February 5, 2015, New Year's Eve, noon.

The city was decorated with lights and colorful decorations inside and outside, and the air was filled with the fragrance of various delicacies. Children walked in groups in the streets, jumping and playing, and from time to time they followed the fragrance to a shop and were laughed at by the boss.

I sneaked something to eat.

Originally, at this time, the Walled City was supposed to be a sinful and gentle town, where gangsters, gangsters, dealers, and smokers were all filthy. Now that Wang Yan is the owner of the Walled City, there is no chance of those rotten things.

Of course, selling them is not prohibited, because the people in the walled city are the richest group in Hong Kong apart from the foreign devils. If they want to trade fairly, Wang Yan cannot be so lenient.

As for the internal unity of the walled city, Wang Yan cannot guarantee it for too long, but there will definitely be no problem within three generations. As for after three generations, he will almost be gone.

Today, in order to celebrate the great development of the walled city, regardless of the customs of the north and the south, tens of thousands of people in the walled city simply came to have a flowing feast. Others later, Wang Yan did not engage in confrontation, but promoted the integration of the two sides. Just come.

For people in the walled city, the excitement is over.

"In four or five years, we crossed the sea and came here. For the first time we..." Zhou Guangyao's voice came from the loudspeaker, and people everywhere listened quietly to the development and changes in the past five years.

Then Wang Yan said a few more words, and after a moment of encouragement, the flowing water banquet officially began.

Wang Yan took Gong Er, Gong Baosen, Ma San, Ye Wen, Zhang Yongcheng, Zhou Qingquan and others to sit together. As for the children, they couldn't sit still. They didn't know where they were. Anyway, they were not hungry.

, and no one dares to come to the walled city to kidnap children. Despite the bustle inside, in order to deal with emergencies, there are countless people patrolling outside.

After taking a sip of wine, Gong Baosen said with a smile: "These days are getting better and better..."

Ma San on the side poured wine for Gong Baosen: "Master is right, I didn't dare to think about it during those years in Omen." After speaking, he raised a glass of wine: "Wang Yan, I respect you.

One cup, you are really capable."

After Ma San finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the entire glass of wine.

Wang Yan smiled and drank a cup with him and said: "Senior Brother Ma is still polite. This is the result of everyone's hard work. How much can I accomplish by myself."

Turning to Zhou Qingquan, he said: "Brother Quan, are you okay these past few months? You seem to be a little fat."

Zhou Qingquan smiled sheepishly and said: "It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable being free all of a sudden."

Ye Wen smiled and said: "My face is round. Brother Quan, come and practice martial arts with me if you have nothing to do."

Everyone laughed. Zhou Qingquan was indeed quite fat.

Zhou Qingquan suddenly became free, feeling at a loss as to what to do and not adapting well. He also felt that he was old and a bit indulgent, eating and drinking with his children all day long.

"Look at the palace master, he has been retired from the world for so many years, and his life is more comfortable than anyone else." Wang Yan said to Gong Er with a chopstick of food: "Retiring doesn't mean that you won't be allowed to do things. You can do whatever you want.

To enjoy life, you can’t just eat and drink all day long, your health is important.”

Zhou Qingquan nodded and toasted Gong Baosen. He really admired this old man.

The excitement sometimes dies down, and we continued eating at the running-water banquet until around eight o'clock in the evening before we were done. After cleaning up the mess, people chatted and laughed and went home to celebrate the New Year and welcome the New Year.

In Wang Yan's house, three dirty little ones stood in a row against the wall, while Gong Er scolded them angrily.

Gong Ji lowered his head and said nothing. His clothes were dirty because of Wang Zhilan, so he couldn't say anything. Wang Xing, the youngest, looked at Gong Er with a playful smile.

Wang Zhilan secretly winked at Wang Yan who was reading a book, hoping that her father could save them.

Wang Yan gave a self-seeking look, and quietly walked into the study room under Wang Zhilan's desperate gaze. He didn't want to stay any longer. Gong Er was chattering more and more, which could easily get him burned.

