The next day, outside the Kyoto Trickle Passage Hall. 2.

Wang Yong was followed by a woman with an ordinary face, and the two were sitting in the coffee shop opposite the gym, quietly observing the daily life of the gym.

At this time, it is ten o'clock in the morning, and 6 people who come to study will be led in by the dojo.

There are also tourists who come to visit, and even if they just stay at the entrance of the gym, they can receive a glass of soda from the disciples of the gym.

"When it comes to interaction etiquette, the Toyo people really do it to the point of being meticulous. Wang Yong sighed slightly.

The disguised Rakshasa woman nodded, but she didn't agree with it: "Oriental people are meticulous, but they are also meticulous to the point of almost pathology. And they pride themselves on etiquette, but they have never had real respect for an industry. ”

"Oh, what industry?" Wang Yong couldn't help but be interested.

"The lowest level of service staff. When I first arrived at Toyo, I worked at a food store, and I had to nod and bend over every day to do my best of etiquette, but I barely received a smile of sincere gratitude from customers. Like puppets, they mechanically take things and turn away. Once, a little girl in the store was repeatedly complained by the customer three times just because she forgot to tear off the price tag on the food box handed to the customer. In the end, it was the little girl and the store manager who came to the door with a souvenir to apologize in person, and the matter was resolved. Etiquette is meant to promote friendly communication between human beings, but if it is strict enough to provoke thorns, is it still called etiquette?" said the Rakshasa woman.

Wang Yong thought for a moment and said, "Indeed." The Zhou metric system of etiquette is 'respect', and the "Analects" also says: the use of etiquette, harmony is precious. Etiquette should not be a constraint on the back, but the need for flexibility is the way to go. ”

The Rakshasa Woman's eyes blinked, although she didn't understand much about what Wang Yong said. But the moment Wang Yong was thinking seriously just now, the kind of humanistic brilliance shining on her body suddenly made her heart suddenly move.

That kind of feeling is something that Rakshasa has never experienced when she is so old. For a while, she couldn't help but be a little flustered, and quickly turned her head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.

"Hey, there seems to be someone making trouble in the Trickle Channel, and there are people who think the same way as you?" said the Rakshasa in surprise.

Wang Yong looked at it, and sure enough, he saw a figure flickering at the door of the Trickle Stream Pavilion, and seven or eight disciples of the Trickle Trickle Pavilion's Trickle Pavilion, surrounded a burly man in the middle.

"Let's go, let's take a look!" Wang Yong couldn't help but be interested, and beckoned to the Rakshasa woman.

The two of them got up and walked to the opposite gym.

As I got closer, I heard a lot of shouting inside.

A disciple of the Daoist Pavilion was yelling at the burly man: "Yinglang, you have repeatedly come to provoke and find trouble, wasn't it you who was beaten by Senior Brother a few days ago?"

"This name, it seems to be an Oriental Ryukyu person?" Wang Yong said softly after hearing the word "Yinglang".

The only people who still retain the Han surname in the East are probably the Chinese people whose ancestral home is Fujian Province in the Ryukyus.

In Chinese historical materials, it is called "36 surnames of Fujian people", which is a general name for the 36 surnames of Fujian people who moved to Ryukyu in the Ming Dynasty. Historical records record that in the 25th year of Hongwu, in order to facilitate the exchange of tribute envoys, he gave 36 surnames to the boatmen in Fujian and moved them to Ryukyu Island.

The 36 surnames of the Min people are not ordinary immigrants, but most of them are navigators, scholars or other people with a skill. They were ordered by Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty to be in charge of navigation, shipbuilding, the preparation of diplomatic documents, translation, trade with China, and other affairs in the Ryukyus.

Their place of residence in the Ryukyus is called Karaying, and their way of life is no different from that in Japan. Two temples were set up in the village, one Confucius Temple and one Guan Yu Temple. The specifications of the Confucius Temple are extremely high, and the statue of Confucius holds the "Yi", "Book", "Poem", "Spring and Autumn", and is enshrined day and night. It can be seen that Chinese culture had a good influence on Ryukyu at that time.

And the burly young man named Yinglang in front of him should be the descendant of the surname "Ying" in the original thirty-six surnames.

"Hmph! Yoshio Funakoshi tampered with my Yingmen Tang hand, and he didn't count it as his own, and even renamed it Juan Dripping Karate. As the last descendant of the Yingmen Tang Hand, of course I have to correct the name of the law of my ancestors!

The disciples of the main hall around Yinglang glanced at each other, and then pushed out a person.

"I'm coming!"

The man glanced at Ying Lang with disdain, this guy came to the gym several times to look for trouble, and he was just beaten by the senior brother last month, thinking he was honest. Who knew that it didn't stop for a few days, but it came again.

Beat him up today until he can't come again!

Thinking about it, a fierce light burst into the eyes of the disciple of the Dao Hall, but he was ready to make a heavy hand.

"Okay, it's you!

Yinglang didn't have the politeness of most Orientals at all, and rushed forward without saying a word.

The burly body was like a big bear, and the fist wind whistled, smashing at the door of the disciple of the gym.

"This guy is very ordinary in martial arts, I thought he was a master!" said the Rakshasa woman with a surprised look on her face, a little disappointed.

Yinglang's physical fitness is good, but his understanding of martial arts is really a little superficial. Probably still staying at the stage of beating people hard, and will not flexibly retract and release force at all.

Wang Yong also shook his head lightly, Yinglang shouldn't be able to beat this Daoist disciple.

The disciples of the Daoist Pavilion obviously knew that Yinglang's level was limited, and he glanced at Yinglang mockingly, but he just took a step back and dodged Yinglang's fist. Then he counterattacked, and his arm was like a stick, which popped out in an instant and hit Yinglang's ribs.

