"Master Ye, good morning."

Early morning, Manhattan, Chinatown.

Dressed in a black Tang suit, Ip Man walked on the street, facing the warm greetings of the nearby residents, maintaining an elegant smile on his face and nodding his head back.

"Good morning."

Poking his head out of the herb shop, a middle-aged man in his fifties and sixties asked with a smile.

"Master Ye, I'm here so early today."

"I've been used to it for decades, and I can't change it." Ye Man stopped, replied to the man, and then opened an old martial arts hall next to the medicinal herb shop, this martial arts hall was put down by him a few days ago, and the original owner seemed to be also a martial arts teacher, but he taught karate.

"Decades?"

Hearing Ye Man's words, the middle-aged man glanced at the man in Tang costume in front of him with some surprise: "I think Master Ye is quite young." ”

"It's just looking." In this regard, Ye Man didn't say much, just smiled and vaguely said: "Maybe it's because of the perennial martial arts practice, he looks a little younger than he looks." ”

"Martial arts training also has this effect."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Then if I have time, I will also go to Master Ye to learn a few kung fu." ”

"Always welcome."

After a few words of greeting with the owner of the medicinal herb shop next door, Ip Man came to the martial arts hall.

There is not much space in the martial arts hall, and there is a wooden stake on the left side, which he bought from a nearby wood store two days ago and made it himself, although as a doppelganger, there is no saying that he is sailing against the current, and if he does not advance, he will retreat, but in order to maintain his image as a Penglai warrior, he still specially prepared one.

A morning passed.

But there was never a single guest in the martial arts hall.

According to the residents here, more than ten years ago, because of the kung fu craze, Chinatown was full of martial arts halls, and the owners of the halls did not care whether they could do martial arts, as long as they were in the name of kung fu, they could attract a large number of foreigners to pursue their kung fu dreams. Regardless, in recent years, there have been changes, fighting skills, boxing have become the mainstream, and kung fu is not as loud as it used to be.

Especially small martial arts halls like those in Chinatown have been in a difficult situation during this period of time and have ushered in a wave of closures.

However, in this regard, Ip Man, as a doppelganger, did not pay much attention to it.

Li Ran arranged for the doppelganger to be in Chinatown, not to open a martial arts gym to do business.

In the afternoon, in the martial arts hall.

Ip Man gathered around the wooden stake and pretended to practice the techniques of Wing Chun.

"Is Master Jin here?"

Outside the door, there was a sudden sound of inquiry.

Stopping the Wing Chun in his hand, Ip Man turned his head to look at the young white man who appeared at the door, and replied: "If, you mean the one before the martial arts hall, he has stopped doing it, it is said that he has saved enough money and wants to go back to his country to do business." ”

"Shit, I should have found out a long time ago, that guy didn't teach me anything from the beginning, I was stupid enough to believe that he had some powerful secret trick, and he still ran away under his nose after paying so much money!" Hearing Ip Man's answer, the expression on the white man's face couldn't help but change, and he said with anger mixed with shock.

It seems that he was deceived by the owner who opened a martial arts hall here before.

In this regard, Ip Man is not surprised, it is very suspicious for a Korean to open a karate martial arts gym.

The other party had already run away, and it would be useless to continue scolding like this, the young white man obviously understood this, and couldn't help but stop his scolding, looked up at the situation in the martial arts hall, and was immediately attracted by the wooden stake standing on one side.

This was something he had never seen before when he came to the martial arts hall.

Half-curious and half-puzzled, the young white man couldn't help but leaned over, looked at the strange-looking wooden stake and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Wooden stakes, specially used for martial arts."

Turning his head and glancing at the white man's expression, Ip Man replied lightly.

"To practice martial arts, just rely on this piece of wood that doesn't move?"

Obviously, the young white man didn't believe Ip Man's answer very much, especially when he had just experienced a kung fu scam: "It seems that you are a liar like the one surnamed Kim." ”

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I'm not the same as the one you met." In the face of the white man's somewhat conflicting reaction, Ip Man still maintained his elegant posture, raised his hand and gently rested on the wooden stake: "The wooden stake is a kind of simulation exercise that integrates the three sets of attack, technique, footwork, and leg techniques of small thoughts, bridge finding, and marking, which fully embodies the actual combat awareness and technical attack methods of kung fu." ”

"By practicing the wooden stake, you can combine all the techniques and feet of kung fu into free fighting. As the saying goes: turning bridges to find opponents, there is more demand for teachers; There is no teacher and no opponent, and the mirror and the pile are sought. ”

While speaking, Ip Man's hands quickly hit the wooden stake, accompanied by a crisp sound, the whole person circled the wooden stake, like a cloud and flowing water, showing the skills of Wing Chun.

Even if he didn't know the name of the martial arts that Ip Man performed, the young white man was still attracted by his flowing figure.

That's what I want, real kung fu!

After changing his eyes, the white man immediately knelt down and shouted to Ip Man in front of the wooden stake: "Master, I want to learn kung fu from you!" ”

Smack-

Stopping the Wing Chun trick in his hand, Ip Man looked back at the kneeling white man: "Why, now I'm not afraid that I will lie to you." ”

Shaking his head, the young white man said loudly: "I can see that Master, you are different from the guy who lied to me before, you are a real kung fu master." ”

Looking at the white man kneeling in front of him, in the antique shop, Li Ran's expression was a little silent.

Originally, he didn't plan to take in apprentices in Chinatown.

Even if he took down a martial arts hall, it was just a move to cooperate with Ip Man's identity.

However, since someone has sent them to the door, it seems that it is not bad to teach a few apprentices, and it is more in line with Ip Man's setting as a generation of kung fu masters.

Li Ran's thoughts flashed a few times in his heart, and he immediately made a decision.

Chinatown, in the martial arts hall, Ye Man stretched out his hand and pulled it gently, so that the white man in front of him stood up, looked at the other party's surprised expression, and said with a slight smile: "The opening of the martial arts hall was originally to recruit protégés and pass on my kung fu, since you want to learn, I will naturally not refuse, but the bad words are ahead, practicing martial arts is not as easy as you think." ”

"I'm not afraid of hard work, master." Shaking his head, the young white man replied without thinking.

"By the way, master, what is the name of the kung fu you just performed?"

Raising his hand and striking a pose, Ip Man replied with a chuckle.

"Wing Chun."

[Legend +20 from S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents]