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Chapter 171 The Fall of Foshan
"Master Jin, are you alright?" Up to now, Ye Wen's face is still not red, his heart is not beating, he didn't even break out of sweat, as if he had eaten high calcium tablets, and he kicked Jin Shanzhao to the ground Finally, he still had the leisure to ask the other party if he was okay. Obviously, Ye Wen didn't use all his strength to deal with Jin Shanzhao.

On the other hand, the search for Jinshan was much worse, his face was so swollen that he was about to catch up with Liao Yuanzhi, and the most important thing was that Ip Man just kicked a dog to eat shit, and it took a lot of effort to stand up, but the search for Jinshan was really patient Hit, stood up and moved his neck, then continued to rush towards Ye Wen.

This Jin Shanxun was obviously beaten up by Ye Wen, and he didn't care about the morality and immorality of any warrior. He picked the knife in his younger brother's hand with his feet, and planned to attack Ye Wen.

And Ye Wen had already seen Jin Shanzhao's small movements. When Jin Shanxun was holding the knife in his hand, Ye Wen's body had already leaned back, turned slightly to one side, and avoided the tip of Jin Shanzhao's knife.

With a big blade in hand, Jin Shanzun gained a bit more confidence. Seeing that Ye Wen dodged his sneak attack, he continued to chop. Although the method is fierce, it lacks the dexterity of the previous competition with Zhou Tian. Therefore, after this round of hacking, Ye Wen didn't even touch a single hair of Ye Wen. Ask Ye Wen to take his knife away.

Of course, Ye Wen would not look at Jinshan looking for a big knife to greet his head. Although it seems simple to grab a white blade with empty hands, and he almost succeeded a few times, it is not so so after Jinshan looks for it. It was easy to finish, so Ye Wen, who was unarmed, had to find a weapon, but when Ye Wen was thinking about what weapon to use, he happened to see a feather duster stuck in a vase beside him.Well, that's it, my wife beat me with this thing last night...

Ye Wen, holding a feather duster in his hand, suddenly felt a sense of arrogance to turn himself into a serf and sing, hum, Jinshan, let you also taste the feeling of being beaten by a feather duster...

So the peak battle between the feather duster and the big blade began.

"That's how my wife beat me yesterday..." Ye Wen blocked Jin Shanxun's big blade, and then slid it right behind Jin Shanxun's buttocks, and then heard a "snap", then Jin Shanzhao held his butt and missed his mother who was far away in a foreign land.

And Ye Wen seemed to be addicted after this beating. The one with the feather duster was called ruthless, and the feathers were all gone in the end, and Jin Shanxun was also so angry at this time that his hands and face were all smeared. It's Hong Yinzi, who knows that this is a martial arts competition, but those who don't know think...

"Ah..." Jin Shanzhao, who was beaten with a little strength to fight back, was completely furious. Except that he was beaten so badly by his mother when he was a child when he peeped at the horse widow next door while she was taking a bath. Having suffered this kind of insult, Jin Shan, who was furious, found out more ruthless moves, all of which were aimed at Ye Wen's head, but Ye Wen was obviously not afraid of dying, seeing Jin Shan looking for fury, he only smiled slightly Under the circumstances, he also sped up the frequency of shots, and when Jin Shanxun was looking at him with a big blade, he turned sideways and slapped Jin Shanxun's hand several times.

That Jinshan was furious, but it doesn't mean that the feather duster doesn't hurt anymore. Under the pain, as soon as he let go of his hand, the big blade slipped from his hand. At this time, Ye Wen just lifted his foot and kicked it. The big piece was kicked out.

"I have the demeanor of Lushan Shenglongba." After being kicked by Ye Wen, the big blade turned around like a bench that Zhou Tian hadn't swung for a long time, and it was inserted into the gate of Ye Wen's house.At the same time, Ye Wen's feather duster was already on Jin Shanxun's neck.

"How about Master Jin, my kung fu is not bad." Ye Wen said with a smile as the feather duster lowered Jin Shanzhao's neck and took a few steps forward.

"Needless to say, the Northern Fist lost to the Southern Fist today." Jin Shan pouted his neck but did not dare to move. He groaned twice and choked out a sentence.

"You're wrong..." Ye Wen shook his head lightly, put down the feather duster in his hand, and said, "This is not a problem with the northern and southern boxing techniques, but your problem. The punches are all good, but you haven't practiced well yet. "If my daughter-in-law comes to beat you, it will be much harder than this, and my feather duster will not be good enough...

Police Li Dapian, who had been peeping outside, opened the door when he saw that the two had finished the competition, and Jin Shanxun, who was the loser, naturally walked away despondently clutching his butt amidst the ridicule of the crowd.

"Master Zhou, aren't you with them?" Ye Wen glanced at Jin Shanzhao who had gone away in despair, and then asked Zhou Tian who was studying Ye Wen's porcelain with him.

