The weather was still good this morning, Ip Man got up as usual, finished the breakfast made by his wife Zhang Yongcheng, and slowly walked towards the martial arts hall he opened, in fact, the process of the martial arts hall had already been completed, but Ip Man, who had been cautious all his life, still went to see it as usual. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Master Ye, go to the martial arts hall"

"Master Ye, it's early"

Ip Man responded to the greetings of the neighbors while offering his hands, as early as after the death of Master Hong, the martial arts community and the people of Hong Kong faintly respected Ip Man, who let him defeat the tornado.

Although life has changed for the better, but Ip Man's martial arts have not fallen, with the experience of these years, Ip Man seems to have improved a lot, if there is any danger, he can always have some vague sense, but it is not so obvious, a bit of a rumor about the perception of ancient warriors.

Of course, Ip Man's achievements today are achieved by his own punches and kicks, and he does not rely on any ethereal perception.

But today Ip Man has a mysterious feeling, this is a feeling he has never had, it is so clear, but it is very vague, as if he is not qualified to find it, so he is very uncomfortable, but his intuition tells him that this may be an opportunity, an opportunity to change his fate.

Ye Man was walking in a trance, and at this time, a figure suddenly flashed out of the alley on the side, with many years of experience, Ye Man punched directly to the side.

"Who is it?" Ip Man drank loudly, but the person who was punched by himself spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell to the ground, Ip Man knew that he was too reckless.

"You, you, you don't look carefully, look at the person who beat the person, your chest is blue" A gentle female voice sounded, and the first human words that Monsoon heard when he was conscious.

"I don't know why he's beside me, so I'm in a hurry, but I really didn't do the wound on his chest," an apologetic male voice rang out on the other side.

"But you've hit someone's wound, right?" reproached the woman.

"This, hehe..." The man smiled awkwardly, no way, he was indeed at fault.

"Where is this" Ji Feng slowly opened his eyes, looked at the surrounding wooden furniture, as well as the wooden stakes on the side, and understood a little in his heart, the head of the family should be a person who practices martial arts, and there is a long shirt hanging on his bedside, which means that this person is a little retro, who will it be.

"Little brother, you're awake" A mature man's voice came from the door, the man was wearing a black robe with an elegant atmosphere.

Damn, Donnie Yen, Monsoon couldn't help but be stunned in place, and couldn't help but have some guesses in his heart, when a woman walked out of the kitchen, Monsoon couldn't help complaining, play, Xiong Dailin.

Ji Feng watched the two people in the movie appear in front of him, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, but he was able to endure it. "Master Ye?" Monsoon asked tentatively.

"Hehe, that's right, it's me, little brother, what's the matter, are you okay" Ye Man asked cautiously.

"It's okay, Master Ye, I was already injured, I don't have much to do with you, I have a good physique, and I will be fine in a few days" Ji Feng politely said to Ip Man in front of him.

Who is Ip Man, a generation of grandmasters, since the broadcast of the Ip Man movie, the name Ip Man has spread throughout China, and many people have learned the kung fu of Wing Chun for the name of Ip Man.

"That's good, that's good, little brother have a good rest, and strive to heal his injuries as soon as possible," Ip Man said.

"Young man, what's your name?" asked Zhang Yongcheng on the side, who was concerned.

"Oh. My name is Monsoon, the wind of the seasonal scenery of the four seasons."

"How did you get the injuries on your body," Ip Man asked.

"This was beaten by a group of thugs, I couldn't see them bullying people at will, so I beat them, but then they gathered more people, I couldn't beat them, and I was seriously injured" Ji Feng lied, fortunately there is chaos in Hong Kong now, and it will not arouse suspicion.

"Have you practiced any kung fu, you're in good shape," Ip Man asked.

"That's not true, but I've had a lot of strength since I was a child, so ordinary people can't beat me," Monsoon lied.

"Yes, then are you interested in worshipping me as a teacher?" asked Ip Man.

"What! Is it true" Monsoon was a little unconvinced, whoever was favored by a generation of grandmasters would not be excited in his heart, and Monsoon was the same.

"Of course, why, you don't want to" Ye Man asked with a smile.

"Of course I am willing" Monsoon hurriedly saluted, "Apprentice Monsoon meets the master"

"Okay, okay, when you're healed, come to the martial arts hall," Ip Man said.

"Yes, master" Monsoon replied, in fact, in terms of strength, Ip Man is not as good as Monsoon, but Monsoon does not use the power of death, and he can't withstand a few rounds at all, just like that day when he subdued the soul chain, he didn't have any skills at all, and he almost failed, so he still had to improve his strength.

The next day, Monsoon left Ip Man's house, no way, he was penniless, he was still a black household, let's settle the problem of money first, I remember that the underground boxing factory in the movie is very rich, so let's go there and hang out, Monsoon thought and started his own actions.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the steward here was checking the day's accounts and putting a dozen of the money into the safe, when a strong wind blew outside the window, and the window crackled.

"Is there any mistake that there can be such a strong wind," muttered the steward.

The steward slowly turned around, and a man covered in black mist stood behind him, like a ghost, "Who are you?" the steward asked tremblingly.

"What do you say," Monsoon said to the steward in a changed voice, "Of course I came to take your life, you have done a lot of evil, I will take your soul"

"What! Hell yes! The steward shouted and turned around to run away, but he stopped in place in an instant, it turned out that at some point, countless black gases had been entangled around him, and he couldn't escape at all.

At this time, there were countless wailing voices from all directions (of course, it was done by Monsoon), which frightened the steward to scream loudly, and Monsoon couldn't help but sigh, it is not easy for such a big man to call such a high voice.

Stop playing, hurry up and collect the money, Monsoon used a hand knife to knock out the mentally disordered steward.

"You deserve it, hehe, whoever let you collect so much hard-won wealth, let me help you with a few yin virtues" Ji Feng sneered.

Monsoon waved his hand to collect the money in the safe and disappeared into the night, anyway, it was enough for himself for a few years, but early the next morning, everyone found that the steward had gone crazy, and he couldn't stop saying Hell, or something, but this is not about Monsoon, and soon after, the underground boxing factory changed the steward, the new steward, called Ma Whale Sheng.

At night, Monsoon entered the inheritance space, looking at the soul chain that was suppressed by himself on the ground and constantly struggling, and the corners of his mouth lifted a cheap smile again.

"Haha, I've finally been caught, let me treat you to a big meal"