When sisters Yim Wing Chun and Yim Wing Chou came to the residence behind the shop, they saw their father sitting in the room with a letter in his hand, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little displeased.

"Daddy, I'm back. Yim Wing Chun greeted and stepped forward.

Hearing his daughter's voice, Yan Er put down the letter and looked up. I don't know if there are too many things to worry about, but in the past few years, his appearance has become quite old, not only has a few wrinkles on his forehead, but his hair has also turned a lot grayer.

Yim Wing Chun has a straightforward temperament, and he is facing his father, so he doesn't need to be cowardly, he glanced at the letter on the table and asked directly: "I heard that Wing Chou said that Uncle Leung wrote a letter, I don't know what he said in the letter?"

Yan Er sighed heavily and said, "Originally, I saw that you were getting older, so last year I asked someone to send you a letter to Uncle Liang, asking him if he had any plans for your marriage with Bo Tao. Who knew that he finally waited for a reply from him, but in the letter he said that Bo Tao's child had also worshiped a master to learn martial arts, and it would take about five years or so to go home. Although your Uncle Liang has apologized repeatedly, the meaning between the lines is nothing more than to wait five years before talking about this marriage. Hmph, he said it lightly, isn't this a real delay in my daughter's good youth!"

Hearing the news, Yim Wing Chun's heart suddenly relaxed a lot, and he comforted his father with a smile: "Daddy doesn't have to be angry, anyway, the master said that I have reached a critical juncture in learning martial arts now, and I must have no distractions for at least three years, and I can't get married in the first place." Since Uncle Liang also has difficulties on his side, he will put this marriage on hold for the time being. ”

After listening to his daughter's persuasion, Yan Er's anger not only did not subside, but instead sent it out to Yan Wing Chun, and he slapped his palm on the table and shouted: "Nonsense! Originally, my father didn't want to waste your talent in martial arts, so he sent you to Wumei Shitaimen to learn martial arts." Do you know that you have become more and more wild in learning martial arts, and now in addition to this appearance, what kind of demeanor and temperament do you have like a girl......? If you can't get married at an age like your aunt, how can you explain to your deceased mother?"

Yan Wing Chun has been spicy and naughty since she was a child, not like a girl, and because she often gets into trouble, she doesn't know how many times she has been scolded by her father, so she naturally doesn't take this drizzling nagging to heart, but she is experienced and apologizes with a smile on her face, and Wing Qiu, who has always been well-behaved and obedient, is helping on the side, and after a while, she persuaded Yan Er to lose his temper.

Yan Er sighed and picked up another letter from the table that had not yet been opened and was already a little yellowed, and said, "This one is a letter written by Bo Tao's child before he left home, and this time your Uncle Liang sent it over." This is the whisper of your little couple, you take it and look at it yourself. ”

Yim Wing Chun took the letter casually, but his expression was indifferent, and he did not mean to open it in a hurry.

Besides, Yu Tianlai waited for the descendants who practiced martial arts with him to practice the "Shaolin" boxing method five times, and then asked everyone to take the Qimei short stick placed outside the field, and urged everyone to practice the "wind stick method" he handed down.

This stick method is also a widely spread routine, and even ordinary craftsmen who run the rivers and lakes can also play a few tricks. But under the guidance of Yu Tianlai's teaching, these dozens of Hou stiffly danced the eyebrow short stick in their hands violently, threatening the wind and thunder.

By the time the stick method was finished, it was not early, and Yu Tianlai beckoned everyone to pack up their things and go back to Bauhinia Village together.

Everyone is a young person, like the stars holding the moon, they hugged Yu Tianlai, talking and laughing while walking, and the atmosphere was very lively and joyful.

As soon as the group walked to the entrance of Bauhinia Village, they suddenly saw more than a dozen people lined up in the middle of the street, blocking their way.

"It's the people from the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall, what do they want to do?"

Although this Bauhinia Village is not small, but after all, it is only a market town, the residents in the village do not look up on weekdays, most of them know each other, at that time many people recognized that these people are from the only martial arts hall in the village "Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall", among these more than ten people stood a tall and broad-shouldered black-faced man is the owner of the "Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall" Zheng Heihu.

Yu Tianlai often came to Bauhinia Village with Yan Wing Chun over the years, and also knew Zheng Heihu. Seeing that he led someone to block the road, he showed that he was not good at coming, frowned slightly, first waved his hand to quiet down the people who were in a commotion around him, and then took a few steps forward and said loudly: "It turned out to be the face of the Zheng Pavilion Master." I wonder if you have any advice for your little brother when you are here today?"

Zheng Heihu came out of the crowd with a calm black face, and did not return the salute to Yu Tianlai, and shouted: "The boy surnamed Yu, you don't have to pretend, Zheng is here today, just to seek justice from you!"

Yu Tianlai didn't care about the other party's rudeness, and smiled calmly: "This is strange, how can the little brother have offended the pavilion owner, and what kind of justice does the pavilion owner want to come to ask for justice with such fanfare?"

Zheng Heihu sneered: "The surname is Yu, you are pretending to be confused." In the past two years, Zheng's Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall has deteriorated, and now except for the apprentices he brought when he came to Bauhinia Village, the newly accepted disciples have run clean, isn't it because you stepped in sideways?"

And so it was. Yu Tianlai sighed in his heart.

In fact, the moment he saw Zheng Heihu, he already had a guess. Five years ago, Zheng Heihu came to Bauhinia Village to open a martial arts hall, and it was very prosperous at the beginning. But when Yu Tianlai began to teach the young people in the village martial arts, some of the people who spent money to learn the arts in the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall secretly asked if they could change their doors to follow him. Yu Tianlai has been a human being for two lives, and naturally understands the truth of cutting off people's wealth like killing his parents, and he refuses to do this kind of resentful thing no matter what, so he politely refused at that time.

It's just that learning martial arts at the same time, while it costs money, it is free, especially those disciples of the martial arts hall found that they would only learn more by following Yu Tianlai through secret observation, and they slowly lost interest in the Black Tiger Martial Arts Gym, and left one after another.

In this matter, although Yu Tianzi asked himself if he did anything wrong, the decline of the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall was related to him after all, and he had a premonition in his heart that Zheng Heihu was afraid that he would not give up, and it really came true today.

But he has never been a person who is afraid of things, seeing the other party's momentum, his expression also turned cold, and he asked lightly: "Yu just found a few like-minded friends to practice some kung fu together, and he didn't rob half of your Black Tiger Martial Arts Pavilion from beginning to end, and the main courtyard of the Zheng Pavilion was cold, but I am afraid that Yu will not be blamed!"

Zheng Heihu pointed to the Bauhinia Village behind him with his hand and said, "Although this Bauhinia Village is not small, it can only accommodate a master who teaches boxing. Zheng has already opened a museum here to accept apprentices, and your surname Yu will come to teach people martial arts again, which is to grab food from Zheng's pot, how can you not blame you?"

Yu Tianlai shook his head speechlessly, and suddenly remembered a sentence he had heard in his previous life: "Only between peers is naked hatred." Confirmed by today's events, Fang Jue's words are truly reasonable.