Wing Chun scum!

Seeing four more white characters on the door of his martial arts hall from a distance, Li Changyi's forehead was bruised, and his eyes were almost on fire.

He clenched his fists and ran over quickly, just as he saw three young men with dragon and tiger tattoos stepping on the "bombing street" motorcycles and leaving, and one of them even gave a middle finger to the second floor of the martial arts hall.

"Mother Doulei, fight the street!"

Li Changyi shouted angrily, picked up a long stick at the door and was about to catch up, but Meng Buding heard the familiar Cantonese: "You don't want to chase!" (Don't chase it)"

He looked up, Master Liang Guohui emerged from the balcony on the second floor, shouted at him and waved, the old man had a bandage on his head, and an elastic net on the outside, looking like he had just been "opened".

Li Changyi cursed and dropped his stick, stepped directly on the outer wall of the martial arts hall door, and jumped up to the terrace on the second floor like a monkey.

This is where he usually practices martial arts, about 30 square meters, a row of foam boxes planted with fruits and vegetables on the west wall, and three old pulp wooden stakes are erected on the east side.

Liang Guohui, who is over sixty years old, is on crutches with his left hand and hammers his waist with his right hand, and he still complains: "Is it okay to walk the stairs?" Keep an eye out for my sign! ”

The old man is thin, with a hooked nose and triangular eyes on his long face, and he doesn't look like a good person horizontally or vertically.

Today, he is wearing a loose white vest, black shorts with a thin belt around his waist, and a pair of cowhide slippers on his feet.

The signboard he was referring to was the plaque of "Wing Chun Gym", which had actually been hung outside the low wall of the terrace in the sun and rain for more than ten years, and had long been dilapidated.

Li Changyi didn't care about that, and ran over to check on Master's injuries.

As a result, the old man suddenly shook his hand, and the crutches came from the bottom to the top.

Li Changyi reflexively retreated, and instantly tied down the "two-word tongs sheep and horse" to pick up the stall hand: "Another sneak attack?!" ”

Liang Guohui smiled strangely, threw away his crutches and tore off the bandage, and the whole person's spirit immediately changed, his back was not hunched over, his face was ruddy, and his voice was loud: "Come, talk about hands!" ”

Seeing that the master's short gray hair was thick and erect, and there were no blood stains on the bandages, Li Changyi breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that the old man must have gone out to touch porcelain again, and nine times out of ten he was exposed in public and chased to the martial arts hall.

Master obviously has a real ability, but he doesn't follow the right path!

Li Changyi got angry when he thought about it, and took the initiative to enter the horse and hit the bridge of the old man's nose.

Liang Guohui also put down the "two-word tongs sheep and horses", and beat them with a turn of horses.

Li Changyi took a step back, quickly blocked his fist and arm, and entered the unique state of hand-to-hand training with his master.

Liang Guohui is the main attacker, and his punch speed is extremely fast, dazzling, not at all like an old man of his age.

And his fist is as smooth as his character, and he uses his strength to defeat the enemy in the upper three ways, marking his throat and hitting his eyes for a while, and killing his neck in the blink of an eye. The next three dark leg sneak attacks, like to suddenly get up and kick the yin, or kick the knee and ankle joints.

Even if he is training against an apprentice, he is just as ruthless.

Li Changyi studied art with him for ten years, of which 8 years were beaten, and the rest of the time was spent recuperating from injuries.

It was also this year that he mastered the knack of Wing Chun Listening Bridge, and he could feel the direction of the opponent's force in the collision of fists and feet, and his body naturally reacted or eliminated or hit, so that he could be regarded as getting rid of the hard life.

The master and apprentice tossed and turned on the terrace, and the fist wind urged the melons, fruits, vegetables and leaves to move without hurting them in the slightest, and they actually fought for nearly 20 minutes.

Li Changyi's forehead was sweating, and he felt that his master's strength had weakened significantly, and he gradually felt a little unbearable in his heart: "I'm afraid that my fist will be less strong, and my master is getting old." ”

He was slightly distracted, his fist was not firm, and he was immediately caught by Liang Guohui, and he sneaked into his left shoulder with one move.

The force of this punch was not small, Li Changyi staggered back three steps, and trampled on the vegetable rack at the root of the west wall.

"Destroy my melon vine? You won't be able to eat tonight! ”

Liang Guohui jumped to his feet and scolded angrily, but he turned a blind eye to the apprentice's injured shoulder.

Li Changyi didn't dare to argue, respectfully brewed tea, and brought it to the old man: "Master, please drink tea." ”

After the old man had finished drinking, he sat down with his shoulders rubbed, brought up the topic of touching porcelain, and persuaded him to pay attention to safety.

Liang Guohui crossed Erlang's legs, squinted his triangular eyes, put the teacup on the table, took out a stack of money from his arms and threw it on the table: "You know a fart, you pay so little tuition, I don't want to go out and show up, how to keep the martial arts hall?" ”

After all, Li Changyi couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and stood up and retorted, is it less than 50,000 yuan a year for his filial piety? If your old man accepts a few more apprentices, the martial arts hall will not wither into what it is now, right? Now that the Internet is developed, the old man's behavior of touching porcelain has been complained about many times, and he has long been notorious.

"People talk about you Wing Chun scum!"

He pointed to the big letters on the door downstairs, and he was very sad.

Liang Guohui was silent for a while, and suddenly pushed the money on the table over: "I've been with me for many years, and I've wronged you." ”

"Huh?"

Li Changyi stared at him with an incredulous expression, he has been learning art for nearly 10 years, and he has always given his master filial piety money, and this is the first time he has seen the money back!

He couldn't help but pick up the crumpled red tickets, twisted them one by one, and counted the circles under his eyes to turn red, this is the money that the master cheated with his life, so he handed it over to himself......

Liang Guohui picked up the bowl and poured tea, and poured a cup for Li Changyi for the first time, and his tone suddenly became very heavy: "Your senior brother asked me to go to Germany for development, and the martial arts hall over there makes money quickly!" Foreigners like me to be highly respected and respectful, but it is not like in China, and the neighbors shout (shout) me 'Master Liang', and it means 'Master Liang'. ”

Hearing that the master was going abroad, Li Changyi became excited and learned Liang Guohui's tone: "Take me, I have never been abroad." ”

Liang Guohui stretched his face and took the pu fan and fanned it violently: "Take you?" You don't have money, education, fame and ability, and the embassy will issue you a visa? ”

Liang Guohui belittled him, as if his apprentice didn't study well in school and had nothing to do with him.

Seeing Li Changyi's depressed and dazed look, he finally laughed, showing a smug look of "tricking", and handed out a crumpled note with a name and phone number handwritten on it.

The old man probably meant that he had entrusted his relationship to find a way out for Li Changyi in the Sports Bureau, and by calling this person, he could get a chance to select athletes from the training team, and he would be an athlete with food and accommodation and allowances.

After the old man finished speaking, he got up and went back to the room, Li Changyi had a desolate feeling that the trees were falling and scattered, and he couldn't help but kneel and kowtow, but at this moment, a voice came from the back room: "That's right, buy me a ticket with the money on the stage, and fly from Guangzhou to Munich." Loose paper (change) remember Zhong (also) me! ”

"Ah......h

Li Changyi looked down at the eight hundred yuan in his hand, such a small amount of money to buy an international air ticket? Still need change?

Knowing that he was being calculated by this old man again, he shook his head and shouted into the back room: "Is the Sports Bureau a job? ”

It took a long time for two words to float in the back room: "Skiing!" ”