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But the young man was not satisfied with his words: "What is there to be sorry about? Isn't this the result of being inferior to others? Since you have opened a school to accept disciples, you should be prepared to be kicked out. You can't even take care of your own plaque, why do you come out to embarrass yourself?"

Chu He frowned slightly after hearing this and looked at the young man for a moment: "Have you ever thought that this master was once young, powerful, and had his own proud era? It is true that he may have opened a school to earn money to support his family, but how can you be sure that he didn't teach kung fu to prevent his kung fu from being lost, to prevent the things passed down by his ancestors from being inherited, and to fulfill his own ideals when he was young?"

The young man snorted coldly: "In Foshan, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is. You have to stand at attention when you get beaten, and you have to accept your fate when you lose!"

Chu He waved his hand: "A plaque, a set of martial arts, which one is not achieved through the tempering of time and years of accumulation. Martial arts do not necessarily have to be divided into high and low, it is more about the understanding of concepts and the perception of life."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

But the young man was about to step forward to stop him, when suddenly a low shout rang out beside him: "Guangyao, slap your face!"

Chu He looked over subconsciously and found that the incredibly handsome Ye Wen was standing next to him.

Release side quest: Defeat Ip Man. (Random reward)

My regards to you, hot mama!

Why don't you let me rule the world? Who is Ip Man? The male protagonist, the son of luck, is invincible in Foshan, punches foreigners, kicks the existence of the little life, and later has the feat of punching Tyson.

Is this a task that a human can do? I have only learned martial arts for a few years. It would be useless even if I cheat.

Give up, give up, luckily it's a side quest.

It turned out that the young man who stopped him was Ip Man's good friend, Zhou Qingquan's son, Zhou Guangyao. Although Ip Man had not yet officially opened a school to accept disciples, his reputation was already well-known at this time. When he was bored at home, he would teach his nephew and Zhou Guangyao.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Guangyao slapped himself twice in the street without hesitation. His cheeks soon became red and swollen. It can be seen that Ip Man's rules are still very effective.

Ip Man turned around and bowed to Chu He, saying, "Foshan Wing Chun Ip Man, may I ask you..."

Before Ye Wen finished speaking, Chu He also hurriedly bowed: "Hello, Master Ye, I am Chu He, a gossip student of Gong Yutian, but I haven't graduated yet."

Ye Wen's originally relaxed body tensed up instantly. He stood up and bowed solemnly, "I have heard of the great name of Grandmaster Gong Yutian for a long time. It is a pleasure to meet your disciple. It is a pleasure to meet you!"

"Master Ye, you're welcome. I apologize for my intrusion just now!"

Ye Wen said solemnly: "You are not presumptuous. It is my apprentices who are not up to the standard. I only taught them their talents, but ignored their minds. As a result, they have such shallow views. It is really shameful and ashamed."

Chu He did not say anything more, but just looked at the martial artist whose plaque was smashed. At this time, the old man was covered in dust and had not even had time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had already started picking up the wooden boards scattered on the ground, but the old man's decadent expression showed that he had lost his spirit.

He said with regret: "Master Ye, the foundation of martial arts can no longer withstand internal friction. If it continues like this, the inheritance will be lost. My master has already started to control this situation in the north, but I don't know when my colleagues in the south will wake up."

After saying that, Chu He bowed and said goodbye, leaving Ye Wen standing alone looking at the broken plaque on the ground, as if the shattered hopes in the sky were all over the place.

A month later, Gong Yutian arrived as promised and began to send out invitations. Suddenly, people from the southern martial arts community gathered in Jinlou, waiting for this grand retirement ceremony.

Climbing up the stairs, Gong Yutian and his disciples walked to the front of the stage among the crowd and sat down in the middle. On his left was Commissioner Xiong from the Jingwu Athletic Association, and on his right was Uncle Deng from the Guangdong and Guangxi Martial Arts Museum.

Gong Yutian looked at the beautiful girls in front of him and scratched his ears with disdain, indicating that they were a bit noisy, but the southerners in the audience didn't care and continued to talk.

But the next moment, a strong and powerful voice exploded in their ears. Although the person was far away and the voice was steady, the sound in their ears became louder and louder, and the crowd suddenly quieted down.

“In my life, I have accomplished only three things.

It combines the Xingyi School and the Bagua School.

He took over the job from my eldest senior brother and was in charge of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, uniting more than a dozen martial arts schools including Tongbei, Paochui, Tai Chi, and Yanqing.

Finally, it became a situation where northern and southern boxing masters went south to teach their skills.

In the 18th year of the Republic of China, the Guangdong and Guangxi National Martial Arts Museum was established, and the Five Tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River. It was the plan that Mr. Li Renchao and I discussed in Jinlou.

I am old and new people need to come to the fore. I have held my retirement ceremony once in the north. This time, I was invited by the Jingwu Association to hold it here again. I want to say goodbye to my old brothers and comrades in the south.

The one who worked with me in the Northeast was my eldest disciple Ma San.

He has taken over my shift, so you all have to take care of him.

Originally, I wanted to do one last thing, which was to spread southern boxing to the north, but unfortunately I didn't have time. At the retirement ceremony here, the person who shook hands with me, I think, was a southern boxer.

