My father and mother stayed in Shenzhen and Hong Kong for three days, and then they were about to set off and go back. Ye Fan naturally sent the two elders to the airport.

Outside the airport, Ye Fan handed her mother a thick envelope and said to her: "Mom, I finally don't have to worry about you now. There is 20,000 yuan here, so you can use it first, it's not enough to tell me."

My mother did not refuse, took the money and wiped her tears secretly. God knows how much she hoped Ye Fan could truly grow up over the years, but now Ye Fan has finally failed her mother's expectations.

After sending the two elders onto the plane, Ye Fan thought he would go home first and prepare the song of going to Beijing for a competition next week.

Downstairs of the community, I happened to meet the landlord’s aunt’s husband Song Ju. Ye Fan said hello: “Uncle Song, where are you planning to go?”

Song Ju said, "I'm not going to go to the martial arts school run by my son to help. Why is Xiaoye? Is there anything wrong with you later? Should I come and have a look?"

Martial Arts Hall? I have always heard from Song Ju that his son opened a martial arts hall in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, but he has never seen it with his own eyes. His impression of the martial arts hall is still like the one he acts in the movie.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "That's good. I haven't been to the martial arts hall yet. I just happened to go and have a look. Maybe I can learn it even."

The two hit it off, so Ye Fan got into Song Ju's car.

Ye Fan actually had a problem in his mind. Song Ju always said that he was an ordinary criminal policeman. But Ye Fan knew about the property under his name, there were at least three properties under his name. You should know that the housing prices in Shenzhen and Hong Kong are not cheaper than other places at all. If you have three houses in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, you must start with a net worth of tens of millions.

The car that Song Ju drove was still the Mercedes-Benz S-Series, which cost at least one million. If he was really just an ordinary detective, where did he get so much money? Ye Fan didn't dare to ask too much, for fear that Song Ju would take out a gun and say to him, "You know too much." Then he shot him and knocked him down.

After driving for a while, he arrived at a villa not far from the city center. This villa covers an area of ​​at least 500 square meters. In a place like Shenzhen and Hong Kong where every inch of land is valuable, it is too luxurious to rent or buy such a villa. This made Ye Fan's assessment of Song Ju's financial resources reach a higher level.

The martial arts hall is very simple and takes the ancient style route. It looks like a pure wooden structure on the outside. There is a plaque that looks very old-fashioned - "Bajiquan Pavilion".

There are about a dozen people in the boxing gym who are doing boxing, most of whom are 10** years old, and the youngest is only less than ten years old.

"Uncle Song!" As soon as he saw Song Jiu coming in, everyone surrounded him.

The child, who was less than ten years old, asked Song Ju, "Brother Song, is this person your newly accepted disciple?" After that, he looked at Ye Fan up and down, and then said arrogantly: "You are the latest to get started, and you must call me senior brother!"

Hey! This little guy is quite arrogant! But looking at the other person's cute and cute look, Ye Fan really couldn't get angry at all.

Song Ju touched the little ghost's head and smiled and said, "Xiao Yuan, he is not a disciple of his heart. He is my uncle's friend, so he wants to call him brother."

The little devil lowered his head in disappointment, "Oh~ I understand." Then he pretended to Ye Fan and bowed, "Hello, big brother, my name is Ji Yuan, I am eight years old this year."

Ji Yuan? Brothel? Look at the name given by his unlucky parents! Ye Fan complained in his heart.

However, he still imitated Song Ju, touched Xiao Jiyuan's head and said, "Hello, my name is Ye Fan."

"Okay, okay, you continue to practice boxing, don't be lazy, your master will come later." Song Ju clapped his hands and said to everyone.

Everyone was practicing boxing attentively, and Ye Fan watched from the side. Not to mention, these guys were all good at punching, and even Xiao Jiyuan had a bit of attitude.

Several disciples in the martial arts hall were fighting wooden stakes, and even Song Ju changed into a set of training uniforms and started fighting.

"Xiao Ye, do you want to try it too?" Song Ju asked.

"Okay, okay!" Ye Fan could not wait long ago and immediately rushed forward and drove down Song Ju's wooden stake.

"etc!"

"That won't work!"

"Big brother, don't want it!"

Several students shouted excitedly, but Ye Fan had already taken action and had no time to stop.

With a "bang!" Ye Fan only felt that his hand seemed to hit the steel plate. No, it didn't seem that this "wooden stake" was simply a piece of iron painted with wood paint.

"Damn! My hand is going to break! Ahhhh, who is so immoral?" Ye Fan squatted on the ground and wailed.

A really hard man.

Ji Yuan walked over and said to him, "Are you stupid? That wooden stake is specially used by the masters, it's iron!"

Song Ju checked Ye Fan's hand and confirmed that there was no serious injury. He said in a hilarious way: "How could you hit the wooden stake like this? You really punched it."

Several disciples found an ice pack for Ye Fan and asked him to compress it coldly for a while. Song Ju personally demonstrated it to him.

"Like this, you must be strong when punching! Then you know how to block and use your energy to control your body." Song Ju's movements were flowing, and it was obvious that he had been practicing hard for a long time.

That's all? Haha, it's not me who blows, at the same level as Uncle Song, can kill me with one punch. Ye Fan thought to himself.

He knew why Song Ju's wooden stakes had to be replaced with iron stakes. With his method of playing and strength, no matter how many wooden stakes he came, he would be damaged.

Ye Fan always thought that after learning ten Wing Chun skill books, he was already better than ordinary people. However, according to his observation, he could only beat Xiao Jiyuan for everyone present.

After Song Ju finished a set of punches, Ye Fan quickly applauded, "Awesome, Uncle Song, what kind of punch are you fighting?"

"The ancestors' boxing technique, Bajiquan!" Song Ju said.

Damn, it's awesome!

Ye Fan of course knew Bajiquan. In the national martial arts world, there has always been a saying that "If you have Tai Chi in literature, you can help the world, and if you have Baji to determine the universe." Bajiquan is a boxing technique that is as famous as Tai Chi, and it is even slightly more powerful in actual combat.

Bajiquan is also called the Opening Baji, and its boxing technique is simply and rapidly. It is said that since ancient times, Baji has not been on the ring, all because this kind of boxing technique is too powerful. It is a life-and-death battle with one move, and there is no mercy among subordinates.

Ye Fan shouted excitedly: "Uncle Song, then you can teach me a few tricks!"

Song Ju touched his chin, looked at Ye Fan for a while, and then said with a little disgust: "You are not suitable for practicing kung fu, and you are not suitable for practicing Baji. Tai Chi is suitable for you."

"Uncle Song, don't do this. Just teach me a few tricks. I really want to learn it." Ye Fan begged.

Unable to resist Ye Fan's entanglement, Song Ju made a random move and then said to Ye Fan: "Play this set of fists and let me see."

"Okay!" Ye Fan said excitedly.

Recalling Song Ju's actions just now, Ye Fan tried to do it several times, but it seemed easy. When Ye Fan actually made it, it was not only soft and without any strength, but also without energy.

"Your punch is so bad!" A girl with a strong aura came.

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Chapter completed!