Speaking of which, my identity this time can be said to be related to the protagonist of the movie, not in terms of blood relationship, but in terms of teacher-inheritance relationship.
Ip Man’s master is called Chen Huashun, and Chen Huashun’s master is called Liang Zan. Liang Zan had a son named Liang Bi, who was also a master of Wing Chun. When he was a child, he had disagreements with his family because he advocated integrating the strengths of various schools to improve Wing Chun, and he left Hong Kong in anger.
When Ip Man was young, he went to HK to study. He was fortunate enough to be mentored by Liang Bi and benefited a lot. After returning to Foshan, he even got into trouble with his senior brother because of this incident.
After talking about the relationship between Liang Bi and Ye Wen, let’s talk about his relationship with Liang Bi.
According to the identity set for him by the system, his name has not been changed. Lin Yue, whose ancestral home is in Chaozhou, followed his father to the HK dock to make a living when he was a child. When he was ten years old, he became a teacher of Liang Bi by chance and studied Wing Chun for two years. During this period, Liang Bi He has always used Ip Man to motivate his apprentices, saying that Ip Man is the student he admires most in his life, with high talent, high understanding, and diligence.
The disciples all know that Liang Bi and Chen Huashun have a bad relationship. If the master Liang Zan had not favored the latter, the former would not have gone away in anger. Now Liang Bi keeps praising an outsider and belittling one of his own in front of the disciples, which makes everyone very upset. Dissatisfied, there is a fire in my heart.
You must know that no matter how talented Ip Man is and how good his boxing skills are, he will not say to outsiders that he is Liang Bi's apprentice, but will only say that he learned from Foshan Chen Huashun.
Children are most easily influenced by adults. Lin Yue in this world has been determined to defeat Ip Man since he was ten years old, and was recognized by Liang Bi. Unfortunately, Liang Bi died when he was thirteen years old.
In the next ten years, his father opened a fish stall in the seafood market. While helping at home, he continued to practice Wing Chun. In 1935, he had conflicts with his family because of his martial arts training, and he learned from his fellow disciples that Ip Man was living in seclusion in Foshan. He left Hong Kong angrily and took a train to Foshan to look for him.
He felt that he had been working hard and studying hard every day for seventeen years, and he was already the best among his brothers. Now when he goes to Foshan, he will definitely be able to defeat Ip Man, so as to relieve his obsession and comfort Liang Bi's spirit in heaven.
He is brave and fierce, obsessed with winning or losing. In Lin Yue's view, in the current world, he has already lost before he even meets Ip Man. With such a mentality, he would not even be qualified to be an excellent boxer if he were to become a grandmaster.
Woo~
There was another whistle, and the black smoke emitted by the turbine drifted away in the wind. A little girl in a Western skirt attracted his attention. Seeing her fixedly looking at the toffee on the table, he took out a few pieces and handed them over. .
The little girl was not afraid of strangers. She said "Thank you, uncle" in a sweet voice, and happily took the pieces of candy and put them into her dress pocket. Her smiling eyebrows were full of innocence.
"The child is naughty, so I didn't bother you." A woman dressed in a purple shawl and carrying a white leather bag came over and confessed to him.
Lin Yue waved his hand: "Is your daughter?"
The woman smiled and nodded, looking dotingly at the little girl holding toffee and gnawing on it like a squirrel eating melon seeds.
Lin Yue said: "Very cute."
"Thank you." The woman sat down on the seat next to her: "Are you going to Foshan?"
"right."
"Visiting relatives?"
"Business."
"oh."
"And you?"
"Visiting relatives."
"So, you are very familiar with Foshan."
"You could say that."
"Then do you know the martial arts street?"
"You mean Dongdajie, right?"
"right."
"Looking for the martial arts school street, do you want to learn boxing?"
"That's right. Do you have any recommendations?"
"I have been married to Guangzhou for several years, and I don't know which martial arts gym is the most famous now. If the Wing Chun martial arts gym at the foot of Xiqiao Mountain is still open, you can go and have a look."
"Wing Chun..." Lin Yue lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head: "I haven't asked for advice yet."
The woman said: "My surname is Zhang."
Sure enough, Lin Yuexin said that no wonder the person in front of him gave him a feeling of déjà vu.
"What about you? What's your name?" The woman hugged the curious little girl into her arms.
"Lin Yue, Shuangmu Lin, jumping jump."
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In the evening, when the train arrived at the station, Lin Yue said goodbye to Miss Zhang, got off the train with his luggage, and followed the surging flow of people out of the station.
East Street is the most prosperous street market in Foshan. In the evening, it is crowded with people. Long robes, mandarin jackets, Chinese tunic suits, linen clothes, suits, black hats... At a glance, all kinds of clothes, old and new, Chinese and foreign, appear like an exhibition. On and off the long road.
Various signboards hang on the exterior walls of shops on both sides, including match shops, preserved meat shops, oil shops, tailor shops, cigarette sellers, soap sellers...
