Here is Huang Yiping, vice president of the Jingwu Association.
Unlike Chao Teng, Liao Rihui, Master Liang and others, Huang Yiping does not open a martial arts gym on East Street. His martial arts gym is on the west bank of Qiandeng Lake. It is said that he rarely participates in the disputes on martial arts street. Last time, Master Liang and others decided to come to Endeavor Hall. He had no idea about playing in the gym.
Lin Yue walked out of the back hall and saw Huang Yiping sitting on an armchair for entertaining guests, looking at the eight characters on the north wall that read "Be honest with oneself and cultivate oneself with integrity, be morally honest and sincere" and nod his head repeatedly.
"President Huang."
"Master Lin." Huang Yiping got up from his armchair and returned the greeting with clasped fists.
Lin Yue smiled and waved: "Sit."
Huang Yiping walked to another arm chair, then shook the hem of his robe and sat back in his original position.
Gao Lei came out of the back hall with a tea tray. He first served tea to the guests, said to Chairman Huang, please use it, then served tea to the master, and then left with the tea tray.
Lin Yue took advantage of tea time to look at Huang Yiping. He was wearing a robe and a mandarin jacket, with a pair of round cloth shoes underneath. The melon skin cap on his head just covered the tips of his cheekbones. In addition, there were chiseled lines and wrinkles on his cheeks. He was silent. He looked very serious at the time.
He was sizing up Huang Yiping, and Huang Yiping was also sizing up him.
"The calligraphy on the north wall was written by Master Lin?"
Lin Yue nodded: "Yes."
"Good words."
"President Huang also studies calligraphy?"
"Practice martial arts to strengthen your body, practice calligraphy to cultivate your mind, and teach you karma to build your moral character. Okay, okay."
"President Huang is grateful." Lin Yue said modestly: "I wonder what President Huang has to say when he comes to Endeavor Hall this time?"
"I don't dare to accept the order, I don't dare to accept it." Huang Yiping said that he didn't dare to accept the order: "I came to Master Lin this time to express my gratitude for visiting him."
"President Huang is polite. Even without Lin Yue, Jinshan wouldn't be able to do well with that group of people. Endeavor Hall just happened to meet them."
"Master Lin is being humble." Huang Yiping said with a smile: "I have another purpose here today. In a few days, it will be the Gregorian New Year. The Jingwu Club will hold a banquet in Jinlou and invite the leaders of various sects and martial arts schools in Foshan to discuss it. As usual, Mr. Fu, who was the former deputy director of the Guangdong and Guangxi Martial Arts Museum, will also participate. I hope Master Lin can be there to talk about it."
As he spoke, Huang Yiping took out a very formal invitation and pushed it in front of Lin Yue: "This is the invitation."
Lin Yue looked at the neat calligraphy on the cover and felt quite complicated.
At first, no one showed up when he delivered the letter, and he just stuffed it under the door. Later, he failed to kick out the gym and isolated him and alienated him. Now he defeated Jinshan Zhao, helped the people of Foshan save their face, and also allowed those boxers who were injured by Jinshan Zhao to have their own lives. At the bottom of the steps, his attitude changed 180 degrees. Who is delivering the message now? He is the vice-president of the Jingwu Association, which is already top-notch treatment.
Huang Yiping came here not only to show respect, but also to win over.
He is from Hong Kong, but his ancestral home is Chaozhou, and Huang Yiping is from Chaoshan. He is good at Nanzhi Boxing. It is not an exaggeration to say that the two are from the same hometown. After President Li decided to kick the team out, Huang Yiping came out to make peace, which was regarded as a three-point promotion for Lin Yue and gave both sides a step down.
Sure enough, using Jinshan to find a conflict with the Wuguan Street boxer brought him great benefits.
In fact, the Jingwu Association sent Huang Yiping here not only to ease the relationship between the two parties, but also to have a bigger plot - Mr. Fu attended the Jinlou New Year Banquet, which can be said to be the highest-level gathering in Guangdong and Guangxi. He was invited Go, which shows that everyone recognizes him as a member of the Southern Boxing system. In this way, his identity is a successor of Wing Chun that is highly respected and recognized by his fellow practitioners. As a master who has defeated the northern boxer Jin Shan, his joining can not only strengthen the Southern Boxing school The strength can also enhance the prestige of Jingwu Association.
He is very aware of President Li's people's plans, but he doesn't care about it. Phase three of the task is to improve relations with them. Judging from the current situation, as long as he attends the Jinlou New Year's banquet and settles the old scores, he should be able to finished.
"good."
Lin Yue pulled the invitation in front of him: "President Huang, please inform all comrades that I will definitely attend."
Huang Yiping put down the tea cup, stood up and handed over his hands: "Very good, very good, then let's meet at the Jinlou?"
Lin Yue returned the gift with his hands raised: "See you at Jinlou."
"Haha." Huang Yiping said: "Master Lin's time is precious, so I won't interrupt you anymore. I'll say goodbye."
"Walk slowly."
Lin Yue sent Huang Yiping to the door, turned around and sat down in the armchair. He glanced at the invitation on the table and tapped it with his fingers.
Mr. Fu.
Mr. Fu.
The Five Tigers went to Jiangnan...
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1936, the beginning of the new year.
Golden Tower.
