President Li, Huang Yiping and others know the essence of the retreat ceremony, but the ordinary boxers in Guangdong and Guangxi do not know. As Ding Lianshan said, taking the spread of southern boxing to the north as an opportunity, we cannot act too hastily to resist Japan and save the nation. Otherwise, I am afraid that we will have to
Being involved in the political struggle between the central army and local warlords is just like the rapid decline of the Guangdong and Guangxi martial arts museums. Judging from the current situation, it is still a matter of business and discussion in the world.
Therefore, what is discussed here is more in the realm of Chinese martial arts and martial arts than ideas.
Lin Yue said: "In your eyes, this cake is a martial arts world, and the martial arts world is divided into north and south. But in my eyes, this cake is not for sharing, but for making."
As he spoke, he picked up the plate with the cake and handed it to Gong Baosen: "The bigger the heart, the bigger the stage. Mr. Gong, I want to ask you, do you want to be the person who makes the cake, or do you want to be the one who divides the cake?"
people?"
One sentence stopped Gong Baosen from asking.
He asked Lin Yue a question, and Lin Yue answered his question with a new question.
Making a cake and dividing a cake are thousands of miles apart.
"That's a good question." Gong Baosen looked at the cakes piled into a pyramid on the plate: "Gong has been fighting for his whole life, and only in the end did he realize that he couldn't answer your question."
If his answer is a pie divider, he will naturally fall behind. If his answer is a pie maker and regards martial arts as a piece of pie, then he will establish the Chinese Warriors Association in the north to compete with the Jingwu Association in the south, and merge the Xingyimen and the Jingwu Association in the south.
The Bagua Sect has become a joke since it led the Five Tigers to Jiangnan.
There was silence in the hall.
The literate people were surprised by Lin Yue's vision and structure. The uneducated people looked at the excitement and didn't understand what "making cakes" and "distributing cakes" meant, but it was obvious that Gong Baosen, who ate more salt, was outshined by the one who walked less.
Master Lin was stumped.
Gong Er grabbed the window lattice and moved closer to the front.
Lao Jiang said: "Second Miss, do you understand those words? Why don't I understand them at all?"
Gong Er didn't say anything. He looked at Lin Yue's profile and his eyes were wandering. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Gong Baosen caught the pie plate: "Gong has been winning all his life, but I never thought I would lose to you in the golden basin. Mr. Lin, today I will give you my reputation. I hope you can carry on your current ambition and walk a path."
It’s a road that has not been traveled by our predecessors, so don’t be like us old guys and stick to the old ways and be complacent.”
After saying this, he raised his hands and clasped his fists.
Lin Yue returned the gift with his hand in hand.
Amidst applause and cheers, Gong Baosen turned around and walked outside. This retreat ceremony was initially staged as a drama, but after meeting his senior brother Ding Lianshan and learning about Ma Sanliu's immediate defeat,
He put away his contempt and arrogance, and the result was... he was convinced that he lost this competition.
President Li, Mr. Fu and others breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone hanging in their hearts fell to the ground. Huang Yiping whispered beside him that caring is chaos. Many people have forgotten that Master Lin has learned both Chinese and Western skills not only in martial arts, but also in culture.
, in terms of knowledge and vision, how many people in Jinlou can compare with him?
"Master Lin, you did a great job."
"Master Lin, congratulations."
"Master Lin, well done."
"..."
Lin Yue walked under the "Republic" sign and clasped his fists at the boxers from Guangdong and Guangxi who were attending the ceremony. When he glanced at the window lattice on the left, he looked at the face of the woman on the other side of the glass for a while.
Although there was no communication, silence was better than sound at this time.
…
Ten minutes later, a corner of the Golden Building.
Uncle Jiang took the envelope and looked at the wet ink on it, with "solemn" written all over his old face.
"The Gong family has never lost. If my father loses in terms of ideas, then I will win back in terms of martial arts."
