"In that sparring session half a year ago, Lin Yue let himself off. I only learned about this from Yongcheng after you left. Therefore, I am not his opponent."

The whole place was in an uproar.

Why do you think people compete behind closed doors? Isn't it just that they don't want people to know the results?

In order to stop you from constantly picking on Lin Yue, Ip Man told you the results of the competition. It's good for you. You are in high spirits. In order to help Ip Wen rise, he ran to surround others. After failing, he came here again to act wild and told people that Ip Wen was strong.

After passing Lin Yue, Ip Man was finally forced to admit in public that the last time he won the competition was because of Junior Brother Lin's betrayal. This was tantamount to giving up the title of "Foshan's best fighter" to others.

What a scam, this person is really a scam.

He tricked himself, tricked the Foshan Wing Chun School, and finally tricked Ip Man.

Wu Zhongsu was dumbfounded: "How is that possible? You are lying, right? Are you speaking for him, right? You...you are turning your elbows outward. How can you be worthy of Master's spirit in heaven?"

Ye Wen sighed: "I didn't lie, and I don't dare to lie. Senior brother... stop it. These actions of yours will only bring shame to Master. No matter what you do about joining hands with Mr. Gong,

To this extent, I won’t agree to it.”

"Junior Brother Lin." Ip Man bowed his arms to the ground: "Ip Man is here to apologize to you. Please forgive Wu Zhongsu and the disciples of the Foshan Wing Chun School. We are all descendants of Wing Chun, not enemies."

Huang Yiping looked at the senior brother of the Wing Chun school with a hint of pity in his eyes. They were both Chen Huashun's disciples, so why was there such a big gap?

"Senior Brother Ye." Lin Yue cupped his fists and returned the salute: "As long as they don't make any small moves in the future, I can pretend that what happened today didn't happen. But if it happens again, please don't blame me for not caring about our friendship."

What can he do? Ip Man surrendered in public, and lowered his face to plead for Wu Zhongsu and the Wing Chun people. He is not the kind of hard-hearted person, so he should give Ip Man face and let the situation stop. And if it is really

Killing the Wing Chun sect at this critical juncture would inevitably result in a harsh and ruthless evaluation, which would not be beneficial to his plan to collaborate with Kung Bo Sen in plotting against Gong Er.

Chairman Li glanced at the two young men behind him, and they quickly stepped forward, lifted Wu Zhongsu who was lying on the ground with a dull look on his face, and walked outside.

"Thank you." Ye Wendao thanked Master Liang of Qinglong Martial Arts Hall, Master Liao of Taishan Hall and others, cupping his fists and saying, "The matter of Wing Chun School... makes you laugh, ashamed, ashamed."

If everyone didn't want to see Wu Zhongsu, could they still take away Ip Man's face? They all clasped their fists in return and said comforting words.

"Junior Brother Lin has no objection to joining hands with Mr. Gong. We can just take care of the rest. Ip Man will take the first step and leave."

Ip Man left. Although Wu Zhongsu's actions gave him a great embarrassment and turned the Foshan Wing Chun School into a big joke, with his character, he could not draw a clear line anyway. He would not do it for Wu Zhongsu.

When seeking justice from Lin Yue, he would not stand next to Lin Yue and step on Wu Zhongsu. All he could do was to resolve the grievances as much as possible. As for whether it would succeed, he could only do his best and let fate dictate.

The old man in the Jingwu Association looked at his back and shook his head. When it comes to this kind of thing, no matter how good your kung fu is or how much wealth you have, it's useless. Or as the old saying goes, "Everything goes well when a family is harmonious."

Chairman Li and Huang Yiping were not focused on Ip Man and Wu Zhongsu. They were more concerned about Lin Yue's situation.

Ip Man personally admitted that he was not as good as Lin Yue, which basically confirmed his status as the number one person in Foshan. However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that when encountering key issues, Lin Yue will argue with reason, face difficulties, and be decisive.

He is not stubborn and has a character that can achieve great things.

At this moment, a figure flashed out of the door, and the waiter of Jinlou walked in with a wet look. He ran to Lin Yue and whispered a few words in his ear.

Gong Er is here.

…

In the early morning, a ray of dawn entered my eyes.

The tea was warm, and there was a white-glazed blue and white plate on the table, with two fruits and three cakes inside.

"Your old buddies in the north don't agree with this competition. What seniority are you and what seniority is he? If you let him help you, how much face will you have to give him? Didn't dad often say that this Jianghu matter is not about anyone?

Whoever has high kung fu can cover the sky with one hand. There must be rules in everything. There is reason behind the rules, then human relationships, and finally martial arts. So what if he, surnamed Lin, loses to his senior brother? In the southern martial arts world, there is a wheel.

It’s not his turn to take the lead.”

"Don't be like them. The old people stick to the rules. When will the newcomers come forward? What's more, we are no longer in that era. The meaning of some old rules is to be broken."

"Dad, our Gong family has never failed, and you are here, why should he stand out?"

"You, like my father when he was young, only have eyes for victory and defeat. You have to take a longer view. Only after you have passed the mountains can you see the power of the river. Only when you go down the river can you know how big the sea is. Being a human being is like the sea.