"No, no..." Zhou Tian glanced at the feather duster in Ye Wen's hand, and quickly said, "Hey, I'm just here to watch the excitement. In order to watch Master Ye's Wing Chun boxing at a close distance, I pretended to be Let’s talk about the younger brother that Jinshan is looking for, Master Ye will not be angry.”

Hearing Zhou Tian's explanation, Ye Wen shook his head and smiled, and didn't say anything more, but at this time, the policeman Liu Datian and others who were looking for Jinshan after booing at the door rushed over together, and collectively took pictures of Ye Wen. flattery
"Master Ye is doing well."

"You gave a sigh of relief for our Foshan."

"You are our Foshan hero."

"Master Ye, I want to marry my daughter to you..."

Amid the praises from everyone, this Ye Wen seemed very calm, but he kept saying that it was due to luck, and he didn't have any pretensions at all. After he bowed his hands to everyone, he went back to the back room to coax his mad wife just now. When he was leaving, he stuffed the feather duster into the mouth of policeman Liu Dadian, who was still patting the horses—but he didn’t dare to see his wife with the feather duster, what would she do if she took it and whipped herself...

Everyone saw that Ye Wen was so low-key and had already returned to the house, so it was not good to bother others, so these people aimed at the only panoramic audience when Ye Wen beat Jinshan, and asked Zhou Tian to talk about the two In the process of people's competition, Zhou Tian, ​​who was about to stuff a palm-sized vase from Ye Wen's family into the Qiankun Ruyi bag at this time, had to use the Qiankun Ruyi bag as a rag, pretending to help Ye Wen's family wipe the table, and show it to everyone He explained the whole process in great detail.And under Zhou Tian's vivid and vivid interpretation of Shandong Kuaishu, Ip Man's prestige has been raised to an unattainable height-at least in the future, daily necessities will not cost money, and even a truck can be used for a stroll It's full.
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After Jinshan found it, the days became calmer, Wuguan Street was still lively as before, but people were talking more about Ip Man and Wing Chun, and no one knew who said it. The news that Ye Wen was going to open a martial arts school shocked the whole Foshan, but the protagonist of the news, Ye Wen, knew nothing about it, so in Ye Wen's bewilderment, the "Ip Man martial arts incident" would come to an end In short, in this way, the whole Foshan calmed down again...

In [-], on July [-]th, it was fine, and the hot sun was baking Foshan. Except for the children playing, other people seemed a little listless, with drooping eyelids, panting in the shade of their homes.And under this kind of weather, the martial arts apprentices in the martial arts hall did not practice, but sat around their master and listened to his master's great achievements that swept the north and south of the country, calm and peaceful...

In [-], July [-]th, sunny.The sun was still so hot, under the direct sunlight, the whole Foshan became quiet, there were no children playing in the street, and the masters and apprentices in Wuguan Street were not in the mood to listen to the story yesterday, each of them Putting the towel on his head, he waited for the heat to recede, but the heat continued on. Even at night, the parched ground was emitting fiery gasps, like a dying giant exhaling his last breath. A mouthful of life...

In [-], July [-]th, cloudy and windy.Although the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, the heat didn't subside a bit, instead it became more sultry under the oppression of the low dark clouds.The whole Foshan was shrouded in a hazy dampness. Even if he sat still at home, the sweat could not stop flowing from his body. At this moment, Zhou Tian was standing in the courtyard of the martial arts hall with his head up. In the middle of the window, he looked up at the somewhat dim sky.

"Master Zhou is going to have a heavy rain." Liao Yuanzhi came out of the house shirtless, and handed a pot of herbal tea to Zhou Tian, ​​who was a little dull-eyed, and said while looking at the sky.

"Yes, it's going to rain..." Zhou Tian took the herbal tea in Liao Yuanzhi's hand, took a sip, and murmured with bitterness in his mouth...

On July [-], [-], the Marco Polo Bridge incident broke out!The Japanese army aggressively invaded China, causing the Chinese people to live in dire straits and starve to death everywhere...

From this moment on, the world in Zhou Tian’s eyes was playing fast like an accelerated movie. At the beginning, the Japanese invasion of China did not bring any changes to Foshan’s life. Only a few students held occasional demonstrations. In addition to rising prices, the people in Foshan are still living a ignorant life. The masters on Wuguan Street are still teaching boxing, the teahouses in Wuchilin are still open, and the children on the street are still playing carefree. with...

Until the first batch of refugees from the north appeared in Foshan, the wailing of those refugees did not cause much shock to Foshan, and its impact was far less than that of a newly opened brothel. Foshan was shattered, and the wealthy people who hadn't paid attention to the refugees fleeing from the north became part of the refugees under the bombardment of the Japanese army's cannonballs.

In October [-], Foshan fell...

(End of this chapter)