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Chapter 16 Not the time

A difference of an inch can often mean the difference between life and death.

When Ye Wen felt the tiger claws on his neck, he stopped immediately, his eyes full of surprise and doubt.

He glanced down and looked at the arm so close to him, as if he was getting to know Hong Chen all over again.

But after a moment, his eyes calmed down again, and regret and even a hint of guilt appeared on his face.

This sense of guilt was not directed at anyone present, but at his pregnant wife and young son far away at home.

He lost.

Then the martial arts school cannot be opened.

I already have no money to pay the rent, what should I do next?

The master also needs to eat and support his family.

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, he let go of Hong Chen's hand, took a step back, and said seriously: "Master Hong, thank you for showing mercy."

Hong Chen also came back to his senses from his daze and clasped his fists: "Thank you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room was instantly filled with thunderous applause and cheers.

Hong Chen exhaled lightly, smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, smiled, turned around and saluted with everyone.

Beside him, Ye Wen looked at his young face, as if he saw his former self.

He smiled and was about to turn around and leave, but Hong Chen gently grabbed his wrist: "Master Ye, don't leave in a hurry."

Hong Chen looked at Li Ji.

Li Ji shouted, "Brother, an incense stick of time has already passed!"

Ye Wen immediately looked up, his face showing surprise, and the corners of his mouth raised.

Hong Chen also laughed: "Master Ye, do you have time tonight? I will treat you to dinner."

Ye Wen smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, but you have already treated me, I will treat you tonight."

"You're welcome. You're new here and you need a lot of money. It won't be too late to treat me when you make some money. I'll come to your house tonight to see you."

Ye Wen was moved and held Hong Chen's hand and shook it again and again, "Okay! I'll wait for you."

Then he jumped off the round table, put on his gown, said hello to the masters, and left.

Out of politeness, Hong Chen had to accept the flattery of a group of masters.

Of course, considering their strength, these compliments are actually facts.

From now on, the Hong Zhennan Martial Arts Society is no longer supported by Hong Quan Grandmaster Hong Zhennan alone, but also by a young Hong Quan master who has just emerged.

This was not a good thing for other martial arts schools, but since they couldn't even beat Ip Man, how could they dare to say anything about Hong Chen who defeated Ip Man?
for a long time.

The eight major martial arts schools left one after another.

Hong Zhennan stood up and patted Hong Chen's shoulder heavily.

"Well done!" He turned around and looked at his disciples. "I believe you have all seen his strength. From now on, I will stay at home and enjoy life, and educate the little boy at home. The boy in front of you will teach boxing in my place. Is there any problem?"

"No!" all the fellow disciples shouted in unison.

Hong Zhennan smiled like Maitreya and waved his hand: "Okay, then let's all go! Xiaochen, come with me."

Hong Chen followed him to the backyard. After he sat down, Hong Zhennan immediately said, "From now on, the Hong Zhennan Martial Arts Club will be handed over to you."

"Yes, Master."

Looking at his calm face, Hong Zhennan raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you look very happy?"

Hong Chen smiled when he heard this and asked, "Master, what is there to be happy about?"

"Hmm? You mean, my martial arts club is worthless?"

"Of course not. Perhaps I have just reached the state of 'not being happy with things, not being sad with myself'..."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Zhennan sat on the chair and raised his legs.

Hong Chen shrank back and quickly apologized.

Hong Zhennan laughed and said, "You little brat, I know you've been living an unstable life in the past few years, and now you've experienced the extreme of movement, so letting you teach boxing is to let you calm down from now on."

"I understand. Thank you for your concern, Master."

"It's better not to say such nonsense. Did you fail to control your strength just now?"

Hong Chen nodded.

Hong Zhennan nodded and said, "You were right before. That Ye Wen is indeed not an ordinary person. Even if I fight him, it is likely to be a draw. It is understandable that you were forced to the last resort and instinctively released your strength."

Hong Chen frowned: "But Master, doesn't this also mean that I still lack control over my body?"

