Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 94

Wang Yunwu, who was sitting on the chair, felt a little uneasy.

"Master, you understand."

"Do you think you can hide the fact that you secretly went to boxing without telling me?

Zhongfang Street is so close to the boxing ring. Neighbors who had seen the boxing match nearby recognized you and spread the word. As soon as I came back, I heard about it. "

The old man spoke lightly, with an understatement, but his eyes were slightly stern.

Wang Yunwu clasped his hands together and said nothing.

The two were speechless for a while.

After a while, it was the old man who broke the silence first.

He digressed:
"I heard from Ah Fu that a young man in his early twenties came to the martial arts studio to ask for advice?"

"Yes. I lost a bit." Wang Yunwu nodded in response and said slowly:
"His name is Li An. He practices Baguazhang and Bajiquan. Before coming to our martial arts studio, he had closed-door training with many masters from Zhongfang Street."

The old man's tone showed a bit of surprise:

"It seems that during the time I returned to the mainland, an interesting young man appeared."

Wang Yunwu nodded, frowned and thought for a while before saying:

"Although his Bajiquan and Bajiazhang have already been used, when I fought with him, he used Bajiazhang more often, and Bajiquan was only used as a surprise attack.

Moreover, the connection between his two boxing styles is still a little stagnant and not coherent enough. "

"When you are in your early twenties, it is already very valuable to be able to practice to the point of entering the palace. A handyman? You bite off more than you can chew. How can it be so simple to master everything?"

The old man shook his head and laughed.

After spending half his life in the martial arts world, there were many masters who were experts in many disciplines. They may have mastered many martial arts techniques. Except for those masters from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, he had never heard of any of them for so many years.

It is easy to take advantage of hundreds of schools of thought, but in the end, most of these masters who have the strengths of many schools are only general but not proficient, and end up mediocre.

There are very few people who can achieve such a mastery.

He can already be called a master of martial arts and has established a sect.

For example, Cai Lifu, who is ranked among the top five masters of Mojiaquan.

It combines the strengths of Cai Jiaquan, Buddhist Jiaquan, Li Jiaquan and other palm skills, leg skills, and boxing skills to create the unique Cai Li Fuquan that combines hardness and softness, and is both offensive and defensive.

The old man paused and looked at the apprentice in front of him.

"Don't go to that boxing ring at Ma Jingsheng again."

Wang Yunwu still responded with silence. After a while, he said to himself:
"Master, I know what you mean, you are worried about me getting folded in the boxing ring. But after practicing boxing for so many years, I still can't recognize myself.

Work behind closed doors and make the same decisions when you go out.No matter how hard I practice without going out to see the world, I will stop here, and I won’t achieve anything in Kung Fu in the future.

What's more, when I go to boxing, I don't necessarily decide who wins or loses.I just want to recognize myself and make progress in the process of fighting with others. "

When he said this, Wang Yunwu looked directly into the old man's eyes with an extremely serious expression.

"You really think so?"

"Yes Master!"

Wang Yunwu's eyes were burning.

At this moment, this old man, who had been in trouble for half his life, looked at the resolute face and the scorching eyes in front of him, feeling a little relieved for no reason in his heart.

The old man suddenly discovered that it seemed that during the time he had been away, the child he had placed high hopes on had finally grown up.

This Mo Family Boxing Martial Arts School also has a successor!
Around ten o'clock in the evening.

Long Chenghu came off the stage, and Huaman also looked away from the ring.

Li An put the Hong Kong dollars into the brown paper bag handed over by the waiter, looked up at her, and asked:
"Don't watch?"

Huaman glanced at the corner of his mouth: "Don't look at it, there is nothing to see later."

"Yes." Li An nodded, picked up the teacup on the table and drank it in one gulp.

"What to eat?"

"Of course it's your decision to treat you."

Li An thought for a while and said, "What do you think of wonton noodles?"