Lin Yue went to the ticket office to exchange some silver coins. After coming out, he bought a few specialty cakes from a roadside stall and ate them as he walked in.
There is a small square at the end of the long street. Rows of rickshaws are parked in the open space. The rickshaw drivers with torn towels draped around their necks are gathering together to talk about something, and from time to time they point out the martial arts gym over there.
Qinglong Martial Arts School, Shaolin Hongquan Martial Arts School, Weiyi Martial Arts School, Taishan Martial Arts School...
There is red silk hanging around the plaque of Taishan Martial Arts Hall, and there are still firecracker fragments on the ground that have not been swept away.
Lin Yue took a bite of the cake and thought that it was a coincidence that he came here. It was just when the plot of "Ip Man" started. I guess in a while, Master Liao from Taishan Hall will go to compete with Ip Man.
He didn't have much thought about this matter, and he didn't have the intention to join in the fun. Now that he has received the memory of Lin Yue in the "Ip Man" world, the most important thing to do is to practice quietly and practice the boxing he learned in the real world. The [Muay Thai] skills obtained in the world of "Detective Chinatown" are slightly mixed with Wing Chun. If you don't do this, if you really want to use Western or Nanyang boxing to compete with others in a place like Foshan, you will be called a traitor. He didn't want to bear this bad reputation, and he couldn't afford it.
He walked around, walked around, because he was fluent in Cantonese and had no problem communicating with the locals. When the sun was about to set, he found a divining liquor store in the corner of the corner. On the window at the door was written With the word sublet on it, it seems that because the location was not good and the business was sluggish, the boss had to give up.
"Boss, are you subletting this store?"
The listless old shopkeeper at the counter raised his head and glanced at him: "Yes."
Lin Yue asked: "What is the sublease price?"
The old man stretched out his scissor hands.
"Two oceans?"
The man suddenly became anxious: "It's 20 yuan. The rent is due in April next year, and there is almost half a year left."
"Twenty yuan for half-year rent? Do you really dare to ask for it? Can you transfer it for ten yuan?"
The old man waved his hands with an arrogant look on his face: "Don't turn around."
"If you don't turn around, forget it." Lin Yue turned around and left.
"Young man, wait a minute." Seeing that he was about to leave, the old man chased him out of the counter: "How about fifteen dollars? No more."
"One price, twelve yuan." Lin Yue had one foot inside the threshold and one foot outside. Seeing that posture, if the boss said anything unpleasant, he would immediately slap his ass and leave.
The old man hesitated for a while, then wiped off the thread stuck to his chest with his hand: "Okay, twelve yuan is twelve yuan."
It has been more than a month since he posted the sublease notice at the door. During this period, only three or two customers asked him during chats. There were basically no people who really wanted to rent the store. Now here comes a young man who is willing to bargain with him. People, there is no reason to let go.
Lin Yue said: "Then write the lease."
The old man didn't expect him to be so straightforward. As he walked into the counter, he asked tentatively: "Young man, I see that you speak and do things neatly. I'm curious, what kind of business do you want to do when you rent this shop?"
"Open a martial arts gym." Lin Yue felt that there was no need to hide it.
"Open a martial arts gym?"
Snapped!
The brush in the old man's hand fell on the counter, and the ink soaked the rice paper.
Why open a martial arts gym in such a bad place? Is there something wrong with this guy’s brain? Who would open a martial arts gym in a spacious and bright place that could be easily seen by passers-by? He was lucky enough to open a martial arts gym in a corner. He really had money to burn.
Of course, this is someone else's business. The old man's idea is very simple, which is to sublet the shop to reduce losses.
Not sure whether he was afraid that Lin Yue would suddenly regret it, or whether he didn't want to stay here any longer, the old man finished writing the lease in a few swipes and handed it over to him for review.
After both parties confirm that it is correct, sign and post payment, the sublease contract is completed. The old man promised to bring people over tomorrow to vacate the store. Lin Yue asked for the location of the store where martial arts equipment such as wooden dummies, weapon stands, and sandbags were made, and took the key out of the drug store.
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Half a month later, Sha Danyuan took his two little brothers to the alley at the corner of Dongda Street, pointed to the shop inside and said: "When someone opens a martial arts gym, who doesn't beat gongs, beat lions and worship the sky around the whole street?" Setting off firecrackers is a good thing for this gym owner. Not to mention that the martial arts gym was opened in a corner, without even a ceremony, and I haven't seen him go to meet his colleagues on the martial arts street for so many days. I really don't know what this person is thinking. Since I lost the bet with the people from the Qinglong Martial Arts School in the teahouse just now, my father often said that a man should keep his word, so today we must explore his true nature and see what kind of boxing he can do and what kind of disciple he has given."
The guy with a deer head and rat eyes next to him took a look at the guy who said the plaque was made of broken wood and said it didn't look like a plaque. He curled his lips and said, "I have never seen a guy who can get along with things like him."
