from Cangzhou. He has been good at martial arts since he was a child. He has learned countless masters and is proficient in various boxing techniques. After coming to Beijing, he kicked all kinds of martial arts schools and was unrivaled. Since then, he has been known as the hero of the world. He has opened a martial arts school called Qitian. He took the meaning of the Monkey King Sun Wukong."

Chen Zikun sneered: "I really want to meet him if I say so."

Seeing that Zhao Dahai could not persuade him, he had to say, "Since this is the case, I can't hide. I will go to see the master tomorrow morning and ask him to take action. If there is any mistake, someone will take care of him."

As he was talking, someone knocked on the door outside, Xing'er came in with food. A bowl of millet porridge was so thick that it could be inserted into chopsticks. Two big nests, one green onion, a plate of big sauce, and two boiled eggs were all hot.

"Oh, why did you leave me some food?" Chen Zikun was already hungry and greeted Xing'er, "Let's eat together."

"No, I've eaten it." Xing'er's face suddenly turned red, and her voice was as low as a mosquito. "Eat slowly, I'll clean up the dishes tomorrow."

...

In the Ma family, a guest was sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the living room with a shiny head, not only without hair, but also with a clean eyebrows and beard, a slump nose, deep eye sockets, and a pair of eyes were extremely sinister. He was wearing a delicate black satin jacket. The maid came forward to serve tea. When he glanced over, he was so scared that he became trembling. The tea bowl fell to the ground, and he picked it up with a light kick. He put it on the table, but it didn't even sprinkle water.

"Brother Zhankui is so handsome." Ma Shihai praised.

"I dare not be accused!" The bald guest clasped his fists, his voice as cold as if squeezed out of a tin tube.

Ma Shihai said: "I guess the owner has heard about what happened yesterday. I am almost seventy years old. I am so embarrassed that I am really worse than death. If Brother Zhan Kui can make such anger for me... I don't respect me a little."

The servant came over with a square wooden pallet with silver sealed with red paper. Fifty pieces were wrapped into a cylindrical shape, with as much as five hundred pieces.

Yu Zhankui just glanced at it, and did not respond, and disdainfully dusted the dust that did not exist on his jacket.

Ma Shihai is so old and sophisticated, and he immediately smiled and said, "This is a small amount of money for the brothers to drink tea. After the matter is completed, I will thank you very much."

The flesh on Yu Zhankui's face twitched for a moment, showed a smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "Actually, there is no need for Boss Ma to pay. I also want to meet this disciple of the Kanto hero."

Ma Shihai said: "This person is not old, has good skills, and has foreigners as his backer. He is clearly bullying our vast China and our Beijing martial arts world. If Brother Zhan Kui can get rid of this scum, his fellow martial artists will definitely applaud him."

Yu Zhankui sneered: "That's natural. Not to mention traitors and scum, even foreigners, I will teach the same lesson."

Another tall man walked into the living room and reported to Yu Zhankui: "Master, the post has been given to him. We followed him all the way. He went to the Gu Mansion of Chunshu Hutong first, and then to Professor Liu's mansion of Peking University. I don't know what he did."

Yu Zhankui was immediately surprised. If this person was visiting the martial arts master in the capital, he would not be surprised, but the people who came and went to the cultural world were all famous people, which was really strange.

However, the more this happens, the more it will arouse Yu Zhankui's interest. He turned his head to Ma Shikai and said, "Boss Ma is concerned about tomorrow's arrangements."

Ma Shihai said: "It's all for the old brother. Guan Bao will invite all the friends in the Beijing Martial Arts Industry to testify."

Yu Zhankui stood up and said goodbye. Ma Shihai picked up the tea bowl. The housekeeper shouted to see him off. The young and old of the Ma family respectfully delivered the distinguished guest to the gate.

"Stay." Yu Zhankui clasped his fists.

"I'm not far away to send it." The young and old Ma family bowed their hands with great courage and watched Yu Zhankui and his two apprentices go away.

"Dad, can Yu Zhankui deal with that boy?" asked Ma Laosi.

"Whether it is OK or not, does it have anything to do with our family?" Ma Shihai smiled sinisterly, showing a cunning smile.

Ma Shihai, who was not the only one who was embarrassed about what happened last night, could not swallow the anger of this. He found his old friend, a small official who had been in charge of the Westernization Affairs Department for more than ten years, inquired about the details of Dr. Stanley in the Citi Clinic in Xuanwumen, but he was shocked.

