"There aren't many guests at home, so it's quite chaotic. You can just find a place to sit." Ye Suling made two cups of tea and brought them to Zhang Ke. However, they were just two tea bags with boiling water, one filled with lemon.
The green tea is sour and refreshing, while the other is filled with the mellow and pleasant fragrance of Earl Gray tea.
"Choose a drink for yourself, I can do either." Ye Suling waved her hand and said nonchalantly.
"Thank you -" Zhang Ke took the black tea, but his eyes noticed a photo frame in the corner of the table. In the photo, Ye Suling looked like she was still in her teens, receiving a trophy.
"This is a commemorative photo taken when I won the championship in the 12th Shanghai Amateur Wushu Competition. It was also the last time I participated in this kind of amateur Wushu competition. After all, I temporarily put it on hold due to the stress of university studies.
"
Ye Suling picked up the dusty photo frame with some nostalgia. The girl in the photo, who was full of confidence and youth, with a hint of unruliness between her eyebrows, was obviously the same person as the Ye Suling in front of her, but she looked much more immature.
No matter how cool and vigorous he is with his Wing Chun boxing and winking hard to make himself look more mature, he still has a lingering student temperament.
"You are so amazing... You won the championship of this kind of municipal competition at such a young age. This competition is not limited to teenagers. A lot of adults were defeated by you." Zhang Ke sighed with emotion.
I saw a few photos behind the photo frame, so I took them out and looked through them:
One of the photos shows Ye Suling putting down her posture, and then saluting to the judges and audience. She looks very confident and bold, and has the demeanor of a heroic girl. This aspect is exactly the same as her current temperament.
"Those few years were when I was in the best shape, and because I was young and energetic, I participated in competitions everywhere and even played in gyms. In the end, I won many championships and prizes in amateur competitions. Later, I also became famous in the professional traditional martial arts world.
I am famous, and I am not bragging. At that time, many famous dojos and martial arts schools came to invite me to join." Ye Suling sounded slightly proud.
"But you must have refused - otherwise, you wouldn't have this status now." Zhang Ke said casually.
"Yes, after all, who in modern times can really rely on martial arts. This so-called martial arts dojo is just a show here and there. I have been in the limelight enough, so I decided to concentrate on studying. And I believe that in my life, I should
There are more important things waiting for me to do."
"You have a sense of mission - is that why you became a police officer later?" Zhang Ke naturally thought of this.
"No... that's actually another matter." Ye Suling suddenly sighed slightly, took the photo frame from Zhang Ke's hand, and put it back on the table.
"The reason why I don't want to go to a martial arts gym to do a catwalk performance is actually a more important reason: because my Wing Chun is by no means a fancy fist and leg embroidery just for performance. It is something I have learned from my father since I was a child.
The authentic Ip Man Wing Chun that our family learned from my grandfather has been passed down from generation to generation."
"Wait a minute, you mean the authentic Ip Man Wing Chun? It's been passed down from generation to generation. Could it be that your ancestor is..." Zhang Ke thought of Ye Suling's surname and couldn't help but feel that there was an unbelievable, but indeed reasonable, answer.
It's about to be released.
"You guessed it right, my ancestor is the famous martial arts master in the Republic of China, the master of Wing Chun, Ip Ji-wen, also known as Ip Man to you. I am her direct great-great-granddaughter. Although I have never met him,
However, the martial arts passed down from family has never been passed down, and even girls have to learn it."
"It's actually after Ip Man... I'm disrespectful." Zhang Ke said with a smile, "But you are so good at kung fu that you haven't buried your ancestors, but your family is really low-key. Some celebrities would like to take advantage of their ancestors' reputation and influence.
I use my power as a golden sign and job to continuously make money, but you are different."
"That's natural. Although we practice martial arts, we don't make a living from it, let alone cheat. In addition, in modern society, the inheritance of martial arts is just a rule retained by our ancestors. In many cases, it is just a formality.
In fact, my father works in the Cultural Relics Bureau, and he usually commutes to and from work just like an ordinary civil servant. Before urging me to practice martial arts, he had not done anything for a long time."
"However, just like my ancestor Ye Wen, understanding the righteousness of our family, country and nation is something that should be deeply rooted in the hearts of each generation besides martial arts." Ye Suling's tone sounded very righteous, but it was not.
Zhang Ke did not feel hypocritical or strange, but instead felt a sense of respect and admiration.
Probably because the police officer in front of him who eliminates harm for the people and eliminates violence is indeed worthy of such a weight.
"So, when you dealt with them before, you used authentic Wing Chun, right? It's somewhat similar to what you saw on TV, but it feels much simpler and lighter. Some moves are very bland and simple, but they can beat the enemy hard.
Caught off guard." Zhang Ke asked.
"That's natural. Wing Chun's moves are simple and unpretentious, focusing on natural reactions rather than deliberate carvings. This is how we can integrate offense and defense. Whether it's blocking, attacking, or avoiding, we can move and control the enemy, without leaking, with straight punches.
It's like a white crane spreading its wings, a lotus emerging from clear water, an uppercut like a phoenix crowing for nine days, or a dragon soaring in the smoke. However, my father praised me as being more talented than him, and I'm afraid these qualifications are relatively rare among the descendants of the Ye family." Ye Suling said with a smile.
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"Whenever this happened when I was a kid, I would complain helplessly, saying that in this peaceful era, even if you have good martial arts qualifications, what's the use of them? It's not just putting on a show to entertain yourself. Normally, he's just...
He smiled and didn't answer, but once he sighed quietly and told me about a past event from many years ago."
"I must have just been born at that time, still a little baby, and my dad was just a small employee of the Cultural Relics Bureau at the time. He was conducting inspections and cultural relic registration work at the newly discovered Chunshen site, but he met there
A man who looked very sneaky. The man seemed to be trying to sneak into the Chunshen ruins, but that place had long been turned into a cultural relics protection zone and no ordinary people were allowed to enter, so my father drank him off." Ye Suling recalled.
He said:
"At that time, my father discovered that the man's Chinese was not very fluent, or even though he was still proficient, judging from the pronunciation method, he must have learned it later in order to come to China. Many of the pronunciations were strange, so
Chapter completed!