Huaman glanced at him, pressed her white palms on the table, and said in a dissatisfied tone:
"Hey, aren't you? I helped you win more than 2 yuan by betting, and you treat me to a late-night snack. Are you going to a roadside stall and treating me to a bowl of wonton noodles that costs [-] cents a bowl?"

Although Huaman's voice was not loud, it still attracted the attention of the audience nearby.

A middle-aged man with a stout figure looked at Hua Man's graceful figure, with a hint of surprise in his eyes!He stood up and seemed ready to strike up a conversation, but Li An glared at him unceremoniously.

The man was startled by Li An's eyes, and seemed to recognize Li An as the boxer against Cha Song.He hesitated for a moment, then sat back with a smile.

Li An spread his hands towards Hua Man and said innocently:
"You let me decide. To be honest, I used to live in a wooden house area, and eating a steaming bowl of wonton noodles was a very happy thing.

I don't care about the money, but if you ask me which high-end restaurant has delicious food, I can't tell you.

Otherwise, can you recommend one? "

These words seemed to remind Huaman of something. She was in a daze for a moment, but she regained her composure in an instant.

When she looked at Li An again, the smile on her face became much softer and she said:

"Wonton noodles, just wonton noodles."

Zhongfang Street, Chenji Wonton Noodle House.

At this time, the small store was crowded with people and the store was noisy.

The two people sat opposite each other in front of the small square wooden table with yellow tones.

The boss, wearing an apron with some oil stains around his neck, walked over and put down the two large bowls of wonton noodles in his hands.

The steam rising from the mouth of the bowl spreads away.

"Please enjoy."

"Thank you."

Li An thanked him.

He stood up, put a bowl in front of Huaman, and said hello.

"The owner of this shop is very good at his craftsmanship. Eat it while it's hot."

As he said that, Li An picked up his bowl and put it in front of him, then wolfed it down.

Huaman picked up the chopsticks and took two bites, then nodded with satisfaction:
"Really good."

Li An raised his head and smiled:
"As long as you're satisfied. I thought you wouldn't be able to get used to it."

Huaman shook his head and laughed:

"You don't think I'm some rich girl, do you?"

She lowered her head and took a sip of noodle soup, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and asked intentionally or unintentionally:

"By the way, your fists and kicks are so sharp. The master who taught you boxing must be very famous, right?"

Li An squinted his eyes imperceptibly, his face concealing it.

Instead, he looked at her with a smile and asked, knowingly:

"Miss Huaman is interested in boxing and kicking kung fu?"

Huaman nodded, curled up the corner of his mouth, and sounded a little excited:

"I like to watch boxing matches. I can recognize a little bit of Wing Chun and Hong Quan. I've also watched a lot of Muay Thai in the past two days. I saw you defeat that Thai guy with three punches and two kicks. So It’s amazing, but I don’t recognize it, so of course I’m a little curious.”

"Actually, my master is not a famous martial arts master, he is just a small shop owner."

Li An told the truth, and he didn't care much about Huaman's testing of him.

"Really?" Huaman didn't believe it.

Li An's expression remained unchanged: "Of course, how could I lie to you."

"Then what kind of boxing skills do you practice?" Huaman asked casually.

"Bajiquan."

"Bajiquan?" Huaman seemed a little confused.

Li An looked at Hua Man and raised the corners of his mouth, knowing full well about Hua Man's temptation.

However, considering that she would be asked to help place bets later, Li An responded patiently:

"There is not a single martial arts school in Hong Kong that teaches Baji Quan. Of course you have never heard of it."

"That's it."

The two chatted while eating, except for Huaman's occasional probing and teasing.

The rest were all insignificant small talk, and Li An smoothly took over Hua Man's topic.

After finishing the supper, he said goodbye to Huaman and walked to the apartment alone.As for provoking Huaman, Ang Lee has no such intention now.

And this woman is not as casual as she appears.

(End of this chapter)