When dealing with rivers, you must be tolerant and tolerant. The threshold of our Gong family is high, but there are no villains."

…

Golden Tower.

He hid his love for children and his heroic deeds.

As evening approached, Lin Yue climbed up the stairs step by step under the weak candlelight.

Countless men and women leaned against the railing and leaned over to watch him walk into the front hall.

There are no dignitaries, no leaders in all walks of life, and there are no young dandies. Today's Jinlou is the Jinlou of Jianghu people.

Uncle Deng looked at him with a smile: "Master Lin, there are also people with temperament in the world. Today, my brother has brought all the colleagues of Jinlou to seal the hall to congratulate you."

Lin Yue looked at the various looks above his head and thought to himself, Gong Baosen and the others were setting up a stage to perform for the people outside.

"Thank you, Uncle Deng, for your love." Lin Yue arched his hand.

Uncle Deng waved the folding fan in his hand: "Please"

Lin Yue didn't say much, and walked up the stairs on the right to the second floor of the Golden Building.

The leader of the troupe smiled and hugged his fists: "Master Lin, on behalf of all the aunts in Jinlou, I would like to congratulate you."

Before the voice could be heard, a pair of narrow golden lotuses stepped lightly down the stairs. When they were still two meters away from Lin Yue, the third sister slapped the railing, turned over and jumped out, landing firmly on the ground.

"Third sister is the head of our Jingban Liaokou sister-in-law. She knows how to do Baguazhang and would like to ask Master Lin for advice."

Lin Yue glanced at the onlookers, smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand behind his back and said, "Please."

Guangdong and Guangxi are good at martial arts, and Foshan is known as the hometown of martial arts. There are many sects and groups of martial arts schools. Jinlou is the largest gold selling cave in Foshan. How can there be no masters in this dusty place?

Lin Yue wants to represent Guangdong and Guangxi Lianjiazi to compete with Gong Baosen. Of course, Jinlou needs to give him some support.

The character card in Jinlou is to prove to representatives of the Guangzhou Jingwu Association, Shanghai Jingwu Association, and Guangxi boxers that Lin Yue has the strength to go up to the building. Secondly, it can also teach him the essentials of Baguazhang and Xingyiquan through fighting, so that he can fight with each other.

Gong Baosen knew it well before taking action.

"Baguazhang is based on the technique of swordsmanship. A single change of palms is a single sword, and a double change of palms is a double sword. The steps are broken and buckled, and there are sixty-four changes. It is good at attacking from the side."

The third sister swam forward, with a stern look on her face, and stabbed Lin Yue's ribs with a single sword.

Lin Yue walked on a flat horse, with his right hand piercing, drilling, wrapping, and looping, breaking through the incoming palms with great speed. His right leg blocked all movements of the opponent's lower body, and he stepped forward suddenly, with his index finger advancing like a broken bamboo.

Finally, it stopped less than an inch away from the third sister's throat.

One round, just one round.

"Concession."

Lin Yue withdrew his index finger under the complicated gaze of the third sister, turned around and walked upstairs.

The sisters standing on the railing watched him walk into the side hall opposite.

Standing in the side hall is Mr. Rui, the accountant.

"Master Lin, I heard that Master Gong's eldest disciple, Ma San, can't hold his hand under your hand."

Lin Yue cupped his fists and said, "I took advantage of him yesterday."

"that's humble……"

Mr. Rui said: "The third sister has already taken action. I am an old man who has nothing to do. Why don't I come out and join in the fun, Master He Lin?"

Lin Yue said: "Please enlighten me."

Mr. Rui put up a posture: "Xingyiquan, with Yue Fei as its founder, it is said to take off the gun and use it as a fist. Drill! Split! Horizontal! Cannon! Collapse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward quickly, stepped hard every inch, and struck out with a punch of collapse fist.

Lin Yue moved his palms forward, like a twisted thread. He pressed and stroked with his upper hand, and slapped along the knuckles with his lower hand. Bang, the half-step Bengquan that struck in a straight line missed the direction.

Mr. Rui swayed, stepped back and retracted his move: "Tai Chi? Good skill."

"Concession."

"Xingyi Quan is domineering, Master Lin should be more careful."

Lin Yue nodded, turned around and went up to the first floor, arriving at a room with many mirrors.

There is a person sitting on the round stool next to the round table, the handler in Jinlou's hand, Jin Yong.

Lin Yue stopped and said, "Brother Yong, at such an old age, are you still imitating young people and trying to stand out?"

"Mr. Rui, the loess is buried up to his neck, but I can still show you a few words. Compared with him, I am in the prime of life." Brother Yong stood up as he spoke: "I thought I would have to wait a little longer, but I didn't expect it.

It’s so fast, come on.”

He raised his hands and bent his legs carefully.

Lin Yue said: "A string of firecrackers?"

Brother Yong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "A string of firecrackers."

Lin Yue waved: "Please."

Hearing a loud shout, Brother Yong strode forward and punched out with both fists, full of wind and energy, and fierce moves.

Sinking bridge.

Close the bridge.
To be continued...