Hey, why is it her?
Lin Yue got up from the chair: "Miss Zhang, why are you here?"
The woman in cheongsam withdrew her gaze and looked at Lin Yue: "What? Can't I come?"
"That's not what I meant." Lin Yue said, "I thought you had returned to Guangzhou."
"My father and sister insisted on keeping me here for a few more days, so they were in no hurry to go back."
Zhang Yonghua.
It was the mother of the little girl who asked Lin Yue for toffee on the train. In fact, she had another identity - Zhang Yongcheng's sister.
The feeling of déjà vu at that time came from the impression of the movie characters. The difference is that Zhang Yonghua in the series of movies was not yet twenty years old, and here he was already married.
"Oh." Lin Yue nodded and asked her to sit in the armchair next to her: "You sit down first, and I'll make tea."
Zhang Yonghua nodded and watched Lin Yue's back disappear into the back hall. He glanced to the side and looked at the three children who were studying on the wooden table.
When she looked over, the two children were also looking at her. They seemed surprised that a female guest came to Endeavor Hall today, and she was quite beautiful.
"Concentrate on your reading." When Lin Yue came out with the tea tray, he noticed the two students looking at her without blinking and pretended to be angry.
The two children quickly turned back and continued practicing writing.
Lin Yue walked over and handed the tea cup to Zhang Yonghua. She said thank you, looked at the three children in front of her and said, "Don't Endeavor Hall teach martial arts in the morning and study essays in the afternoon? Why..."
Lin Yue understood what this meant. In order not to disturb him in teaching the children to read, she deliberately chose to come here in the morning. Unexpectedly, she bumped into the muzzle of the gun.
"They joined late and struggled to learn. I'm thinking of asking them to come early and give them extra lessons if I have time."
"Lin Yue, you are so kind-hearted. In fact, my sister and I also thought about teaching children to read before, but later gave up due to various reasons."
Lin Yue sat down on the chair next to him, took a sip of tea and said, "Where is Xin'er?"
Zhang Yonghua said: "Xin'er is studying painting with Azhun at her sister's house."
Thinking of that little girl who didn't recognize life at all, Lin Yue couldn't help but smile.
"Miss Zhang, come here today..."
"Let's see if you can't do it?" Zhang Yonghua said and shook his head: "You are now a famous person in Foshan. I remember back then I recommended you to go to the Wing Chun Martial Arts School at the foot of Xiqiao Mountain to learn boxing."
She seemed a little embarrassed about her original advice to him to go to Xiqiao Mountain to learn Wing Chun. After all, everyone knew that he was promoting Wing Chun as an authentic school, and he even defeated the owner of the East Street Martial Arts School. Now everyone is speculating about him and Ip Man. If there is a fight, who will be the winner.
Lin Yue joked half-seriously: "You're not helping your brother-in-law to find out about my truth, are you?"
Zhang Yonghua quickly shook his head and denied: "No, yesterday I had dinner with my sister and brother-in-law, and we talked about this matter during the dinner. I said that I took a train with you, and we talked all the way, but my sister just made a few jokes. , did not discuss this matter in depth.”
Lin Yue thought to himself that Ye Wen could really sit still.
"I came here to see you because I am going back to Guangzhou tomorrow. Let's say goodbye before leaving. I don't know if we will see you again in the future."
Why does this sound so sad?
Lin Yue was about to say something when two young men in Tsing Yi suddenly rushed into the door.
"Master Lin, is Master Lin here?"
Lin Yue stood up and said, "I am."
"Please accept us as your disciples." said the young man with a Chinese-character face.
Lin Yue looked at the two people with expressions on their faces. In fact, he had thought that something like this would happen after he had secured the masters of the martial arts gym the day before yesterday. You must know that the reputation of opening a martial arts gym is very important, otherwise Jinshan will not come as soon as possible. In Foshan, he kicked people around and beat them up. Now that people in Foshan realize that he does have real talents, they will naturally attract a group of people who want to learn martial arts to become his disciples.
Although opening a martial arts gym is forced by the system, judging from the two-stage tasks, the tasks surrounding the martial arts gym should continue. It would be good to recruit a few disciples. At least they can serve tea, receive guests, and sweep the house. Sweeping the backyard or something.
Seeing his hesitation, another young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes became more decisive and knelt down with a thud: "Master, just accept us."
Lin Yue smiled and looked at Zhang Yonghua: "I haven't seen anyone come to be my master in the past two days. As soon as you came to the door, someone immediately called me master."
She chuckled after hearing this: "You mean I brought you good luck."
Just as he finished speaking, before Lin Yue could say anything, he suddenly heard a soft sound outside, and a black wooden stick as thick as an arm appeared in his field of vision.
Duo~
There was another soft sound.
The wooden stick moved forward a foot, and there was another person in the sunshine outside the door.
The man looked to be in his fifties, wearing a gray robe, his hair was trimmed very short, his temples were shaved deeply inward, and his forehead looked like a "Y" character.
Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, wondering how he could be provoked.
The young man standing next to him didn't know the identity of the person at the door. He only knew that the person who came was not good, and the good person never came.
And Zhang Yonghua...she no longer knew what to say.
She recognized him.
Ip Man's senior brother, Chen Huashun, was his disciple Wu Zhongsu.