After a long time, Gong Er came in angrily: "You and my father are the ones who got used to it. Look what has become of these three people. Forget about Zhilan, Aji was so sensible when he was a child, but now he can't learn from it.

Already."

"Okay, okay, let's calm down." Wang Yan stood up and helped Gong Er sit down, squeezing her shoulders and said, "Boy, it's better to get out of the way, and you will save yourself from feeling like a boring gourd day by day.

"

"I know, but from now on he will be..."

"Are you taking over? I know that Aji is only ten years old, so it's still early. Besides, you know that his skills are not weak anymore. Don't push the child too hard." Gong Er was interrupted, and he paid attention.

When Wang Yan eavesdropped on the sound outside the door, he said loudly: "If it doesn't work, just take care of Zhilan. She took care of Aji. Who said women are inferior to men? Let her learn from you, a mother."

"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of someone covering his mouth and the sound of distant footsteps.

When Gong Er heard the noise, he shook his head and smiled: "Zhilan has to fight you tooth and nail. But what you said does make sense. She needs to be taken care of. She is so old, and she looks crazy all day long.

"

After looking at the time, Wang Yan said: "Yes, it really doesn't look like that. Let's not talk about them anymore. Tomorrow, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, your theater will have to perform a big show, so go to bed early."

Gong Er nodded, went out to see the three children, and came back...

At thirty he is like a wolf, at forty he is like a tiger, in the second year of the palace he is thirty-four...

Wang Yan's life is still so peaceful. Except for important matters, he does not need to talk about other things. In his free time, he has troubles with his children, drinks tea and chats with Gong Baosen, Ip Man and others, practices martial arts, calligraphy, and studies medicine.

After years of stable development, there were more and more people in the walled city, which inevitably became a little crowded. Zhou Guangyao started a large-scale development according to Wang Yan's instructions, building buildings in circles along the walled city, with various

All supporting facilities are complete. Gradually, people in the walled city have moved out, and they prefer to live in large, clean and bright houses.

As there were fewer and fewer people in the Walled City, the Walled City also began to be extensively renovated to serve as the center of power in the Walled City. After leaving each other with dignity and strengthening and retaining the outer walls, the interior decoration was simple and elegant.

, grand and majestic, completely incompatible with the mottled walls outside.

Because everyone in the Walled City has moved out, in order to facilitate management, the "City Walled Management Committee" was established by those who first came here, and this committee is located inside the Walled City. There is also the office of the Chinese Warriors Association.

, as well as all the high-level officials of the city wall, are all in the city wall.

Regarding his mission of "Zhenwu", on the one hand, he vigorously promoted it in Hong Kong Island, and on the other hand, he sent people to register and set up related companies in other countries, called "Fighting", to promote this set of rules and slowly cultivate them

For boxers, the ring outside the walled city is the highest. After years of development, the ring in the walled city is getting bigger and bigger, and many top boxers from Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States come to compete.

There are casualties in fights, and generally speaking, the winning rate of foreign boxers is lower. As for the best boxers, they are always the players of the Chinese Samurai Association. This is a must. If you let people beat to death in the ring in front of your home, then

It really doesn’t make sense.

It was 1954. On this day, Wang Yan was drinking tea with Ip Man and Zhou Qingquan, who was holding his little granddaughter, at the Wing Chun martial arts school in Wu Street.

Ye asked: "Ayan, I have recently accepted a new disciple who has a very high level of understanding. What do you think?"

"Then take a look, everything is fine." Wang Yan said nonchalantly.

Nodding, Ye Wen called to the disciples on the side and said, "Go and call Zhenfan."

When Wang Yan heard the name, he felt that it sounded very familiar. He frowned and thought hard.

It wasn't until a young man walked up to him respectfully and Wang Yan watched his young face slowly merge with the shadow in his memory that he remembered that Bruce Lee's original name was Li Zhenfan.

There are nearly a hundred martial arts schools in Martial Arts Street. He can worship Ye Wen. This is his destiny.

