"It's here!"

Yang Ming took the address given by Liang Gen and came downstairs to a residential building.

This is a typical old-fashioned neighborhood in Xiangjiang. There are posters of all sizes on the narrow corridor. One of them is an advertisement for Wing Chun, with Wing Chun’s moves on it.

Yang Ming was about to reveal the poster, but someone took the lead.

A middle-aged young man with a shoulder bag and a baseball cap raised the poster in his hand and said with a "I'm very hungry" expression: "Hey, you are here to learn boxing."

Yang Ming said: "Yes! Are you here to learn boxing too?"

"Look, let's talk about it."

The young man said disdainfully, and walked towards the stairs first.

Yang Ming quickly followed and asked, "Yang Ming is here, I haven't asked my brother's name Gao yet."

"Huang Liang!"

Rooftop.

Ip Man has been in Xiangjiang for ten days and has not received a single apprentice so far. At this moment, his family is already very tight, and it is difficult to raise the tuition and rent for the child, which makes Ip Man a little anxious to plan to make a living by teaching boxing.

The empty rooftop has become a clothes drying ground.

Yang Ming and Huang Liang saw this scene as soon as they came up. An obese aunt sat on the rooftop, and several shelves on the other side were full of freshly washed clothes and tablecloths.

"Hey, are you teaching Wing Chun?" Huang Lianghuan looked around and finally asked Aunt Fat.

"Master Ye, someone is here to learn boxing." Fat Aunt leaned over and shouted at the clothes hanger.

Ip Man came out of the hanger and had a little surprise on his face: "Are you here to learn Wing Chun?"

If Yang Ming hadn't been familiar with the plot, he would have regarded Ip Man as a laundryman.

"Look, I don't know what Wing Chun is." Being polite and other things are completely insulated from the second young man.

Ip Man was not angry and said as he walked: "Then let me introduce it to you first. In fact, our Wing Chun Fist is a kind of close-fitting short blow in the south..."

Huang Liang interrupted: "You don't have to tell me so much. If you fight me, I'll have a teaching fee if I lose."

Ip Man laughed and said, "Okay." There was a little bitterness and self-mockery in his laughter. If it were put before, he would never have agreed. If it were not for the sake of livelihood...

In short, a penny stumped the hero.

Everyone has times of imprisonment.

"Master Ye, don't misunderstand it. I'm just learning boxing sincerely, and there is no intention of provocation."

Yang Ming took two steps back and said that he and Huang Liang were not the same group.

Ip Man withdrew his gaze, looked at Huang Liang, put on a two-character horse starting posture, and exclaimed lightly: "Wing Chun, Ip Man."

Huang Liang put on a Western boxing stand and punched.

Ip Man takes action, his boxing is quick and his movements are neat.

"The speed of punching is so fast. Ip Man's agility is more than a little higher than mine. And his power is also above me. The master of boxing is well-known." Yang Ming's eyes lit up and he thought secretly.

Ip Man's movements were fast and accurate. He hit him a few times and pushed Huang Liang out with his hands.

Huang Liang staggered two steps, but was still unconvinced, so he rushed up again.

"Give up and lose."

Ip Man beat him back again and said with a smile.

"I don't know what you are doing if you accept or lose."

Huang Liang was harsh and still refused to admit defeat. He rushed up again and was hit by Yip Man with a punch and bleeding from his nose.

Yang Ming shook his head secretly, drowning and beating the stubborn person to death. He didn't like Huang Liang's personality. At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Ip Man's skill is much higher than Huang Liang. Beating him is like bullying a child, playing whatever he wants.

Huang Liang was convinced and was taught a lesson by Ip Man, and then took off his bag and left.

"Oh, young man, why are you leaving?" Aunt Fat repeatedly shouted. "Fortunately, there is one left. Young man, you are here to become a master."

Yang Ming stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Disciple Yang Ming, pay homage to the master."

"good."

Ip Man rubbed his hands, feeling a little embarrassed, and smiled embarrassedly: "Haha, pay the tuition first!"

"Why did you forget this?"

Yang Ming's movements stopped and he flipped his upper and lower parts, but he didn't find a penny, leaving only a bitter smile on his face.

Ip Man's smile also became stiff.

“Have it.”

Yang Ming slapped his head, quickly untied his watch, and said, "Master, wait a moment, I'll go back."

This watch is a copycat European famous watch bought by Yang Ming when he was in school. It was specially used to decorate the storefront and spent half a month living expenses. The dial is exquisite and beautiful, with a high-end and elegant style. It is nothing in that era, but in this era, this kind of craftsmanship is probably comparable to that of several of the oldest handmade watch workshops in Europe.

After going to several pawn shops, Yang Ming was a slap in a desperate situation and put his watch out.

"Master, this is my apprenticeship fee!"

Yang Ming made HK$500 with one move, which really shocked Ip Man, repeatedly pushed him, and grinned and said, "I can't use so much, I can't use so much."

"Of course I want it. Apprenticeship is not a trivial matter, and you can't be careless." Yang Ming stuffed the money over.

Five hundred Hong Kong dollars is enough for a family of three to live safely for more than a few months in this era.

"Okay, okay. I will accept this gift." Ip Man-le couldn't stop talking.

When you take money, you must do your best.

"This is spreading hands..."

"Smash your hands."

"Take a hand."

"Sun Bridge."

"Enjoy and kill."

“…”

Ip Man did not hide his own personalities, and demonstrated the routines of Wing Chun Fist one by one, and taught patiently the tricks and essences.

True teaching is just one sentence, fake teaching is thousands of books. The difference between martial arts and gymnastics is the true teaching of those few sentences. If you really explain it thoroughly, it is not that mysterious.

"A Ming, you have a good talent, you are a piece of martial arts material." Ip Man said with a smile.

"It was taught by the master."

Yang Ming knew in his heart that being able to learn so quickly was inseparable from the time travel system. He glanced at the system and sure enough, there was an additional skill in his personal information.

Skill: Wing Chun Fist (level 0).

The O-level Wing Chun Fist is at most a first-time view, and it is not even an entry-level one.

"The master leads the door, and practices are personal. The most taboo thing about practicing martial arts is. If you want to practice real kung fu, you must not relax. Tomorrow I will be a wooden stake and teach you how to drive stakes!" Ip Man's disciple is also a good player. Unlike some boxers, he has only a lot of kung fu but cannot teach his disciples.

"Okay." Yang Ming replied.

At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded.

Yang Ming and Ip Man turned their heads and saw Huang Liang leading three friends to the rooftop. He pointed to Ip Man and said, "It's him!"

"How powerful is this uncle's kung fu? It may not hurt even if he hits people. If you don't say it, I would have thought he was a washing machine." One of the young men with square faces sneered.

When Ip Man received the tuition fee, he had solved his urgent problem. He looked worried and shook his head and laughed.

"Haha, you are not really learning kung fu, let's go." He said calmly.

Several friends looked at each other and said, "Okay, we will challenge you now."

After saying that, he took off his coat.

"No need to take it off." Ip Man raised his hand and said.

Whenever Yang Ming sees this, he feels inexplicably excited. This is the highest level of low-key, luxurious and connotation, and can be called a model of the world of pretentiousness.

It’s okay if you have high skills, but you’re so awesome in the face, it’s simply not a place to live.

"A Ming, I'm optimistic."

Ip Man raised his hand and pointed at him, "Ask for your hand."

"Spread your hands."

"Smash your hands."

"Take a hand."

"Sun Bridge."

"Slimy."

"Chasing the horse."
To be continued...