"Second Miss, this is absolutely impossible. The old man would not agree to your coming here. If..."
If he didn't say the following content.
The horse failed three times and Gong Baosen lost. If even the second young lady was defeated by Lin, it would be a heavy blow to the reputation of the Gong family. Even the old man would be ridiculed and could not afford to lose.
Gong Er said: "Old Jiang, do you have so little confidence in me?"
Old Jiang hesitated.
"Senior brother knew that I was coming. Before leaving Foshan, he asked someone to forward a letter to me." Gong Er stared at Lao Jiang's eyes for a while and said, "Go quickly."
Lao Jiang pondered for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he took the letter and left.
Gong Er looked at his retreating back and took a deep breath.
…
Three days later, the Jingwu Conference Hall.
The letter was placed on the table without opening it, and there was no need to open it, because Uncle Deng had just received the news that the second young lady of the Gong family had reserved the entire place and held a Overlord's Night Banquet in the Jinlou, waiting for Lin Yue to attend the meeting alone.
"Gong Baosen is a master of martial arts. Ma San got his strength. His set of Xingyi boxing beat all the invincible fighters in the Northeast. My daughter got his softness. She is the only descendant of the Sixty-Four Hands. She can't guard against the hidden flower at the bottom of the leaf."
"My understanding of southern boxing is still better than Ma San's."
Good wood is hard to find. Before the round table in the meeting hall could be replaced, Mr. Rui touched the gap in the round table and spoke highly of the second young lady of the Gong family.
It's nothing more than what he said. Although there are some female boxers in the martial arts world, those with a level as high as Gong Er's can be said to be rare. Even Yim Wing Chun, the founder of the Wing Chun school, is not as good as Gong Er at the age of 20.
Two.
"A woman holds a Overlord's Night Banquet in Jinlou just to have a real fight with you, to clear the name of the Gong family, and to find a way for her father. If you win in this kind of thing, that's what you should lose.
Even if you lose to a woman, you will lose all your face."
Uncle Deng held the glazed cigarette holder and took a drag: "This woman is not simple. Master Lin, you have to think carefully about whether to go to the banquet tonight."
Chairman Li and Huang Yiping remained silent. In fact, they felt extremely unhappy. It was just a performance, so why did it cause so much discomfort?
First, Wu Zhongsu tried to push Ip Man to the top and besieged Lin Yue. Then, Gong Baosen temporarily added a scene to increase the difficulty of the competition. Finally, a competitive little girl made a fight to maintain the Gong family's undefeated record.
What are everyone thinking about?
"You said...does the old man of the Gong family know about this?" Master Liang of the Qinglong Martial Arts School asked a very critical question.
Huang Yiping said: "I probably don't know."
There was a burst of discussion around the round table, and most people agreed. Because in the earlier retirement ceremony, Gong Baosen admitted that he had lost in public. People of that generation should not cheat. Moreover, President Li, Huang Yiping and others are very
He knew that defeat was exactly what Gong Baosen wanted, so that he could give Lin Yue his reputation.
In other words, Gong Er is making his own decisions.
Master Liao suggested: "Should we inform Mr. Gong about this?"
Lin Yue waved his hand: "No need to bother, it's just right. I also want to take this opportunity to see the Gong family's sixty-four moves."
Brother Yong said: "Can you do it?"
"This kind of thing has to be done even if it doesn't work." Lin Yuexin said that she had spent so much effort just for Gong Er. Now that the opportunity had come, of course she had to "face the difficulties."
Brother Yong glanced at the third sister: "Bagua is a dirty trick, be careful, don't get the ancestral hall demolished."
"Hahaha……"
There was a burst of laughter in the room.
…
night.
The candlelight flickers and the sandalwood scent lingers.
The performer in the front hall was singing, and the song was "Sigh at the Fifth Watch", which was languid, lingering and pathos.
Lin Yue looked at Gong Er.