Of course, everyone has to agree to it.

Pick one!" After Gong Yutian finished speaking calmly and domineeringly, people in the Jinlou began to talk about it, and many people were eager to make a move.

The opportunity to become famous in one battle is right in front of you, who wouldn’t be tempted?

Gong Yutian didn't care and started chatting with people he knew.

Looking at the crowd that could no longer hold back, Ma San was about to step forward to stand on the platform, but Chu He, who had been standing behind him, stopped him and said, "Brother, I will take care of these people, you just stay by the side of the master, after all, he still wants to introduce you to those seniors."

After saying that, without waiting for Ma San to express his opinion, he stood up and shouted loudly: "If you want to learn from my master, you must get past me first. All the masters and brothers, Bagua Chuhe asks for your guidance!"

Ma San clenched his fists and looked at Chu He standing in the hall. He felt unwilling, but helpless. Every word Chu He said made sense. He had to go back to his master and watch the old men there greeting each other and reminiscing.

Chu He looked at the people rushing towards him and quickly stretched out his hand to stop them: "Everyone, everyone, the rules of martial arts are one-on-one duels, not group fights. Can you stop when it's enough?" After saying that, he made a Qinglong Extending Palm.

Looking at the young man in front of them, the indignant crowd demanded that they go first. One person couldn't help it and jumped forward, punching like a tiger, biting at him. Chu He slightly turned sideways, hiding the flower under the leaves, and hit the man who flew out. Just as he stood up and wanted to counterattack, he saw a fist stopped in front of his face.

Chu He stepped back and clasped his fists: "Admit it!"

Then another thin man came closer and started running around Chu He. Chu He grinned and performed the Dragon Step. After only 3 steps, the thin man was forced into a corner. He bent over and rushed forward, desperately trying to survive, but the increasingly large elbow in front of him made him give up resistance.

Bow and step back.

Then the remaining people began to come up on stage one by one to challenge, but none of them could survive three moves from Chu He, until no one came up on stage anymore.

Chu He said with a smile: "Thank you all uncles for showing mercy. I am very grateful here. I will treat you to dinner tonight as an apology to you all."

Everyone's expressions eased a lot, but they still looked angrily at the door that they couldn't enter.

At night, Gong Yutian was resting behind closed doors. When he saw Chu He bringing in a bowl of soup, he said calmly, "You handled the day's events very well. In some areas, your senior brother is not as good as you."

Chu He handed over the bowl of soup and said, "Master, my brother has a strong character. It would be bad if you were too tough with him. After all, you want him to take over your job, so it would be better to let him do less violence and be less aggressive. Let us do the physical work."

Gong Yutian held the bowl and sighed, "I am selfish, Chu He. Being a leader is too tiring and difficult. You are obviously the best and most suitable one, but I still chose your senior brother. You are more tactful than him, more comprehensive than he thinks, and more rational. But after all, you are my only nephew."

Chu He smiled and said, "Master, don't say any more. I understand everything. Drink it while it's hot. I'll take the bowl away for you when you're done."

Gong Yutian glanced at Chu He with complicated eyes, lowered his head and took a sip, but his eyes widened instantly, and then returned to calmness in an instant: "Chu He, you go and have a rest first, just let them clean up the dishes."

"Yes, Master." Chu He turned and left.

It seems that Gong Yutian discovered that this bowl of soup was specially made for him by Ding Lianshan.

As for Uncle Heitu, Chu He really wanted to meet him, but he held back.

The next day, after being persuaded and invited by a group of people from the south, Ip Man finally arrived.

Early in the morning, after Ye Wen washed his wife's feet, he left home and slowly walked into the Golden Building under the expectant eyes of everyone.

Climbing up the stairs, facing the disciples of Gong family standing there, Ye Wen had a blank expression on his face. He walked slowly up until he saw Chu He and Ma San standing at the highest point of the stairs, then he clasped his hands and bowed.

Chu He stretched out his hand and motioned for him to go in by himself.

Being a straightforward warrior, Gong Haneda got straight to the point.

Gong Yutian set two tests for Ip Man. One was a martial arts test to test internal strength, and the other was a literary test to test ideas.

The cake is in my hand, you have to break it; the north and the south are divided and united, you have to express your position.

Ip Man used Wing Chun to feel the force, and began to circle around with his hands, and finally touched the edge of the cake. Before he could exert any force, he was knocked out by Gong Yutian's shoulder.

It looked like he had lost. But what Ip Man said next was beyond Gong Yutian's expectations.

"In fact, the world is so big, there are more than just north and south. Trying to be perfect is like being complacent.

In your eyes, this piece of cake is a martial arts world, but to me it is a world. As the saying goes, great success begins with imperfections, and only with regrets can there be progress.

If it really worked, why wouldn't Southern Kung Fu be spread only to the North? "

If it were a day ago, Gong Yutian might have scoffed at Ip Man's words.

Gong Yutian's lifelong wish is to unite the north and the south, but he has no time. Since ancient times, the north has been strong and the south has been weak. Gong Yutian wants to burn out his last bit of glory, unite the north and the south, and fulfill his remaining wish, but he is awakened by his senior brother Ding Lianshan.

Each generation can only do what its own generation should do.