'Dear passengers, the flight to Hong Kong is about to depart, please check your ......'

Tang Long looked out the window, the ground was gradually shrinking, and a slight sense of weightlessness came from his body, in addition, there was not much difference between taking a plane and taking a train.

Turning his head, he saw that Fat Lin was staring obscenely at the back of the flight attendant who had just walked over, focusing on the parts, below the waist and above the thighs.

"Tsk, what is said on the Internet is really accurate, China Eastern Airlines has beautiful women, and the quality of flight attendants is high!"

"Pervert," Nie mm, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but roll his eyes in disdain.

"Cut, I'm not your man, I want you to take care of it!" Fat Lin rolled his eyes lazily and said as a scoundrel.

"I said, two of you, I'm really going to Hong Kong to do business, are you really good dressed as a tourist?" Tang Long twitched the corner of his mouth, Lin Fatzi was wrapped in a down jacket like a bear, and there was a large camera hanging around his neck, and Nie mm was even more exaggerated, with big sunglasses, small leather boots, parasols, and two large suitcases on the shelf, and there were more things inside.

"Don't brag, you haven't been out of the city a few times in your life, what's the matter? You went to Hong Kong to talk to Brother Jiacheng about business! ”

Tang Long sighed helplessly, took out a small notebook, looked at it, and was snatched by the fat man without scanning a few lines.

"What are you looking at, "Introduction to Cantonese, 100 Sentences Guide"?"

"You have to know two local dialects, we don't have a tour guide."

"Aren't you just," a man and a woman on the other side said in unison.

"......" has these two burdens, and Tang Long said that this trip to Hong Kong will be under great pressure.

"Excuse me, are you talking about it?"

"Excuse me, what about it-"

"How much money?"

"Servant Streetboy, I will kill you, do you believe it!" Hey? There will be such a strange paragraph in the book, as soon as Tang Long looked up, he saw the fat man Lin smiling haha.

"I'll ask you, I've watched the original version of the old boy more than a dozen times, and I can't even speak, decrepit boy!"

Time passed slowly, and in Tang Long's awkward Cantonese voice, the plane landed at Hong Kong International Airport.

"Let's do a citybus first, then transfer to the Airport Express, and then go to Kowloon, find a place to rent first, and then what do you think?"

"Go shopping in Central! Go to Victoria Harbour to see the night. ”

"Don't go, go to Lan Kwai Fong to drink, soak in Hong Kong girls!"

"I'm going to Disneyland," Ms. Nie added.

"Please, how old are you, come to the old port, naturally find a place to do authentic horses and chickens, just find which one the pheasant brother goes to cut people, the girl is authentic!" Lin Fatzi smiled and added, "My dream since I was a child." ”

Tang Long's face was black, these two guys, are they going crazy?

"Come with me!"

As a result, as soon as they arrived in Central, the two of them stopped cooking, rented a house of less than seventy or eighty square meters, not relying on the urban area, or low-rent housing, and the three of them shared it, and there were no more than 10,000 yuan, no wonder nine of the top ten richest people in Hong Kong started with real estate.

Tang Long shook his head, although he was not short of money now, there was no need to show off, and these two stopped, and he could do something serious by himself.

"Master, this address," a taxi was hailed on the side of the road, pointing to a piece of paper, which was written in traditional Chinese characters, Niuchiwan Shitun, which was also the address given to him by Bruce Lee.

"It's in Kowloon, boy."

"Does the master speak Mandarin," Lin Fatzi also came in and asked.

"A little bit!"

"Where's Qianqian?" Tang Long asked.

"She went outside early in the morning, saying that she would explore the way for us first."

"Let's drive away," Tang Long nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, what kind of identity should he use to speak when he met the descendants of the Ye family, to tell the truth, he would be regarded as a psychopath.

"Hey, I said, where the hell are you going?"

"Have you heard of Ip Man?"

"The one who hit ten?"

"Yes, Grandmaster Wing Chun, we are here to visit his descendants."

"It's boring, it's better to kill chickens with horses, I'm dreaming," Lin Fatzi grumbled: "Seriously, martial arts, is this thing real, or is it bragging?"

