"Today's rain is so heavy!" Inside the car, the lame boy looked out the window, and the continuous rain rushed down the glass, layer upon layer, dripping.

"I don't know if it's big or not, but you're also amazing, little brother, I'll take you to be happy, you won't take off your clothes, and I talked about life with other masseurs all night, I ask you, and I don't really let you do it, authentic can't be authentic anymore, Uncle He is more open than you!" Brother Hao Nan complained while driving the car.

"But I'm so embarrassed to undress in front of a woman," said the cripple blushing.

"Stop!" Uncle He in the back seat screamed violently, and the frightened Dong Haonan stepped on the steering wheel.

'Boom! Lin Fatzi, who was dozing off, suddenly stuck his fat face on the back of the chair, and his nose was red.

"What, what!" The fat man's eyes were filled with tears.

"The figure in front of me is so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"I'll pick, uncle, you can't look closer if you're familiar, do you know, my driver's license has been revoked three times, and if you do it again, my father won't allow me to buy a car!"

"Huh? The deaf are on the other side, too. ”

"I see! That guy is Wing Chun Yip Huai! Uncle He thought about it suddenly.

"Wing Chun Ye asked me to know, Ye Huai is a side?" Dong Haonan turned his head and asked.

"Wing Chun started from Yan Wing Chun, derived from Ryazan, passed on to Ip Man, and flourished in Liang Ting, have you ever heard of this?"

"Of course there is, Hong Kong people don't know." The cripple said excitedly.

"Now I have to add a sentence, I am so powerful that Ye Huai is here."

"What's the explanation?"

"Let's just say that he is the best at fighting, Wing Chun boxing is spread internationally, and the locals will always not believe it, just like Bruce Lee back then, if you don't believe it, I'll show you, if you don't believe it, I'll call you."

"Now it's him who is supporting the façade of Wing Chun. Today's Chinese martial arts circles are rumored that he can fight like Bruce Lee back then. ”

"I'm picking, so mighty! Why haven't I heard of it?! Brother Hao Nan was surprised.

"People are low-key, and they are more famous in foreign countries than in Hong Kong and Kowloon. That's right! Call me, call the dragon boy! ”

"Hello? Dragon Boy! You Abel, I thought of it! In addition to pictographs and Taoist pile skills, there is another one that can help you enter the elephant, that is, the wooden pile method of Wing Chun, have you listened to me......

"Got it. Uncle," Tang Long hung up his phone, walked downstairs, opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, there was a strange feeling in his heart that Liu Bei was looking at the thatched house, but before he went to the third time, Zhuge Liang sent it to the door by himself.

"Mr. Ye, hello."

"I'll take the time to go back to the old house and listen to the housekeeper. There's a gentleman looking for me, it seems to be Mr. Tang, you? Ye Huai's smile was unpredictable.

"Yes."

"I don't know what to advise?"

Tang Long pursed his lips, "I want to replace Bruce Lee and burn incense for Ip Man's seniors." ”

"What is the relationship between you and Uncle Zhenfan?"

"I am a disciple of Li Xiangning (Bruce Lee's daughter), and I know a little about the contradiction between Grandmaster Ip Man and Mr. Bruce Lee. This is also Bruce Lee's last wish," Tang Long said half-truthfully.

"Yes," Ye Huai was noncommittal, "That's a good thing." There's no reason for me to disagree, but—"

Tang Long knew that the drama meat was coming!

"Those seniors on Chashipin Street, do you know that they came to cheer me this time?"

"I've heard of it."

"That's very simple, Dong Haichuan taught Sun Lutang the true gossip. Since then, Xingyi and Bagua are friendly boxing, and Uncle Zhen Fan studied under my Ye family and created a line of Jeet Kune Do, that Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do can also be regarded as friendly boxing, and I can also be called your elder, right? ”

"Yes."

"I also know the grievances between you and the gym owners, why don't I do it, set a table and head wine, everyone has a drink, and have a good time, what about you, don't be so tough, don't be respectful for tea, bow your head, apologize, everyone should do nothing happened, okay?"

Tang Long was silent, logically speaking, this should be a better way to deal with it, but-

"Young man, it is easy to break just now, so let's do it, I will let you burn incense, and pass on my highest secret of Wing Chun, the wooden man pile technique, to you, this method has not been learned by Uncle Zhenfan back then, it is considered a private compensation, what do you think?"

Tang Long knew that as long as he nodded, he could not only achieve the goal of coming to Hong Kong, but also the wooden pile method was also a guarantee for him to enter the image as soon as possible, which could be regarded as an indirect increase in the possibility of breaking the limits of the human body; Besides, it's just an apology, it's a big deal, but ......

"Senior Ye," Tang Long raised his head: "Do you think, is my idea right?" Martial arts have been inherited for thousands of years, isn't the significance of technical attack and actual combat the most important? ”

"Do you think that's important?" Ye Huai asked rhetorically.

"Very important!!" Tang Long gritted his teeth: "Brother Long said that the effect of Jeet Kune Do is not only in the achievement of personal martial arts attainments, it is also a way of self-knowledge, a way of expression, through it, I got rid of my own psychological shadow, many life and death moments, relying on it, no, relying on my persistence, survived."

"It's not like I can't bend this waist! If you can enter the Ye family ancestral hall to burn incense and fulfill Bruce Lee's last wish, it will be no problem to kneel one step at a time! ”

"It doesn't matter if I can kneel down today, because I believe I can still stand up, but I don't know this spirit, when I talk and do things, my backbone is bent, and I can't stand up straight! My Tang Long's self and value are all erased, it is better to kill me! ”

"So, you don't want to bow your head even if you die?!" Ye Huai's eyes were particularly strange, as if he was regretting, reminiscing, and his tone sank.

"I'm willing to bow my head, but I don't want my martial arts spirit to bow down! That's my roots. ”

"Young man, you are too arrogant, you have chosen the most difficult path! It's going to ruin you. ”

"I don't know, this road is difficult or not, but this is my choice," Tang Long took a breath: "If this kind of pride, this kind of self-confidence, will destroy me, then let it come, come more violently!" When the time comes, I think, I'll face it calmly! ”

"Very good," Ye Huai suddenly smiled: "You like this already have the value of letting me do it."

"Let's start fighting here, do you see a dozen cars parked behind? The owners of the major martial arts halls are watching. ”

The umbrella was gently put down, Ye Huai, against the rain, walked to the middle of the clearing, the raindrops, quickly wet his clothes, but it always gave people a leisurely temperament.

"Brother Long, I'm sorry, incense, it seems that it can't be burned."

With an apologetic mood, he sent this message, and Tang Long strode into the rain curtain, but he didn't notice a series of 'Didi' sounds.

'Dragon, do it beautifully! —Bruce Lee

On the old loudspeaker of the low-rent house, there was a whisper, 'Today, the heavy rain is pouring, rushing to the snake, it is appropriate to enter the house, it is appropriate to be buried, and it is necessary to avoid fighting and quarreling......

Jeet Kune Do vs Wing Chun, the ultimate fight!! (To be continued.) )