Chapter 8 My Grand Master

"Master?"

Relevant memories instinctively appeared in his mind, and Lin Weiran suddenly remembered the identity of the old man, the famous grandmaster in Hong Kong, Ip Man.

"My master is Ip Man?"

My grand master? Wonderful!

Isn't this the so-called Tianhu start?

Three days ago, I just dealt with Uncle Jiu, the well-known Novice Village head of Qidian. I didn't expect to meet another famous "village head" so quickly.

The iron-clad Ip Man, the protagonist of Liu Shui...

"Wei Ran, why don't you hurry up and get in line when you're here!"

While Lin Weiran was stunned, someone suddenly shouted. The voice was not loud, but the voice was obviously lowered, and he was actually covering up.

Look at how skilled he is,

Obviously this isn't the first time.

It feels like a roommate checking in on your behalf.

"Senior brother, thank you!"

Lin Weiran nodded and thanked Huang Dunliang, "No one in the Wing Chun martial arts school knows that senior brother Huang Dunliang is the most honest and kind."

There was no one present who did not recognize the eldest brother. In the memory of his predecessor, the eldest brother was one of the few people who took care of him.

"Xiao Linzi, I thought you were really going to leave. After all, you have been practicing kung fu for a year, and you were beaten by a newcomer who just started... Haha!"

"What does this have to do with me!"

Lin Weiran's face remained as usual. How could the shame of his previous life have anything to do with him? Can what Lu Xun did be blamed on Zhou Shuren?

Liang Ting: "???"

He suddenly realized that this guy was quite thick-skinned.

"But coming back, what on earth was my predecessor doing during the past year? Such a good job?" Lin Weiran briefly recalled.

My predecessor came to the martial arts gym only a handful of times, and spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. That's all I could learn.

All I can say is, you deserve it!

"Those in the back don't chat!"

At this moment, Ye Wen's voice suddenly sounded, and it felt like he was being called out. Lin Weiran hurriedly closed her mouth and punched according to the memory of her predecessor.

My predecessor didn't have many memories of Wing Chun, but it is worth mentioning that the set of moves that everyone is practicing has been mastered by my predecessor.

Basic Wing Chun routines, small thoughts.

Master Ip Man would repeatedly emphasize to every new disciple: If a small thought is not righteous, it will be a lifelong righteousness.

Martial arts, as a technique used by a warrior, encompasses the warrior's inner character, thoughts, and external cultivation of words and deeds.

Most famous boxing techniques will have a set of inner spirit that belongs to their own style of boxing, such as Xingyi Quan three-body style, Tai Chi Chen's old frame...

The general characteristic is that it is easy to learn but difficult to master.

As the most basic routine of Wing Chun, almost everyone knows the small thought, but only a few people can practice the essence.

His predecessor was obviously a big bastard.

"This pool of Sanfu hands is so bad!" Looking at Ye Wen's little thought in front of him, he looked at himself again, pressing his hands left and right, blocking his hands, brushing his hands, pillowing his hands, suffocating his hands, etc., all in a mess...

The void has its form but no spirit.

Even if you can practice kung fu, no one would believe it!

"Okay! Stop your work, disperse and prepare for sparring!" Ye Wen said to everyone in high spirits, and then walked aside.

This part is the task of senior brother.

Seeing everyone practicing in an orderly manner, Ip Man nodded. The Wing Chun martial arts school looked good, and most people were enthusiastic.

Only a few fish eyes are mixed in the beads...

Ye Wen couldn't help but glance at someone. Lin Weiran felt like he was swept by a pair of sharp eyes, but they quickly disappeared.

Lin Weiran looked around and saw that no one was practicing with him. Originally, Senior Brother Liang was quite willing to practice with Lin Weiran, but he was too good at it.

Liang Ting felt it was not enough.

"Junior brother, let's practice!"

The senior brother said harmoniously to Lin Weiran,

"Thank you, senior brother!" Lin Weiran was naturally happy. Although he couldn't get personal guidance from Ip Man, it was great to have senior brother's guidance.

"Let's split it up!"

Huang Dunliang's care for Lin Weiran is obvious. He only practices the most basic moves so that he will not be regarded as a gangster and can also let him learn something.

However, what surprised Huang Dunliang was that,

Lin Weiran seems to have great hand strength today!

After looking at him twice, he was even a little strong. Before he knew it, he was already so tall, but he couldn't make progress in martial arts.

"Don't go to the red light district all the time in the future. It's harmful to your health. People who practice martial arts are taboo about drinking and sex. Now is the time for you to grow in shape."

Huang Dunliang was caught off guard and said something.

Lin Weiran quickly argued,

"I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

"Senior brother, I understand. I didn't say I wouldn't let you go there. Ahem, you just have to... exercise some control." Huang Dunliang said seriously.

…

Half an hour later, bang bang!

Ip Man clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop.

"What is Kung Fu?"

"Kung Fu is honed over time!"

Ye Wen calmed down and walked slowly to the tree. No one could see how he was prepared. In an instant, his punch hit the tree trunk like the wind.

Just hear a muffled sound!

The tree trunk trembled slightly, the leaves trembled, and there was an obvious punch hole on the trunk, but Ye Wen remained calm and composed.

“This punch requires decades of effort!

"Can you stop it?"

"Can't stop it!"

Several disciples who were close quickly shook their heads.

Ip Man stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

"Damn it! I was tricked by Master..."

Lin Weiran pouted, then froze,

These words seem familiar, are they the same?

"Junior brother, if this punch hits you, what do you think will happen?" The senior brother raised his eyebrows at Lin Weiran and asked.

"I think...it shouldn't be a problem to ask Master for five hundred yuan, right?" Lin Weiran blinked and said.

"What five hundred..."

He reacted in the next second.

"You kid wants to blackmail Master!"

Huang Dunliang said while suppressing a smile.

On the other side, Grand Master Ye Wen stood with his hands behind his hands. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he naturally heard something with his hearing.

"This bastard!"

…

"Master's fist is really amazing. If I can practice it to this level, I won't be invincible."

Liang Ting said with fiery eyes: "Senior Brother, it seems that we need to find an opportunity to compete with the people from those martial arts schools."

Huang Dunliang glared and said, "Be honest and just compete among yourself. What if you cause trouble with other martial arts schools?"

"My own people are boring!"

"Oh? Then I can practice with you?"

Huang Dunliang said with a joking expression.
To be continued...