There is a Gonghelou restaurant in Yingshazui, Foshan. The interior is covered with gold, so everyone calls it Jinlou. It is the first restaurant in Guangdong with an elevator. It is said that the prince can enter and eunuchs can exit. It is really a cave of ecstasy and a tomb of heroes.
There is a reason why the Jingwu Association chose this place to host a banquet for their martial arts colleagues. It was a conversation in this hall that prompted the Five Tigers to go to the south of the Yangtze River and kicked off the journey of northern boxers to the south to pass on their skills. Since then, Jingwu has Every year, the martial arts association holds a banquet in Jinlou to talk about the major events that happened that year and exchange martial arts training experiences. Some senior masters will also take this opportunity to introduce their favorite students to everyone, so as to ask for support from their colleagues.
This time is different from previous years. In previous years, the Jinlou Banquet usually took place around the Lunar New Year, but this time it was earlier than the Gregorian New Year. This made some people who are very sensitive to troubles have doubts and wondered what happened this year and why they broke the convention.
At midnight, a rickshaw stopped in front of the Jinlou. Lin Yue paid the money and walked towards the gate of the Jinlou.
As soon as I entered the door, I was hit by the fragrant breeze and the golden and green colors reflected each other.
Women wearing cheongsams and windbreakers sit behind beaded curtains or small windows. Some are smoking, some are holding pipa, erhu and other musical instruments, and some are holding handkerchiefs. They don't know what they are saying to the people sitting next to them.
Lin Yue refused the greeting from the receptionist in the front hall and went up to the second floor with eyes that either recognized him or did not recognize him.
There were several young officers waiting outside the venue reserved by the Jingwu Association. He handed the post out. The leader's face changed slightly when he saw the name, and ordered someone to lead him inside.
Walking along the corridor, what you see is a large room. There are several women sitting on the upper stage holding musical instruments, and men in costumes in front are singing Kunqi opera.
There were several tea tables under the table, and martial arts masters were sitting on the chairs around them. Almost everyone was accompanied by a woman.
Lin Yue opened the bead curtain and walked in. Several people turned around when they heard the movement at the door. When they saw him, someone stood up and handed over their hands: "Master Lin."
Lin Yue stopped with a smile, returned the greetings one by one, and then followed the clerk along the corridor.
There was a burst of chatter from the audience.
"Is he the man from Endeavor Hall? He looks so young and good-looking, less than thirty, right?"
"I heard that no one in Wuguan Street is him..."
"Shhh."
The voices above stopped.
After a while, a sighing sound came: "I don't know which sister will be lucky tonight..."
Lin Yue seemed not to have heard the discussion in the lobby. He walked through the corridor and walked up the stairs and entered the private room on the left.
The director of Jingwu Association closed the door and went out.
After about three seconds of silence, Huang Yiping, who was sitting near the door, stood up and said, "Master Lin is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, President Li stood up slowly, smiling and clasping his fists.
Lin Yue also saw an acquaintance at the table, it was Ip Man, yes, it was Universe Dan.
"Junior Brother Lin."
He didn't look out of place at all and said hello with a smile.
If others still had doubts about the words "Wing Chun Authentic" at the beginning, after Wu Zhongsu was defeated and left the Endeavor Hall, no one dared to question his identity.
It is their business for the successors of Wing Chun to fight for orthodoxy within themselves. In the eyes of outsiders, Liang Bi’s disciple said that he is an authentic Wing Chun disciple and there is nothing to criticize. Now at the New Year’s banquet hosted by the Ching Wu Association, Ip Man calls him his junior disciple. It's just a statement------I don't agree with Wu Zhongsu's visit to kick the club, and I won't be aggressive about who is the orthodox one.
Huang Yiping whispered on the side: "In previous years, Wu Zhongsu attended the gathering as the representative of the descendants of Wing Chun. I don't know why this year it was replaced by Ip Man."
Lin Yue knew what he meant by that. It seemed that Ye Wen was here for him. Otherwise, with Wu Zhongsu's temper, he might not be able to enjoy today's banquet.
If Ip Man knew that "he" came to Foshan from HK just to defeat him and make his fellow disciples feel bad, I don't know how he would feel.
Of course, Lin Yue would not be so superficial.
"Senior Brother Ye, he has never visited Foshan since he came to Foshan..."
"Hey." Ye Wen made a gesture that you can understand without saying much: "There is no need to talk about this kind of thing."
In terms of their inheritance, it is true that the two are senior brothers, but the grievances and grievances of the previous generation are quite troublesome. And there is a person like Wu Zhongsu who has never changed from the past. How will the two get along after meeting?
You know, a lot of people are staring at them.
beat? That is the battle of orthodoxy.
Have a good drink and talk? That is Ye Wenwu, the senior brother, with his elbows turned outward.
Therefore, for Ip Man, keeping a distance and tacitly communicating is the best state. Now that the Jingwu Association invites people from the Wing Chun sect to attend the New Year banquet, why should they give face to Mr. Fu and the Guangdong boxers? Then consider Lin One of the focal points of the Jump Club, who in the Wing Chun school would not be embarrassed?
The answer is obvious.
Lin Yue smiled at Ye Wen and looked at the two people at the top of the round table. Since he entered the room, the two people had not moved at all, which made him think more.
Judging from Ye Wen's attendance, today's banquet was definitely not the Hongmen Banquet, but judging from the facial expressions of the two people, things were very different from what he expected.
