"Whew~"

Lu Jianming's breathing was a little short, and in the face of Li An's attack, he obviously felt as if he was in a deep quagmire, and he could only barely parry, and he had no power to fight back.

In fact, for Li An, the talented junior brother in Zhou Sheng's mouth, before he fought each other, Lu Jianming always felt that Zhou Sheng's words were slightly exaggerated.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't believe Zhou Sheng's words.

Kung fu has never been achieved overnight, this year is the third year of Zhou Sheng's boxing, but it is only the power of mastering the whole strength, it is the first glimpse of the door, a little success, how long has Li An learned boxing? It's less than a year to get full.

No matter how talented he is, he should be about the same as him and Sanjiangshui.

But the two successive fights made him face up to the gap between himself and this junior brother.

I was completely in the rhythm of Ang Lee, I didn't dare to make a mistake, and I didn't immediately distinguish the winner and loser, all because this was a competition between senior brothers.

Lu Jianming took a deep breath and raised his elbow rung, not wanting Li An to suddenly change his move, and took the big silk to his fist.

Lu Jianming was helpless, and just as he was about to twist his back and retreat, Li An's elbow was already across his neck with a strong wind.

He looked at Li An, who withdrew his elbow and slowly retreated, a little absent-mindedly:

"This time I lasted for a shorter time."

"It's the senior brother who is distracted and not attentive enough."

Li Anqiang frowned.

Lu Jianming's kung fu is not bad, and he has practiced boxing for six years, and his basic skills can be described as solid, but the actual combat experience is difficult to describe, and it is really pitiful.

"Perhaps."

Lu Jianming shook his head and didn't say anything.

He turned his head to look at Sanjiangshui, who was standing at the door, and said to Li An: "Don't fight, rest first." ”

"Jianming, was you hit?"

Sanjiangshui walked over and patted Lu Jianming on the shoulder. The two sparred, and he saw it in his eyes.

"Sort of, indeed."

Lu Jianming didn't deny it, and then straightened his face:

"But there are many surprises. Ah An's kung fu is a good thing, which is a good thing. At least this time when I came back, Master didn't say that my kung fu had fallen. ”

"You should tell Ah Sheng about this, he didn't complain to me a lot, since Ah An started to learn boxing, the master has become more and more strict with him."

Sanjiangshui couldn't help but laugh.

"A'an, you said yes, right?"

Ang Lee just smiled.

He got down to business:

"By the way, senior brother, did the master agree to the opening of the museum?"

Sanjiangshui took over the conversation: "Master said that one generation doesn't care about two generations, and I decide the opening of the museum myself." ”

"You're opening?"

Lu Jianming was a little surprised.

Sanjiangshui glanced at Lu Jianming:

"Master has a high spirit, don't be indiscriminate, there are only four of us disciples, the three of you don't have to count on it, you don't have any intention of this, if it goes on like this, our sect will be lost sooner or later."

"How so?"

Lu Jianming smiled: "Although I don't accept apprentices, I can also teach my son." ”

"I remember that those two boys in your family are not interested in learning boxing."

Lu Jianming married early, Chinese New Year's Eve this year, has two sons and two daughters, and the eldest son is 12 years old.

Sanjiangshui asked in some surprise:

"Are you going to have two more?"

Lu Jianming coughed and didn't answer.

Sanjiangshui was happy when he saw this:

"So, I can only come to open the hall and teach apprentices, and when we have thousands of disciples one day, the master will have his long-cherished wish, and his old man will be happy."

Unlike the mainland, at this time, there was a strong martial arts atmosphere in Hong Kong, and as long as the martial arts hall was famous enough, it was not an empty word that there were thousands of disciples for more than ten years.

"When will it open?" Ang Lee asked.

Sanjiangshui thought for a while:

"There are still two days left before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will start preparing for the opening of the museum."

"Okay, then after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Li An nodded, and said unashamedly: "At that time, senior brother can only prepare for the opening of the museum with peace of mind, as for whether he has the qualifications to open the museum, it doesn't matter, kung fu is played, if none of them can win me a move and a half, it is impossible to talk about whether they are qualified or not." ”

There are many boxers from the north who come to Hong Kong, but very few can open a gym.

When Ang Lee came to the door to learn, he also met a master who can be called a benevolent and martial artist, but it is also a fact that the martial arts world is xenophobic.

Everything must be about the rules, on seniority, one by one.

As a northern boxing type, Bajiquan undoubtedly has many difficulties if it wants to gain a foothold in the southern martial arts.

However, kung fu is one horizontal and one vertical.

Wenli Li Ang didn't think about it, his idea was very direct, and his fists and feet were hard enough, so naturally no one questioned it.

A line of heaven has the grace of teaching him, and the senior brothers treat him sincerely, agree with him from the bottom of their hearts, and sincerely call him a junior brother.

Ang Lee has never been a showy person, and he has no intention of teaching boxing, but this time it is the senior brother who opened the museum, and he must be obliged to go up as a junior brother, so Ang Lee doesn't mind going crazy.

As far as he knows, there are many kung fu masters in the five fists and thirteen schools in Hong Kong and Kowloon.

and Ip Man of Wing Chun......

No matter who Ip Man is in reality, but this is the Hong Kong comprehensive world, I have heard a lot of the name of Wing Chun Ip Man's master, and Ang Lee is still quite interested in fighting him, although Ip Man is not his opponent today.

……

……

Kowloon, Kwong Wah Hospital.

The doctor, who was wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses, put down the medical records in his hand and said to Lei Luo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed:

"Mr. Lei, you are recovering well, and it is okay to be discharged from the hospital early. However, in the next month, you should still pay attention to your diet, eat more eggs, fish and shrimp to promote bone recovery, and exercise moderately. ”

"Thank you, Dr. Liu."

Lei Luo nodded in understanding.

"You're welcome."

The doctor smiled and waved away.

Lard boy sent the doctor out of the ward, turned back, and complained:

"Brother Luo, the affairs of the police station are in order, the district is peaceful, you can rest and recuperate with peace of mind, there is no need to rush out of the hospital."

Lei Luo moved his shoulders and said with a smile:

"Lie down again, lie down if you are not sick, and lie down sick, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I don't want to spend the holiday in the hospital. Boy, help me get my clothes. ”

Lard Boy looked helpless.

He took out a suit from the suitcase next to the bed and handed it to Relo.

After a while, Lei Luo changed his clothes and walked out of the ward with his collar straightened.

"Brother Luo, where are you going?"

After leaving the hospital, the two got into the car, and the lard boy sitting in the driver's seat in front of him turned around and asked.

"Did I buy the mooncakes I bought?" Lei Luo asked.

"Of course I bought it, Brother Luo explained, how could I forget?"

Lard Boy smiled: "Listen to the guys, the new white lotus paste mooncakes in Ronghua Restaurant this year taste good and are in short supply." I was worried that I wouldn't be able to buy it today, and it was not yet dawn, so I went to Yuen Long, New Territories, bought a lot, and put it in the trunk. I tasted it so delicious that I even bought the one I gave away. ”

"Then let's go to the walled city, I talked to Ang Lee on the phone last night."

"Okay."

Lard boy started a fire and the car drove away from the hospital.

(End of chapter)