The background of this foreigner is not simple. During the Boxer Rebellion, he fought street battles with the Boxer Rebellion in Dongjiaomin Lane. The foreigners in the embassy area knew his name. It is said that he was also a colonel of the US Army. He was an amazing official and even the minister was polite when he saw him.

Since this is the case, even if Jingguan's Moving Mansion's road to solving the problem is blocked, no one dares to take this trick by foreigners, even if Li Jingzheng is not ashamed of his face.

It is a way to find someone to secretly conceal that kid, but the world is so big. When the incident happened, everyone knows that it was done by the old Ma family. That kid is a beard. It doesn’t matter if he dies. It will be troublesome to cause disaster to the Ma family. Although the Ma family is a domineering local area, there is no reason to guard against thieves for thousands of days. It makes the bandits worry about it. No one can stand it when they come to make trouble every few days.

So, Ma Shihai thought of the trick of killing people with a knife. Yu Zhankui was arrogant and greedy for money and had great martial arts skills. He asked him to compete with Chen Zikun in the name of practicing martial arts. At that time, everyone used words to sign a life and death document on the spot. If they beat him to death, wouldn’t he be able to kill Chen Zikun rightfully? Because he died in a martial arts competition, he could block others’ words. Even if someone seeks revenge, he would still look for Yu Zhankui instead of the Ma family.

"The third and fourth brothers, call all the friends on the road tomorrow to let everyone watch the fun." Ma Shihai shook his sleeves and stepped into the door.

...

The next morning, a large number of martial artists from the capital gathered at Taoranting. This was the place where literati gathered, but suddenly a large number of martial artists with ties and trousers came, which made the literati and poets who had originally enjoyed the snow and drank in the pavilion very interested and followed them to watch.

The night before yesterday, the Ma family had already spread throughout the city of Sijiu. The teahouses and restaurants were all talking about this. On that day, there were no less than a hundred guests from the Ma family. Everyone was trying their best to spread various versions of stories, such as robbing the rich and helping the poor, robbing wives, holding police officers hostages, and hurting people. The man in the capital was born with the potential to tell the story. In just one day, the city was full of storms and rains, and everyone knew it.

Last night, news came out that Yu Zhankui, who was invincible all over the capital, had a fight against the young hero who made a big fuss in the Ma Mansion. The man in the capital liked to join in the fun. When he heard about this, he came early to take the position.

The stall vendors on the overpass were moved and walked around with baskets. The hawking of peanuts, melon seeds, cigarettes, tea leaves and eggs came one after another. Taoranting, which was usually deserted, was as lively as a temple fair.

The spectators greeted each other enthusiastically and talked about the weather and current situation. The weather was good, and the sun was high. Taoranting faced the lake three times. The lake water was frozen as smooth as a mirror, and only bare branches were left on the willow trees on the shore.

The master finally arrived. The master Yu from the Qitian Martial Arts Pavilion surrounded his disciples and arrived at Taoranting. The spectators shouted, "He is here!"

Yu Zhankui clasped his fists and greeted the familiar people. When he came to the pavilion, someone had already put on a chair and sat down with a big golden knife, brewed a pot of tea first, and waited slowly.

The little white dragon who was so lucky had not arrived yet. Yu Zhankui felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to turn around and teach him a lesson.

Suddenly there was a noise in the north. It turned out that the opponent had arrived. Chen Zikun also came to Taoranting with the company of a group of people in the slums.

The two sides met in the pavilion and greeted each other with fists, Chen Zikun said: "I am very honored that the owner of the museum is worthy of and I want to compete with me in martial arts. However, according to our Kanto rules, the party who accepts the challenge has the right to choose the competition."

Yu Zhankui frowned and then unfolded again. What was his relying on to dominate the Beijing martial arts world? It was to be omnipotent and omniscient, check the fist, fist, fist, Bajiquan, Baguazhang, iron sand palm, eagle claw, sword, spear, sword, halberd, axe, hook and fork, snatch, meteor, soft whip and hard mace, whether it is on hands or feet, or equipment, you can take it out.

"Okay, you can compare whatever you say." Yu Zhankui said.

"Compare the marksmanship." Chen Zikun said.

Yu Zhankui was shocked. This young man is not simple.

"I don't know if the owner Yu is good at pistols or spears, box cannons or water beads?" Chen Zikun's next sentence almost made Yu Zhankui's mouth slander.
Chapter completed!