"Today's rain is so heavy!" Inside the car, the lame boy looked out the window, and the continuous raindrops rushed down the glass, layer by layer, drizzling.

"I don't know if it's big or big, but you are also great. I'll take you to happy, and you don't take off your clothes. I'll talk to someone's massage girl for a night's life. I'll ask you, it's not really for you to drive it. Authentic ones can't be more authentic than authentic horse killing chickens. Mr. He is more open than you!" Brother Haonan complained while driving.

"But I'm so embarrassed to take off my clothes in front of a woman," said Lazi blushing.

"Stop!" Old Man He in the back seat screamed suddenly, frightened Dong Haonan to step on the steering wheel.

‘Dong!’ Fatty Lin, who was dozing off, suddenly put his fat face on the back of the chair, and his nose was red.

"What, what's the situation!" said the fat man with tears in his eyes.

"The figure in front of me is so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"I'll choose, old man, you can't look closer when you're familiar with it. Do you know, my driver's license has been revoked three times. If you do it again, my father won't allow me to buy a car!"

"Huh? The deaf is also opposite."

"I understand! That guy is Wing Chun Ye Huai!" Old Man He suddenly thought.

"I will know that Wing Chun Ye asked, Ye Huai is the one who is right?" Dong Haonan turned his head and asked.

"Wing Chun fist originated from Yan Yongchun, originated from Liang Zan, passed on to Ip Man, and flourished from Liang Ting. Have you heard of this?"

"Of course there is, I don't know if there is any Hong Kong people." The lame boy said excitedly.

"Now I need to add another sentence, it is powerful to Ye Huai."

"What's the solution?"

"Just say he is the best at playing. Wing Chun boxing is spreading internationally, and the locals will always not believe it. Just like Bruce Lee back then. If you don't believe it, I will show you. If you don't believe it, I will call you."

"He is the one who supports Wing Chun's fist now. The Chinese martial arts circle is now circulating. He is as good as Bruce Lee back then."

"I'm so powerful! Why haven't I heard of it?!" Brother Haonan said in surprise.

"I'm low-key, and I'm more famous in foreign countries than in Hong Kong and Kowloon. By the way! Call me and call Long Zai!"

"Hey? Longzi! I thought of you! In addition to pictography and Taoist stance technique, there is another way to help you get into the zodiac, which is Wingchun's wooden stance technique. Have you heard me?..."

"I understand, old man," Tang Long hung up his cell phone, walked downstairs, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He felt a strange feeling that Liu Bei visited the cottage three times, but before he could go there for the third time, Zhuge Liang came to him.

"Hello, Mr. Ye."

"I took the time to go back to the old house. I heard from the butler that a gentleman was looking for me. It seemed that he was Mr. Tang?" Ye Huai's smile was unpredictable.

"Yes."

"I wonder if there is anything to advise?"

Tang Long pursed his lips, "I want to burn incense to Senior Ip Man instead of Bruce Lee."

"What is your relationship with Uncle Zhenfan?"

"I am a disciple of Li Xiangning (daughter of Bruce Lee). I know a little about the conflict between Grandmaster Ip Man and Mr. Bruce Lee. This time I came to Hong Kong. I mainly want to see if there is room for resolution. This is also Bruce Lee's last wish," Tang Long said half-true and half-false.

"Is that right?" Ye Huai refused to comment, "This is also a good thing. I have no reason to disagree, but-"

Tang Long knew that the showman was coming!

"Do you know that those seniors from Chaspin Street are here to support me this time?"

"I've heard of it."

"That's very simple. Dong Haichuan taught Sun Lutang's Bagua Zhenshuan. Since then, Xingyi and Bagua have been friends. Uncle Zhenfan studied under my Ye family and created the Jeet Kune Do lineage. Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do can also be regarded as friends. I can also call you your elder?"

"Yes."

"I know the grudges between you and the owners of the boxing gym. It's better to be a host, and set up a table of wine and drink a glass of wine for everyone, and be happy. As for you, don't be so stubborn. Don't be so stubborn. Don't be so stubborn. Don't be respectful to the tea. Lower your head and apologize. Everyone just pretend that nothing has happened, okay?"

Tang Long fell silent. Logically speaking, this should be a better solution, but—

"Young man, it's easy to break even if you are tough. Let's do this. I'll let you burn incense and pass on my Wing Chun's highest secret, the wooden man stake technique to you. I haven't learned this method before, and it's considered a private compensation. What do you think?"

Tang Long knew that as long as he nodded, he could not only achieve the goal from Hong Kong, but also the wooden stake method was also a guarantee to enter the image as soon as possible, which was considered to indirectly increase the possibility of breaking the limits of the human body; and, just an apology, what a big deal, but...

"Senior Ye," Tang Long raised his head: "Do you think my idea is right? Martial arts have been passed down for thousands of years, and isn't the significance of martial arts and practical combat the most important?"

"What do you think is very important?" Ye Huai asked back.

"Very important!!" Tang Long gritted his teeth: "Brother Long said that the effectiveness of Jeet Kune Do not only lies in the achievements of personal martial arts, but also a way of self-cognition and expression. Through it, I got rid of my own psychological shadow. Many moments of life and death rely on it, no, relying on my persistence, and survived."

"It's not that I can't bend my waist! If I can go to the Ye Family Ancestral Hall to burn incense and fulfill Bruce Lee's last wish, it's okay to kneel down every step!"

"It doesn't matter if I can kneel down today, because I believe I can still stand up, but I will bend my backbone when I speak and do things in this spirit, and I will never be straightened up again! I, Tang Long, have all my self and value, are erased, and it's better to kill me!"

"So, you don't want to bow your head if you die?" Ye Huai's eyes were particularly strange, as if they were regretful, and when they were recalling, their tone dipped.

"I am willing to bow my head, but I am unwilling to let my martial spirit bow my head! This is my foundation."

"Young man, you are so arrogant. You have chosen the hardest road! This will ruin yours."

"I don't know whether this road is difficult or not, but this is my choice," Tang Long took a breath: "If this kind of pride and confidence will ruin me, then let it come, it will come more violently! When it comes to that time, I think I will face it calmly!"

"Very good," Ye Huai suddenly smiled: "You like this are worthy of letting me do it."

"Just start fighting here. Have you seen more than a dozen cars parked behind? The owners of major martial arts halls are watching."

The umbrella was gently put down. Ye Huai walked to the middle of the open space under the rain. The raindrops quickly wet his clothes, but they always gave people a leisurely and contentment.

‘Brother Long, sorry, it smells good, it seems that it can’t be burned’

With a sorry mood, Tang Long strode into the rain curtain, but did not notice a series of "drip" sounds.

‘Longzi, be so beautiful!’——Bruce Lee

The old trumpet of the low-rent house was whistling, 'Today, heavy rain poured down, rushing to the west of the snake, it is advisable to enter the house, burial, avoid fighting, and quarrel...

Jeet Kune Do vs Wing Chun, the ultimate battle!! (To be continued, please search Piao Tianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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