It all started with Sadako

Chapter 7

Speaking of Chinatown in the United States, most people's first impression is Chinatown in San Francisco, but in fact, Chinatown in Manhattan has surpassed Chinatown in San Francisco in terms of population and size, becoming the largest Chinatown in the Western Hemisphere.

Residents from the coastal areas of China's Guangdong, Fujian and Hong Kong provinces were the first to engage in commercial activities here, opening restaurants, shops and gift shops...

At this moment, Abner was walking briskly in this Chinatown.

Although the aching chest kept reminding yourself that your gunshot wound hadn't healed yet, the jumping feeling from your body after lying on the hospital bed for a week made Abner very happy.

Of course, Abner ran out of the hospital and came to this Chinatown at the risk of being cut into pieces by Carissa. If he only wanted to let the wind go, the price he paid would be too heavy.

As the saying goes, it doesn't matter if I can't beat you, as long as my boss can beat you.

After thinking about it, Abner still felt that it would be a bit risky for him to deal with this lovely Miss Semla alone. What should we do in this situation?
Of course I'm looking for parents!
Abner chose to seek help from his master—Xingyi Quan master from the ancient eastern country, Tang Xiyi.

After turning east and west, in a remote corner, several slightly dilapidated three-story buildings appeared.

The paint on the crimson beams and columns was already peeling off, and the road in front of the small building was also full of potholes, with a few wild dogs and cats jumping out from time to time.

A plaque made of black walnut is just hung on the door. The peeled plaque tells passers-by that it has passed through a lot of years.

Huafeng Martial Arts Hall!

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As he approached the martial arts hall, he could hear the sound of boxing practice coming from the martial arts hall.

"Senior brother, you are here!"

"Brother, long time no see!"

"Abner, you are finished!"

"Yes, yes, the master said he would peel your skin!"

"Junior Brother Abner, take care of yourself. I'll prepare Dieda wine for you first, so don't worry!"

……

As soon as he stepped into the martial arts hall, a series of greetings came from around, although the content was not so pleasant, the corners of Abner's mouth twitched.

"Squat down a little more! Yes, that's it, hold on for half an hour!"

"The three-body posture is the foundation of Xingyiquan. If the posture is not stable, then everything is useless!"

Walking into the martial arts arena, I saw an old man with gray hair and thin body, pointing at a student.

The bamboo rattan in his hand continued to touch various parts of the student's body, such as arms, shoulders, and strides.

"master!"

Abner put away the laughing expression on his face, stood respectfully behind the old man, and saluted with his fists clasped.

This old man is Abner's master, the master of Xingyiquan - Tang Xiyi.

Tang Xiyi came to the United States from China in the late 70s. After washing dishes, doing odd jobs and carrying sacks, he finally built his own Xingyi Kung Fu in Chinatown, New York by virtue of the Xingyi Kungfu he learned since he was a child. Martial arts.

To say why he became a disciple of Tang Xiyi, it was purely accidental.

Tang Xiyi's martial arts gym opened in Chinatown, and the students are naturally mainly Chinese.

That was two years ago, Abner, who was tortured by Miss Semla, couldn't stand the smell of medicine in the hospital ward, so he sneaked out to relax and wandered to this martial arts gym somehow. .

Who knows that after arriving at this martial arts gym, Miss Semla, who has always been arrogant, actually showed a look of fear, which naturally made Abner overjoyed, thinking that there was some treasure here that could restrain Semla.

After some investigation, I found out that Semla was not afraid of anything, but the owner of this martial arts gym - Tang Xiyi!
After a lot of tossing and turning, Abner worshiped under Tang Xiyi's sect and was accepted as a closed disciple.

And the reason why Abner appeared in the convenience store was because he wanted to buy some rations and then come here to continue practicing martial arts. Who knew that he would be robbed by robbers, and ended up lying in the hospital for a week.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Tang Xiyi turned his head and saw that although his beard and hair were gray, his face was almost wrinkle-free. He was wearing a very common loose robe and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes. There is an aura of anger and prestige.

"Xi Wu is persevering, so how can he spend three days fishing and two days drying the net!"

"Yes, the apprentice knows his mistake!"

Abner didn't mean to defend, and directly admitted his mistake.

"Hmm!" Tang Xiyi's expression softened a little, and he walked slowly into Abner, frowning involuntarily.

"False footsteps, lack of energy and blood? You are injured!"

"Yes, master! A week ago..."

Abner respected this master from the bottom of his heart and did not dare to slack off in telling what happened in the convenience store.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Now the old man finally nodded in satisfaction, a smile appeared on his expressionless face.

He waved at Abner and said, "Come up with me, I'll check for you!"

Abner immediately followed the old man and climbed upstairs.

Don't look at the small area of ​​the old man's martial arts gym, as the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs.

Martial arts arena!Chamber!Practice room!Medicine room!There is no shortage of quiet rooms and so on.

Seeing that the old man took off the bandage, seeing that the sutured wound was beginning to scar, he bandaged it up again, took out a pen and paper and prescribed a pair of blood-enriching medicine, and the two sat down again.

Suddenly Tang Xiyi let out another cold snort, and the roar of a tiger resounded in the medical room, followed by a terrifying scream.

"These ghosts and ghosts, things that don't teach you a lesson!"

In Abner's eyes, Semla, who had been following him all the time, was shocked by the sound of the tiger's howl from the old man, and was immediately shaken out of the room with an unreal figure.

Play for the tiger!

Such an idiom suddenly rose in Abner's mind.

According to ancient Chinese myths and legends, people who are eaten by tigers become ghosts after death and are enslaved by tigers!

Now it seems that it is not nonsense. The old man's tiger-shaped kung fu has been practiced to the point of perfection, and with the killing spirit he has experienced in the battlefield, even a ghost like Semla is afraid of it.

Although Semla is invisible, the old man has no yin and yang eyes and can't do anything about her.But as long as Abner stands by the old man's side, Semla has nothing to do with Abner.

"Master! How long have I practiced before I can reach your level!"

Abner asked enviously.

"You hairy monkey, let's talk about your three-body pose first! When the time comes, I won't hide my clumsiness in Wuxingquan, Xingyi and Twelve Forms!"

(End of this chapter)