Gong Er also looked at him.
The two of them looked at each other for almost a minute, but neither of them moved.
"Three days ago, my father gave you his reputation. Today, as a daughter, I naturally have to do something for the Gong family. Mr. Lin, how about we start from here."
"good."
Gong Er glanced at the magnificence behind him with some regret: "What a pity for the exquisiteness of this house."
Lin Yue then looked at the surrounding environment and said with a smile: "If I break something, I lose."
In the entire Golden Building, this area has the most complex terrain and the most furniture decorations. It seems that Gong Er has done his homework in advance.
He gives the impression to the outside world that he is an "authentic Wing Chun", but in the past, in order to seek quick results in battles, he preferred boxing and Muay Thai, which are known for their speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, to deliver the final blow, or key assists.
Wing Chun, Bagua Zhang, Tai Chi, Xing Yi Quan, Hong Quan, Li Jia Quan... These boxing techniques have very high requirements and training methods for footwork and body skills. Boxing and Muay Thai are relatively simple and crude.
There are many, every move and every move is aimed at knocking down the opponent, there are not too many tricks, and the arena is relatively flat, so there is no need to worry about surrounding obstacles that will affect your performance.
Now, Gong Er found a room with a small space and a lot of pots and pans to fight in. This was because he made a targeted arrangement after understanding his fighting style.
Gong Er walked to the place near the door, with his right hand in front and his left hand behind, with his palms facing inward, his legs as if they were scissored, his energy was concentrated and his energy was as if he was walking loosely.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Bagua Youshen Zhang.
Walking is like wading through mud, and moving is like a monkey.
Lin Yue did not follow Gong Er's parade, but moved his eyes slightly, turned his body slightly, and crossed his protective hands on his chest.
This is a starting position that the Wing Chun school has never had before.
Gong Er took a few more steps, his eyes trembled, and he crossed his palms. He lifted the palm of his right hand to attack the side of Lin Yue's face, and pierced the palm of his left hand to prepare for the attack.
For ordinary people, Gong Er's offensive was basically in a blind spot, but when Lin Yue put it here, the field of view seemed to be much wider. Seeing this, he twisted his waist, pushed his right hand guard outward, and turned his left hand guard one square inward.
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Snap~
Snap~
Snap~
The hands intertwined and the sound continued.
In just a few breaths, the two of them exchanged several moves.
Gong Er stepped forward and turned sideways, walking like an axis with his waist, hooking and hitting with both palms.
Lin Yue plowed the circle with his left hand and Tai Chi with his right hand. He opened his palm and leaned against it.
Gong Er hurriedly retracted his palms to defend himself, stood on his toes to bear the pressure, jumped backwards, and dispelled the force of the attack.
Lin Yue galloped forward, exerting his strength on the long bridge in the middle line, chasing the wind and the moon without holding back.
Seeing that his opponent was taking the initiative and fighting was futile, Gong Er suddenly retreated and pointed his toes again. He fluttered his wings like a bird, jumped onto the railing of the corridor, turned around with his hands on the pillar, and kicked his long legs towards the door.
"Good form."
Lin Yue praised him, blocked with his left hand guard, blocked with his right hand, struck hard with a short bridge, and hit Gong Er's sole.
As she pushed forward with all her strength, her energy suddenly dispersed. She let go of her hand holding the pillar, and her body fell out.
This is not the cleverness and cleverness shown in the movie when facing Ip Man, because compared to Ip Man, Lin Yue is much more powerful. Gong Er wants to win with his agile body skills and moves, but in the face of vision and body control
Director Lin, whose strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, was finally forced to compete with his own strength.
The faces of Lao Jiang and others who were watching the battle from a distance changed drastically. With Gong Er's skills, if he was prepared, he would be fine if he fell from a high place to the stairs. But in the current situation, he was knocked away by Lin Yue's force, and his posture was not good.
Chapter completed!