Bang!

With a sound, Yinglang's brows immediately furrowed in pain.

Trickle Karate pays attention to instantaneous power, and stops in front of an inch. Although this disciple of the Daoist Hall is not a master, he also has solid basic skills. This time completely implemented the concept of stopping in front of an inch, and the force instantly penetrated into Yinglang's body.

If it weren't for Yinglang's rough skin and thick flesh, it is estimated that his ribs would have been cracked.

"Hehe, I dare to come to the door to provoke this little ability. It seems that you haven't made any progress this month!" The Daoist disciple mocked.

Yinglang looked at each other angrily, did not argue, and pounced on him like a bear.

It's still the same trick, and it doesn't matter if the other party has already seen through it, he has enough strength to smash it again.

The disciple of that Dao Pavilion had already figured out Yinglang's strength at this time, and he didn't care about it at all.

He repeated his old tricks and wanted to give Yinglang another heavy blow.

Who knows, Yinglang actually stole it this time, and the fist above didn't make any effort at all, just waiting for the Daoist disciple to retreat. He rushed forward with the force of his feet, and directly used his physical advantage to knock the Daoist disciple into the air.

Fell out a full two meters.

Poof, the disciple didn't get up for a long time.

"Shame on the pen!" Ying Lang snorted and cursed a swear word.

Wang Yong couldn't help but be amused by this seemingly reckless guy who was actually a little smart.

Yinglang heard someone laughing, and immediately turned his head and glared at Wang Yong: "What are you laughing at?

Wang Yong smiled and waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I don't dare to fight with such a powerful Yingmen Tang Foot." If the ancestors of the Ying clan had spirits, they would probably be killed by the kick you just had, right?"

"You...... Isn't it wrong to find fault? When I finish cleaning up these people, I'll clean you up! Don't run away!" Yinglang pointed at Wang Yong's nose and said angrily.

"If you don't run, I still have to watch you get beaten!" Wang Yong deliberately teased Yinglang.

This made Yinglang angry, gritted his teeth, and wanted to turn his head and beat Wang Yong.

But looking at the trickle down the disciples in front of him, he knew that this was the real opponent, and he couldn't mess up the priorities.

"Who's next!" Ying Lang said with a rather proud gesture to the disciples of the Daoist Pavilion.

"Me!" a Daoist disciple stepped forward.

It's just that this disciple is not as good as the previous one, although he has mastered the moves more flexibly than Yinglang, but he can't stand Yinglang's bear-like body.

He punched Yinglang on the body, and he couldn't even break the defense, and when he turned his head, Yinglang punched him in the face and lost half of his teeth.

"One more!" Yinglang won two consecutive victories and his confidence was greatly increased.

Another disciple came up, this disciple was smart, knew how to wander, and fought with Yinglang for a few minutes. But he was accidentally forced into a corner by Yinglang and threw him on the ground with a rogue grappling.

Three wins in a row.

Yinglang's eyebrows and eyes were full of pride, and he waved his big hand: "I want to fight ten!"

This made the trickle down the disciples of the Daoist Pavilion angry.

But it's a pity that they are all junior disciples, and they can learn things better than Yinglang, but their bodies are really not as good as Yinglang.

If you can't break the defense, what kind of fight are you fighting?

For a while, the Taoist temple was silent, and no one dared to go up again.

"It's kind of interesting. Wang Yong chuckled.

The Rakshasa woman felt bored, and kept pouting: "Yoshio Funakoshi is also a generation of grandmasters, why are the disciples of the Daoist Pavilion so useless." ”

As he was talking, he saw a man with a piercing gaze walking out of the hall.

When the other Dao Hall disciples saw this man, they all nodded and said, "Senior Brother!"

It seems that this is the elder brother of this gym.

In the absence of Yoshio Funakoshi, he is naturally the head of the personal disciple of each dojo.

Every disciple who is qualified to independently preside over a local Taoist hall has real skills. Otherwise, Yoshio Funakoshi would not have handed over the gym to them with confidence.

"It's time for the point!" Rakshasa looked as excited as the little girl who liked to watch the excitement. I can't wait to have a big bucket of popcorn in my hand at this moment, and watch it while eating.

Wang Yong looked at the Rakshasa woman helplessly, and really doubted whether this woman was grateful or hated to Yoshio Funakoshi.

Otherwise, why would he be so happy to see something happen to Yoshio Funakoshi's gym?

"Yinglang, it's you again!" Senior Brother glanced at Yinglang, and then at a few injured disciples. "It looks like you've learned a few more gymnastics performances from your junk boxing book this month. ”

"You're practicing gymnastics! I'm practicing the authentic Yingmen Tang Hands! I brought it from China from my ancestors during the Ming Dynasty! Yoshio Funakoshi is a pirated copy!" Yinglang replied.

"Hmph, Huaxia Kung Fu itself is a joke, and you even pull their tiger skin to make a big banner, it's even more ridiculous! Wait until I break your ribs, see if you dare to say these words again!" Senior Brother sneered.

Then I saw the senior brother rush forward, like a straight big gun, and instantly stabbed in front of Yinglang's body.

As soon as the palm of the hand poked out, it was like a spear stabbing head, with a cold evil aura, piercing the air.

"It's not good, this person wants to abolish Yinglang!" Wang Yong shouted in a low voice as soon as he saw the posture of the senior brother's move.

This senior brother was completely different from the previous Daoist disciples, he had the momentum of an unsheathed sword on his body, his static movement was strict, and his eyes were as sharp as electricity.

It's clear that he is a master who has practiced dark energy!

In the hands of this kind of person, Yinglang can't even go through half a move!