Is it a good thing for two young people to come to become a disciple? Is it a good thing for Wu Zhongsu to come to Endeavor Hall with a long stick?
Zhang Yonghua thought of the conversation between the two people just now, and their expressions were a little unnatural.
Little did she know that Lin Yue really wanted to say thank you to her. For her, it was not a good thing to have someone as her disciple. It was to have people who were dissatisfied come to challenge her. Wu Zhongsu definitely didn't come here to reminisce about old times. Considering the fact that he was Chen Huashun's disciple, It is conceivable that he must be here to play.
"I heard that you told others that you were an authentic Wing Chun practitioner?" He asked in a questioning tone.
"That's right." Lin Yue said, "I am an authentic Wing Chun practitioner."
Duo~
Wu Zhongsu touched the ground with the long stick in his hand and stepped across the threshold with both feet: "Who gave you the courage to say such things?"
Lin Yue smiled and turned his face to glance at Zhang Yonghua, who was at a loss in the armchair.
"Miss Zhang, can you help me bring the students into the back hall?"
Wu Zhongsu came here with a long stick. He didn't need to think too much. He must work hard on the six-thirty stick technique. The weapon's killing range was relatively large. He was worried about scaring the three children.
Zhang Yonghua stood up, glanced at Wu Zhongsu with a complicated expression, and said to Lin Yue: "Be careful." After that, he followed his instructions and took the three children back. The two young people who had apprenticed before also consciously stepped back. In the corner, he looked at the two of them with excitement.
Wu Zhongsu studied under Chen Hua Shun, so he is naturally an authentic Wing Chun practitioner. Lin Yue also said that he is an authentic Wing Chun practitioner.
As for who is the authentic one, the one who fell down must not have the shame to say that he is the authentic one.
Lin Yue walked to the place where the wooden man stakes and sandbags were placed, took the long stick placed in the corner, and walked to the opposite side of Wu Zhongsu.
"Ng Chung Su, learned from Foshan Chan Hua Shun, the sixth generation successor of Wing Chun."
"Lin Yue, my teacher is Liang Bi."
"Liang Bi? Humph!"
This name was like a pot of gasoline poured on the flame, instantly igniting the anger in Wu Zhongsu's heart. Others may not know it, but he knew very well that Ip Man received guidance from Guoliangbi when he was young, and regarded it as an act of betrayal of his master. , the two brothers also had a bad time because of this.
In Wu Zhongsu's view, Liang Bi's random modifications to Wing Chun, including short bridges, high legs, and throwing those messy things with his hands, led to the discord between father and son and brotherly disharmony. In the end, he couldn't survive in Foshan and had to go to HK to make a living. Under this kind of punishment which is almost equivalent to exile, what qualifications does Liang Bi have to compete with Chen Huashun for orthodoxy? What's even worse is that he actually wants to pry the master's corner and take away Ip Man, a very talented disciple. But unfortunately, Ip Man He is a person who respects his teachers and respects his teachings, but that person's calculations have failed.
What now? When one plan fails, another one comes up? The matter of robbing apprentices failed and they sent people to fight for legitimacy? Why is he so shameless?
"What do you want to say?" Although Lin Yue didn't have deep feelings for Liang Bi, at least his Wing Chun skills came from an old man. Now that Wu Zhongsu looked disrespectful, he still felt a little unhappy.
Wu Zhongsu said with a sullen face: "If I were him, I would definitely not let my apprentice come back here, so as not to be embarrassed and ridiculed by others."
For people like him, the word "authentic" is as important as his face.
Lin Yue didn't say much. He pressed the head of the stick, stepped forward, and stabbed Wu Zhongsu with the stick. Even if his opponent was over fifty years old, he still wanted to teach this guy with no moral integrity a lesson.
The gun and stick arrived.
Wu Zhongsu lowered his waist and moved his horse, thrusting his arms through his arms. He picked up the stick and knocked the head of the incoming stick away with one move. He twisted around and used the long stick with all his strength. He performed three moves in a row: picking, spearing and cutting.
The first thing that comes up is the unique trick in the six-thirty stick method, Ziwu's teasing of the Yin stick.
Lin Yue slid his hands back, exerted force on his wrists, and danced the stick into a fan, blocking the incoming long stick from the opposite side.
The two sticks intersected, and there was a snap. The stick body trembled violently, and I almost wanted to let go.
Wu Zhongsu changed his stick into a cutting stick and swept it towards Lin Yue's wrist.
Lin Yue let go of his hand to relieve his strength, raised his toes, picked up the long stick and caught it in his hand, and struck forward fiercely with the two-handed stick, forcing Wu Zhongsu to take three steps back.
Bang.
Bang.
Pa~
Sticks and sticks, sticks and the ground kept colliding.
Above the front hall, the shadow of the stick was flying and its body was shaking wildly. The two young men and Zhang Yonghua behind the curtain were terrified.
The two fought back and forth for more than ten rounds, and Lin Yue gradually gained the upper hand. However, he knew very well that Wu Zhongsu was really good at it. The current situation was not won by stick skills alone, but by his superior vision and speed.
Today...that's it for now.
He made a decision in his heart, his eyes were slightly cold, and the stick in his hand changed.
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