In Feng Zhou's eyes, the so-called "temperamental people" of Jinlou are just rich landlords, after buying up all the land they can buy, they use their money to enjoy a variety of exquisite and luxurious life, the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression has not yet broken out, the grand event of the "golden decade" is still continuing, and because the "Qing Party" has killed all the progressives who seek change, the gentry who have nothing to do and have nothing to do with all kinds of rare things are naturally still dreaming of drunkenness.

Practicing boxing is just to suppress mud legs, or to be idle and have nothing to do.

The so-called Jingwu Club, how many mud legs can learn boxing?

Everyone walked up to the main hall, and Ip Man was already waiting on the side.

Everyone present gathered outside the window to watch Gong Baosen and Ye Man face off each other, and even Ma San, Gong Er and others were concerned about the chaos, and couldn't help but lean over to watch. Feng Zhou found a chair and sat down safely, even squinting his eyes to recuperate, completely disdainful of the situation inside.

Since they have complied with the "sophistication of human feelings", then Gong Baosen and Ip Man's "breaking cakes" is just a play.

With Gong Baosen's vision, he admires Ip Man's martial arts so much, can Ip Man break the cake in his hand, doesn't the old man have a point in his heart?

And Gong Baosen is actually concerned about, what is Ip Man's mind and pattern?

The difficulty of breaking the cake is that the bread is in the hands of the old man, and the two of them must exert force in different directions before the cake can be broken. If, no matter which direction Ip Man exerts force, the old man follows Ip Man's direction, the cake will never be broken.

And before that, the old man first told a story, if the north and the south are not divided, the cake cannot be divided, and the cake is equivalent to the division of China. In this way, it is not divided, and it is not not. The senior brother mentioned by the old man couldn't solve this problem at that time, so he asked this gentleman from the south to become the first president of the samurai association.

In the contest with the old man, Ip Man not only broke the cake, but also solved the problem of dividing the cake into the country. Ip Man said, in your eyes, the cake is martial arts, it is Huaxia, and in my eyes, the cake is the world.

Ip Man changed the whole quantity, so that the pie only represents whether it is perfect or not, and there is no difficulty in splitting and dividing. It's a reflection of vision. From the perspective of philosophical thinking, it is the embodiment of the core of class thought, and the thought of the old man has the ideological limitations of a small peasant or a small national bourgeoisie, while Ip Man's thought is a comprehensive bourgeois thought.

Ip Man's family is very wealthy, his wife is a descendant of Zhang Yinpei, the former minister of foreign affairs of the Qing Dynasty, and his father once ran a large industry in Xiangjiang.

With Ip Man's martial arts, he has enough ability to break the cake.

With Ip Man's vision, he can also answer Gong Baosen's questions.

In this case, do you still need to watch the scene of the two fighting?

Sure enough, a moment later, there were bursts of applause inside and outside the living room, and after a verbal battle between the two, Ye Man broke the cake in Gong Baosen's hand.

"Feng Zhou, why don't you watch the competition?" After the competition, Gong Er immediately noticed Feng Zhou and came over to ask.

"I don't need to look at it, it's already in my head. Feng Zhou said with a smile.

"Oh?"

Gong Er was puzzled.

"The old man has seen Ip Man's martial arts and knows his ability, as long as he answers the old man's question perfectly, the cake can't be broken, in fact, it doesn't mean much. ”

Closure Road.

"How?" Miyaji continued.

"The old man thinks that this cake represents our Huaxia, but Ye Man thinks that this cake is a world. ”

Feng Zhou said as he slowly stood up: "Thousands of sails on the side of the sinking boat, Wan Mu Chun in front of the sick tree, the old man will give his reputation to Ip Man today, but our palace family is still carried forward by a grandmaster, I hope that Ip Man can also teach a few grandmaster disciples, instead of letting Wing Chun just become famous in his hands." ”

"Hmph! Speaking of Wing Chun, can this Ip Man surpass Chen Shi?"

Ma San walked over and asked.

Under the silent edification of Feng Zhou's moisturizing things, Ma San's heart has already been perfected, and he didn't take this victory or defeat into account, but it doesn't mean that he is very happy.

Hearing the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but come over and say.

Chen Shi is a Wing Chun family, famous in Jinmen, when the Chinese samurai will teach boxing, Ma San and Feng Zhou have worked with Chen Shi to learn.

Ma San and Chen Shi did not distinguish between victory and defeat.

Feng Zhou only used one hand, and within fifteen moves, he made Chen Shi admit defeat.

Hearing Ma San's question, Feng Zhou closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "Chen Shi's martial arts are like a summer shower, overwhelming and violent. And Ip Man's martial arts are like autumn rain, endless, moisturizing things silently. Compared with each other, after all, there is no distinction between superior and equal. ”

"Hehe, I see. Ma San's face was as usual, and he nodded quietly.

In this way, this Ip Man's martial arts are at most comparable to himself.

In fact, in Feng Zhou's heart, throwing out the halo of the protagonist, his senior brother Ma San's martial arts should be higher than Ip Man's.

The two of them are proficient in martial arts, and they can be regarded as equal.

Ma San's advantage is that during his presiding over the Gongjia Martial Arts Hall and the Chinese Warriors Association, he studied and exchanged with Li Yaochen, Wang Ziping, Han Muxia, Chen Shi and other martial arts masters, and gathered together to exchange different ideas of various types of boxing, which naturally collided with the sparks of new ideas, and his insight, attainments and insights on martial arts can be said to be far higher than that of Ip Man, who was working behind closed doors in the small circle in the south.

At this time, there was a sensation in the Golden Tower, and many southern "temperamental people" all cheered and applauded, celebrating Ip Man's victory over the northern strong dragon, raising his eyebrows for the southern martial arts, and also making many masters in Foshan quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Gong Baosen left the Golden Building with his subordinates, got into a rickshaw, and left Feng Zhou and Gong Er before rushing to the train station.

"In the evening game, according to the rules of the north, the winner is the one who treats you, and you two will go on my behalf, and your senior brother and I will go back to the north directly. ”

After Gong Baosen finished speaking, he didn't wait for Feng Zhou and Gong Er to reply, so he got into a rickshaw and led his subordinates to roar away.

"Our Gong family has never lost anyone, do you say so, Brother Zhou?" Gong Er smiled and looked at the back of the rickshaw and said to the people beside him.

"The old man didn't wait for us to reply, he got in the car and left, the meaning was already obvious, that is, let us get back to the field. ”

Feng Zhou smiled, turned to look at Lao Jiang: "Old Jiang, what do you think?"

"Young Master Feng, girl, this is not appropriate. ”

Lao Jiang is an honest man, and he instinctively feels that something is wrong.

Ip Man just won the old man, and now that you two want to get back on the field, will you be said that you can't afford to lose?

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