"How?"

"Since I was a child, I have heard people say every day that martial arts are so nb and powerful, that is, I have never seen TM, what Shaolin host on those TV, Emei is in charge, all fat are like pigs, can you ever practice taekwondo and sanda?"

"Let's see who fights whom, it's hard to say," Tang Long shook his head, he hadn't seen it before, "In short, there is no Nine Yin True Scripture and the Sword Technique to ward off evil spirits!" ”

"Real kung fu, there is Bruce Lee, do you know? He's a pretty good boxer," the driver in front interjected, a proud tone.

"But he's not fighting martial arts, it's modern boxing!" Lin Fatzi scratched his head, in his heart, the kind of 'white crane with bright wings' is the one, it is best to bring a white-haired old man with him, and have a secret or something.

"Then you have to go to Chashipin Street, where there are the most martial arts halls, Hong Boxing, Iron Wire Boxing, Bullet Leg, Cai Li Fo, Tong Arm, Lost Trace, Hakka Boxing, Praying Mantis, too many, there are both southern fists and northern legs, where do many martial arts enthusiasts go, it is the place of our Hong Kong martial arts community," the driver is also a talkative character, continued.

"So fierce?" Lin Fatzi opened his mouth wide: "Why don't we have it in the mainland?" ”

"Yes, but you used to sweep the four 'old' and rectify the 'old' style every day, and the good things were destroyed, and there was no authentic us." The other party's Mandarin unconsciously brought a hint of accent.

"Then I'm going to have to see it."

When they arrived at Niujiawan, to Tang Long's expectations, it was more dilapidated, a little bit of the taste of the old house, the driver drove them to an inconspicuous building, two stone lions in front of them, and an old tree in the wall poked its head out, "This is where Gong Gong lived before his death, but later the children moved out, only when the little nephew Ye Huai (personal fabrication) returned to Hong Kong, he only lived for a few days." ”

"Thank you, master."

"You're welcome, it's all Chinese."

'Papapa-' Tang Long patted the knocker, but in a moment, a Filipino maid opened the door.

"Are you on the side?"

"Why don't you say it more than once?" Tang Long couldn't understand for a while, and stammered.

"What do you mean?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the door, looking like he was in his fifties, and when he saw the two, he was puzzled: "From the mainland?" ”

"Huh-" Tang Long and Lin Fatzi glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, "Hello uncle, we are travelers from the mainland, well, we are still from Foshan, and Master Ye is a fellow countryman, I heard that the old residence of the martial artist Mr. Ip Man is here, and I want to come to visit and burn a stick of incense," this is a reason that he finally came up with.

"Foshan? Then why can't you speak Cantonese? ”

"Uh-" Tang Long was speechless for a moment, but he didn't expect it.

"Then do you know that in the jargon of the martial arts world, what is the concept of burning incense? Either worship the door, or smash the field, mainland boy, burn incense, these two words can't be said nonsense," the middle-aged man shook his head, "What about me, I am the housekeeper here, after the movie is broadcast, there are often some martial arts enthusiasts who come to make a pilgrimage, and the mood is understandable, but what, this is the Ye family's old house, and it can't be entered by outsiders, go back." ”

The door slammed and closed again, and the two of them closed the door, "What the hell, the tone is so arrogant, look for a cut!" Lin Fatzi said dissatisfiedly.

Tang Long scratched his head, only then did he feel that Brother Long's task was not very easy to handle, what about him, of course, he could take advantage of the dark and windy night of the month to quietly touch it in, light a stick of incense and it would be over, but this is definitely not what Brother Long wants, incense is just a form, what really matters is the heart, the heart that the Ye family feels; This is not something that can be solved by force.

The phone rang, opposite the microphone, lowered his voice, seemed to be hiding somewhere, and his voice was frightened and panicked, "Tang Long, help, I met a hooligan, hurry up and save me!" ”

(Thanks to the Dark-Knight, Free Eyes, Immortal Fall Police Department, and Jia Tengying's new and old friends for their tips)

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