Chapter 92 Wooden Man Stake

"Master Ye, good morning."

Early morning, Manhattan, Chinatown.

Wearing a black Tang suit, Ye Wen walked on the street. Facing the warm greetings of nearby residents, he maintained an elegant smile on his face and nodded his head gently.

"Good morning."

A middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties popped his head out of the medicine shop and asked with a smile.

"Master Ye, you came so early today."

"It's been a habit for decades and can't be changed." Ye Wen stopped and replied to the man, then opened an old martial arts gym next to the medicine shop. This martial arts gym was the one he bought a few days ago. The original owner who came down seemed to be a martial arts teacher, but he taught karate.

"Decades?"

Hearing Ye Wen's words, the middle-aged man glanced at the man in Tang suit in front of him with a somewhat surprised expression: "I think Master Ye is quite young."

"It just looks like it." Regarding this, Ye Wen didn't say much, just smiled and vaguely said: "Maybe it's because of the years of martial arts training. He looks a little younger than he looks."

"Martial arts training also has this effect."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Then when I have time, I will also go to Master Ye to learn some kung fu."

"welcome any time."

After exchanging pleasantries with the owner of the medicine shop next door, Ye Wen came to the martial arts gym.

The space in the martial arts hall is not large. There is a wooden dummy on the left side. He bought it from a nearby wood shop and made it himself two days ago. Although as a clone, there is no saying that if you don't advance, you will retreat. , but in order to maintain his image as a Penglai warrior, one was specially prepared.

One morning passed.

But there was never a single customer in the martial arts hall.

I heard from residents here that due to the kung fu craze more than ten years ago, martial arts gyms were opened everywhere in Chinatown. Regardless of whether the gym owners knew martial arts or not, just using the name of kung fu could attract a large number of foreigners to pursue their dreams. The Karate Kid. Regardless, changes have begun to occur in recent years. Fighting skills and boxing have become mainstream, but kung fu is not as loud as it used to be.

Especially small martial arts studios like those opened in Chinatown have been in a difficult situation during this period and have ushered in a wave of closures.

However, as a clone, Ip Man didn't pay much attention to this.

Li Ran arranged for his avatar to be in Chinatown, which was not originally intended to open a martial arts gym and do business.

In the afternoon, in the martial arts studio.

Ip Man gathered around the wooden mannequin and pretended to practice Wing Chun techniques.

"Is Master Jin here?"

From outside the door, a voice of inquiry suddenly came.

Stopping the Wing Chun in his hand, Ip Man turned to look at the young white man who appeared at the door, and replied: "If you are talking about the person from before the martial arts school, he has stopped doing it. It is said that he has saved enough money. I’m going back to my own country to do business.”

"Shit, I should have discovered this a long time ago. That guy never taught me anything from the beginning. I actually foolishly believed that he had some powerful secret trick. Even after paying so much money, he still escaped right under my nose! "Hearing Ye Wen's answer, the expression on the white man's face couldn't help but change, with anger mixed with shock.

It seems that he was deceived by the owner of the martial arts gym here before.

Ip Man was not surprised by this. It was very suspicious for a Korean to open a karate gym.

The other party had already run away, and it would be useless to continue scolding him like this. The young white man obviously understood this, and couldn't help but stop cursing angrily. He looked up at the situation in the martial arts hall and was immediately stood aside. The wooden dummy was attracted.

This was something he had never seen before when he came to the martial arts gym.

Half curious and half puzzled, the young white man couldn't help but approached, looked at the strange-looking wooden mannequin and asked, "What is this?"

"Wooden Dummy,

Specially used for martial arts training. "

Looking back and taking a look at the white man's expression, Ye Wen replied calmly.

"Do you practice martial arts on this motionless piece of wood?"

Obviously, the young white man didn't quite believe Ip Man's answer, especially since he had just experienced a kung fu fraud: "It seems that you are a liar just like the guy named Jin."

"Although I regret what happened to you before, I am different from the one you met." Faced with the white man's somewhat conflicting reaction, Ye Wen still maintained his elegant posture, raised his hand and gently placed it on the wooden figure. Above the pile: "The wooden dummy pile is a simulation exercise that combines the three sets of attack methods, techniques, footwork and legwork of Xiaoniu, Xunqiao and Biaozhi. It fully embodies the practical awareness and awareness of Kung Fu. Martial arts methods.”

"By practicing the wooden dummy, you can combine all the techniques and kicks of kung fu into free fighting. As the saying goes: look for opponents in a bridge, and you will need more if you have a teacher; if you don't have a teacher, you will have no opponent, and you will find it in the mirror and the dummy."

As he spoke, Ip Man's hands quickly hit the wooden dummy. With a crisp sound, he circled the wooden dummy and displayed Wing Chun skills like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Even though he didn't know the name of the martial arts performed by Ip Man, the young white man was still attracted by his flowing figure.

This is what I want, real Kung Fu!

His eyes changed, and the white man immediately knelt down and shouted to Ip Man in front of the wooden mannequin: "Master, I want to learn Kung Fu from you!"

Snapped--

Stopping the Wing Chun trick in his hand, Ip Man looked back at the kneeling white man and said, "Why, now you are not afraid that I will lie to you."

Shaking his head, the young white man said loudly: "I can see that, Master, you are different from the guy who lied to me before. You are a real Kung Fu master."

Looking at the white man kneeling in front of him, Li Ran's expression was somewhat silent in the antique shop.

Originally, he had no intention of taking on an apprentice in Chinatown.

Even if he bought a martial arts school, it was just to suit Ye Wen's identity.

However, since someone has come to the door, teaching a few apprentices seems not bad, and it is more in line with Ip Man's setting as a kung fu master.

Thoughts flashed through Li Ran's mind for a few moments, and then he made a decision.

In Chinatown, in the martial arts gym, Ye Wen stretched out his hand and pulled the heavy white man in front of him to stand up. Looking at the surprised expression on the other person's face, he smiled slightly and said: "The purpose of opening a martial arts gym is to recruit disciples. If you want to pass on my kung fu, I won't refuse, but the bad news lies ahead, practicing martial arts is not as easy as you think."

"I'm not afraid of hard work, master." Shaking his head, the young white man replied without thinking.

"By the way, Master, what's the name of the Kung Fu you just performed?"

Raising his hand and making a gesture, Ye Wen replied with a chuckle.

"Wing Chun."

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