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Chapter 10 Ip Man
"Undress!"

Hong Chen never expected that this would be the first sentence his master said after returning home.

Upon hearing this, the master's wife chuckled, carried the child to the back hall, and left the room to the master and disciple.

"Master..."

"Do not talk nonsense."

It’s not that Hong Chen was shy, he knew what Hong Zhennan wanted to see.

But Hong Zhennan is already fifty years old.

Compared with four years ago, the wrinkles on his face are obviously deeper and there are more white hairs on his head. Although he still has the aura of a tiger, it can't hide his old age.

As for asthma, Hong Chen couldn't think of a way to treat it, and even in later generations it would be impossible to cure it.

In the letters over the years, Hong Chen could only keep persuading him to try not to do it himself.

The reason why he came back so quickly was to stand by his master's side and relieve some of his pressure.

"Take it off!" Hong Zhennan glared.

Hong Chen had no choice but to do as he was told.

The moment he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down.

Even though Hong Zhennan had experienced many life-and-death battles and conflicts in the martial arts world, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Starting from a straight scar on the neck, all the way down, there are scars of various sizes, crisscrossing each other.

Hong Zhennan walked around behind him, and the wound extending from his shoulder to his waist made his lips tremble.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the scar, as if asking, or talking to himself: "How did this happen..."

"I was careless once, and I didn't expect those people to ambush the gunmen. My knife was hit by a bullet, and when I was holding my sword to parry, the knife was cut off, so I was stabbed."

"What about this?" Hong Zhennan pointed at a dark blue round scar on his back.

“Once there were too many people chasing me and I was shot while running in the mountains.”

"here?"

"Uh... that was from a fall."

Hong Zhennan returned to him and pointed at his neck, "What about this?"

Hong Chen raised his hand and gently stroked the scar that almost cost him his life, and a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"He's a kendo master. Of course, the kendo they're talking about is actually the katana. Although the old guy is old and not very strong, he's very experienced and his moves are very sophisticated. I thought I had mastered the swordsmanship, and that I could switch between swordsmanship and swordsmanship more freely with a horizontal sword in hand. But when I met him, I was restricted almost everywhere. After defending for more than a dozen moves, he found an opportunity to cut my neck with a knife."

"and after?"

Hong Zhennan frowned, murderous intent suddenly appearing in his eyes.

Hong Chen curled his lips and spread his hands, saying: "Later I took out my gun and shot him to death."

"Huh?" Hong Zhennan's eyebrows suddenly raised, and his dumbfounded expression obviously showed that he was shocked by the answer.

"Master, I know martial artists should have moral integrity, but this also depends on the target, right? Besides, although he didn't cut my throat, I was bleeding profusely at the time, and his killing intent was no weaker than mine. If I continued to fight, even if I overpowered him with force, he might find a chance to die with me, so I didn't think twice and just took out my gun and blew his head off."

Hong Zhennan's eyes twitched when he heard this.

As a very traditional martial artist, he certainly doesn't like guns, which are things that change the times.

But between his favorite and only disciple and tradition, he would of course choose the former.

"Okay, anyway, the best thing is that you can stand in front of me alive. Come on, take off your pants."

"Uh... Master, I guess this is not necessary, right?"

"Why not? Once a teacher, always a father. You entered my school at the age of eleven, and I raised you. So I am your father. I have seen it before when I gave you a medicinal bath. Why are you embarrassed?"

"Master, I have grown up..."

"When you grow up, you are no longer my apprentice?"

"That's not what I meant. It's just that...oh, there aren't that many scars on your legs. There's no need to look at them."

"Tsk, who told you I want to see your legs? I want to see if you have injured any vital parts in the past few years. I'm telling you, I have found many girls for you in the past few years. Now that you are back, I will arrange for you to meet them all after the banquet tomorrow. If you find them suitable, we can quickly arrange the marriage."

"what?"

"What? Take it off quickly. Do you want me to do it myself?"

……

The next morning, Hong Chen still felt a little shy when he saw Hong Zhennan.

Hong Zhennan, on the other hand, had a rosy face and a sweet smile.

Of course, what Hong Chen couldn't stand the most was the occasional look of amazement that flashed across his master's eyes when he looked at him.

Hong Chen could only pretend he didn't see it and lowered his head to put on the iron ring he used to practice martial arts.

They were well collected by Hong Zhennan.

"You don't need this now." said Hong Zhennan.

Hong Chen smiled and said, "I just miss the days when I practiced martial arts with you."

Then, Hong Zhennan watched Hong Chen practicing and nodded until his neck was sore.

After the morning exercises, the Hong family gradually became lively.

Brothers wearing T-shirts with the six big characters "Hong Zhennan Martial Arts Society" printed on them were coming and going, either slaughtering pigs and sheep or setting up the venue.

noon.

Taking advantage of the time when a group of people put down their work to eat, Hong Zhennan introduced Hong Chen to his disciples in advance.

Not many people know Hong Chen. Most of the people who used to practice martial arts in the National Martial Arts Club have gone out to make a living on their own, and now there are less than ten old people left.

These fellow students looked at him with curiosity, but without any eagerness to challenge him.

It’s not that they are afraid of Hong Chen, but Hong Zhennan’s attitude makes them dare not act rashly.

After all, it was incredible in their eyes that the master, who was always intimidating without getting angry and rarely smiled, would actually take the initiative to hold his apprentice's hand and smile so kindly.

After meal.

After a group of junior brothers exchanged glances, several of them slowly approached Hong Chen, preparing to talk to him in person.

But a sudden sound at the door interrupted their actions.

"Oh no! Someone is causing trouble at the fish stall. Brother Ji and his friends got beaten."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar around them.

Everyone put down their work and went out in groups.

Hong Zhennan, who was sitting in the main hall, also stood up with a frown.

Seeing his master's actions, Hong Chen immediately ran to his side.

"Master, I'll just go take a look, you can just rest at home."

Hearing this, Hong Zhennan thought about it and nodded, "Okay, you take them there. No matter who they are, if they beat up my people, they must give me an explanation!"

His voice was so loud that the disciples outside the door couldn't help but cheer loudly when they heard it.

This kind of tyranny is difficult for outsiders to accept, but it is the best stimulant for their own people.

Who doesn’t like a master who protects his children?
Hong Chen nodded and turned to leave, but Hong Zhennan stopped him and warned him in a low voice: "Fighting is fine, but don't hold back and beat someone to death. It's very troublesome to deal with foreigners."

"Master, don't worry, I'm not a murderer!"

Hong Zhennan rolled his eyes at him and said, "You've killed quite a few. Go quickly and come back soon."

"okay!"

So, led by Hong Chen, a large group of people from the Hong Zhennan Martial Arts Club went out in a mighty procession.

Soon, a group of people came to the door of the fish stall.

From a distance, I could see two groups of people confronting each other.

Hong Chen saw the man in long gown and cloth shoes at a glance.

No need to think, the other party is Ip Man.

The reason why I saw him at first sight was not because he was handsome, nor because he had a good temperament, nor because that face made him feel familiar.

Instead, above the opponent's head, there was a large golden word that was invisible to others but shone brightly in Hong Chen's eyes - War!

The legendary mission, it's finally here!

this moment.

Hong Chen was in mixed mood.

(End of this chapter)