"Come on, Zhenfan, I've seen you...please call me Mr. Wang." Ye Wen thought for a while and said to Li Zhenfan.

Li Zhenfan saluted respectfully and said, "I've met Mr. Wang." He had been here for a while, so of course he knew about Wang Yan. He had also heard a lot of random gossip and knew that he was a ruthless person.

"Well, get up. Your master said you are a good material. How old are you?" Wang Yan called Li Zhenfan and said.

Li Zhenfan stood up and thanked him: "Mr. Xie, this year is fourteenth."

"It just so happens that my son is also fourteen. Let's practice." Wang Yan said to the men on the side: "Go and find Aji."

Let Li Zhenfan move around, while Wang Yan continued to talk to Ye Wen and Zhou Qingquan.

After a while, Gong Ji ran in with two followers and a group of half-grown children.

"Hello, Uncle Yan. Hello, Uncle Wen. Hello, Uncle Quan." "Dad, Uncle Wen, Uncle Quan." Wang Zhilan pounced directly on Wang Yan, while Wang Xing, who had not grabbed it, was holding back.

A group of children came in and called people politely, then stood there obediently.

Ye Wen, Zhou Qingquan nodded, and Wang Yan said: "Okay, you two should be honest." He pulled the two children away, pointed at Li Zhenfan and said to the other children: "Spread away, let Aji and him

Practice.”

Soon, the children dispersed, leaving the middle space free.

The martial arts style in Chengzhai is quite strong. After all, all the people who come here are family members who practice martial arts. As long as they reach the age, their elders will teach them martial arts. Even here in Wu Street, there is no charge or defense for the children of Chengzhai. They can learn and love at will.

Practice whatever you want.

This is also Wang Yan's way of compensating the people who followed him all the way to the mountains of blood and death, far away from their hometown. He was quite happy with these people, and he received a lot of various benefits.

After Gong Ji and Li Zhenfan greeted each other, they opened up their posture. The little girl in Zhou Qingquan's arms stared blankly with big eyes, and stretched out her hands to catch them.

The two were facing each other, waiting for an opportunity to find a flaw. Suddenly, Gong Ji stepped forward and punched him with a punch. Li Zhenfan separated his hands and made a palm with his right hand, hitting the door directly. Gong Ji followed the trend and hit the waist.

He walked around behind Li Zhenfan and hit Li Zhenfan on the waist with a palm. Li Zhenfan calmly twisted his body and brushed his hands, took the oncoming palm, kicked his calf diagonally to the bone, and after being dodged, he took advantage of the situation and pointed his finger.

Seal the throat. Gong Ji waved away the incoming arm and punched him straight at the same time. At this time, Li Zhenfan's fist also attacked. The two of them hit each other's chest, and both took two steps back...

Watching the two of them fight for a while, Wang Yan also saw that Gong Ji was stronger in terms of overall strength. After all, he had been practicing since he was a child, and he had to use various expensive medicines to break down his muscles and bones. Li Zhenfan was just behind in this regard. No Gong Ji could.

Resistance. In terms of moves alone, there is not much difference between the two, they are almost the same.

"Okay, stop it." Wang Yan interrupted loudly and said to the two people who were breathing heavily: "They are all good kids. If you have nothing to do, practice more in the future. Let's break up."

A group of children bid farewell to the three elders politely. Gong Ji dragged Wang Zhilan, Wang Zhilan dragged Wang Xing, and Li Zhenfan, and everyone walked out chatting and laughing.

Seeing the children leaving, Ye Wen happily took a sip of tea and said, "How is it, isn't it good?"

Zhou Qingquan casually picked up a pastry on the table and stuffed it into his little granddaughter's hand: "I can see it even though I'm half-assed. It's definitely not bad to be able to compete with Gong Ji and not fall behind." He stayed with a group of martial artists all day long.

At the same time, how could he not know what was going on with Gong Ji? What's more, his several children and grandchildren of the right age had also made great efforts to cultivate them.
To be continued...