The speaker has a flat nose, a Chinese character face, and a strong build. He is the master of the martial arts hall, Hong Zhenzi. Standing next to him is a slender man with hands reaching his knees. His name is Yang Zhenjun, who is Hong Zhenzi’s junior brother. In front of them, He is a young man, Hong Gancheng, the adopted son and disciple of Hong Zhenzi.
On the table behind the three of them, there was a plaque with four characters written on it - Authentic Hong Fist.
Hong Gancheng clenched his fists and said: "Chen Kui's Na Pujie, I didn't say a few words to him, but he accepted the challenge. It's okay for Na Pujie to drop his book bag, but when it comes to martial arts, he's still far behind. This time, he is dead."
"Acheng, as a martial arts practitioner, you have to keep the word 'death' on your lips all day long. How unbecoming it is. Remember, this is a martial arts competition. Don't hurt anyone's life until the point is reached." Yang Zhenjun said.
Hong Zhenzi also nodded, smiled coldly, and said: "Acheng, your uncle is right. Just remember the key points and let him lie down for two or three months. Let Hong Zhennan see who is Hong Zhennan." Boxing is authentic.”
Hong Gancheng grinned and said with a smile: "Disciple understands that since Pujie likes reading and does not like to practice martial arts, the beauty of a gentleman is that he will not have to practice martial arts in his life."
Hearing this, Hong Zhenzi said: "There is still one month left before the competition in the ring. Starting tomorrow, you don't have to work at the dock anymore. I will officially teach you the ten skills of Hong Quan."
On the side, Yang Zhenjun couldn't bear it, and said: "Senior brother, if you compete with the same sect, using the Ten Jue Shou, wouldn't it be too..."
"I just want that guy Hong Zhennan to see the ten unique hands of Hong Quan with his own eyes." Hong Zhenzi turned around and looked at the plaque and said, "It's time to hang it up."
…
Lee Tung Street.
It is located in the southern part of Wan Chai District on Hong Kong Island, bounded by Queen's Road East in the south and Johnston Road in the north. It was the first land reclamation obtained. In 1918, the Lee family bought the entire street, hence its name - Lei Tung Street. After the liberation, Most of the people living here are middle and lower class people.
Lee Tung Street is 150 meters long and 9 meters wide. It is slightly curved and has a history of a hundred years. When it was built, there were few vehicles in Wan Chai District, so the street planning was based on human strides. It is 9 meters wide, which is enough to allow neighbors to move freely. There are neat rows of three-story tenement buildings on both sides of the connecting road.
Many tenement buildings still have traces of gunfire and smoke. This place is close to the port and the Admiralty Military Camp. During the war, it was inevitable to be hit by some blind artillery shells.
Building 10.
"Crack!"
Angrily, he slapped the envelope on the table. The word "War Letter" was written on the envelope. Hong Zhennan looked at Chen Kui and said:
"Akui, you are usually so calm, but why are you so confused today? How can you accept this challenge? It's not like you don't understand the rules of the martial arts. I usually ask you to concentrate on practicing, but you refuse to listen, and now you want to succeed. What awe and prestige, you don’t even look at who Hong Gancheng is, you...hey!"
"Uncle Third, I..." Chen Kui instinctively explained something, but he didn't know how to say it. Could he just tell Hong Zhennan that this was not my answer.
"Zhennan, please calm down. Akui, this is for your own good and for Hong Fist's sake."
"What kind of Hongquan is he!" Hong Zhennan was furious when he heard his wife's words. He stood up and pointed at Chen Kui and said, above Hong Zhennan's head, there was a plaque hanging with four characters - Authentic Hongquan.
"Ha...ha..." As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Zhennan clutched his chest, gasped, stumbled, took a step back, and held on to the table.
"Zhennan."
"Third uncle."
When Chen Kui and his third aunt saw this, their expressions changed and they quickly stepped forward to support Hong Zhennan and help him sit up. The third aunt stroked Hong Zhennan's back while Chen Kui quickly fetched a glass of warm water.
"Zhennan, I'll go ask Doctor Liu." The third aunt said, patting Hong Zhennan's back.
"It's okay, it's okay. What can happen to me? I'm not angry with this guy." Hong Zhennan looked at Chen Kui and said.
"Third Uncle, please calm down for a moment. Now that things have come to this, I would like to ask Third Uncle to teach my nephew Hong Quan. My nephew must practice well and never lose the reputation of Third Uncle as an authentic Hong Quan practitioner." Chen Kui handed the water to him.
To Hong Zhennan, he said.
Hong Zhennan took the water glass and planned to drink it. When he heard Chen Kui's words, he stopped moving, glanced at Chen Kui, and asked, "Seriously?"
"Seriously!" Chen Kui nodded heavily.
After getting the accurate answer, Hong Zhennan didn't express anything. He drank half of the water, slowly put the cup on the table, and said: "Tomorrow morning at four o'clock on the rooftop, if you are willing to come, then come."
"If you don't want to come, then forget it. Hong Quan, I don't need a young guy like you to help me prove anything."
"Third uncle, I..."
"Okay, okay, let's go read your book and write your article. After dinner, I will ask my eldest sister to call you in the room." Hong Zhennan waved his hand and said.
"..."
"Zhennan, Akui is willing to practice boxing well, why aren't you happy?" After Chen Kui left, the third aunt asked.
"Akui doesn't like practicing martial arts. It's not like you don't know that. You were most likely coaxing me just now." Hong Zhennan sighed.
Hong Zhennan and Chen Chen are brothers who kowtow to each other. When they fought against Little Japan together, Chen Kui's father was shot and died trying to save Hong Zhennan. Hong Zhennan adopted Chen Kui and made him a close disciple.
Chen Kui is tall, strong-boned, and has extraordinary intelligence. He is a good material for martial arts training. Hong Zhennan originally planned to teach him all his martial arts skills, but to his surprise, Chen Kui has always disliked practicing martial arts. He only loves writing articles. Whenever he practices martial arts, he just does it casually.
Hong Zhennan was helpless to deal with it.
Youdao is easy to change, but nature is hard to change. Hong Zhennan didn't think Chen Kui could persist.
"Here, Zhennan, what should we do?" The third aunt said: "Even if Akui really practices martial arts, he only has one month. This... Zhennan, Akui can't have anything happen to him."
"I have accepted the challenge, what else can I do?"
"This..." The third aunt suddenly panicked.
"Okay, just throw in a white towel and admit defeat when the time comes. You don't have to worry too much. Ah Kui won't eat this bowl of rice anyway. Hong Zhenzi, the street boy, can only use this kind of unattractive means, hum.
"As long as I, Hong Zhennan, am here, Hong Fist is authentic, no one can take away these four words." Hong Zhennan said, looking up at the plaque above his head that was full of a sense of time.
Hong Quan is authentic.
…
In Chen Kui's room.
"Oh my god, I just watched the pirated version of "Ip Man 4". There is no need for you to send me to the Ip Man universe. And I haven't finished watching it yet. Damn it."
"And the beginning is a desperate letter from Hong Qiancheng. God, you said you went to all the trouble to let me come to Ip Man World for what purpose? If you just kill me, everything will be fine."
"Can I return the product? Can I leave a negative review?"
Chen Kui transformed into the character "big", lying on the bed and making all sorts of complaints.