"No! Remember, for those of us who practice martial arts, the instincts we control or even change are those that are disadvantageous to ourselves, such as blinking instinctively when a fist hits us. But why should we suppress the instinct to suddenly counterattack in a critical moment like you did just now? Do you want to use your brain to think again when danger comes, whether to use all your strength, and how to counterattack? Moreover, when kung fu is practiced to a very high level, you will have the ability to sense the coming of autumn before the wind blows, and even be able to be alert and avoid natural disasters in advance. How similar is your reaction now? In other words, you are ahead of other boxers again, you must not be ungrateful!"

Hong Zhennan's words made Hong Chen completely wake up.

Control is control and cannot be confused with instinct.

Martial artists are supposed to turn many things into their instincts. If they blindly try to control them, wouldn't that be missing the point?

Moreover, what the master said, "The cicadas know the coming of autumn before the wind blows," is even above the ordinary masters. It is a superb realm that even Hong Zhennan himself has not yet reached.

He should be happy that he has developed abilities like this through life-and-death fights and chases.

At this moment, the benefits of having a good master were reflected again. "I understand, Master. Thank you for your guidance!"

……

After returning to his room, Hong Chen didn't have time to take a shower. He immediately locked the door, took off his clothes, exposed his upper body, and put his right hand on the table.

After the competition with Ip Man, his dazed state was not entirely due to the loss of control of his strength.

When his tiger claws sealed the throat first, the word "war" above Ye Wen's head spread like ink in water, and the golden light that made up the font poured into his right arm.

at this time.

There is a complete circle of gold thread around Hong Chen's wrist.

As he clenched his fist, the circle of golden light bloomed, rotating and expanding from his wrist.

Immediately, the shaking curtains on the window stopped, the chirping of insects outside the house stopped abruptly, and the world seemed to be leisurely and silent.

Now he only needs to think about breaking the golden thread and he can leave this world immediately.

Hong Chen looked at the slowly rotating coil and took a deep breath.

Sure enough, the person who can be used as the title of the film is the final big boss. Even if the plot is not over, his main mission has been completed.

What made him even more relieved was that the abnormal strength of his right hand did not count as cheating.

Ip Man is already in his forties and has been a disciple of Chen Huashun since he was young. Hong Chen has only been practicing martial arts for twelve years, so the gap is obvious.

But then again, if Hong Chen really used all his strength, then no matter how sophisticated Ip Man's Wing Chun was, it would not be able to stop him.

It’s no joke that one can defeat ten with one’s strength.

"So, are you testing my martial virtues?"

a long time.

Hong Chen loosened his fist, the golden light retracted, and the coil gently shrank and attached to his wrist.

"not the right time yet."

Hong Chen will never forget how Hong Zhennan died.

The boxing match date is approaching, and if he hadn't come back suddenly, Hong Zhennan should have gone to pay the foreigner yesterday.

If he leaves now, the subsequent development will definitely not change.

Hong Zhennan would never allow anyone to insult Chinese martial arts in front of him, let alone foreigners.

Even if he died in the ring, he would never admit defeat to the foreigners.

Maybe Hong Chen was just a passer-by who came and went in a hurry, but he still couldn't ignore him.

Hong Zhennan not only taught him all his martial arts, but also raised him for many years.

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.

Therefore, he could not leave with peace of mind until he had at least solved this problem.

Since Hong Zhennan has handed over the martial arts school to him, the relationship with the white police will definitely be transferred at the same time, otherwise the martial arts school business will not be so easy to do.

lunch time.

As expected, Hong Zhennan took the initiative to say, "Xiao Chen, come with me tomorrow and I'll introduce you to some people."

"Okay, Master."

"By the way, I forgot to tell you during the martial arts competition this morning that you are going to treat Ip Man to dinner tonight. Remember to ask him to pay his dues."

"clear."

After dinner, Hong Chen found Li Ji.

Li Ji said, "Brother, Master Zheng said he is available anytime this afternoon. You can go directly to his martial arts gym to find him."

"Okay, hard work."

"It's not hard, you're welcome, brother."

Hong Chen smiled and said, "Brother Ji, I may not have much time to arrange everything for the martial arts school. You have to take care of it in the future."

Hearing this, Li Ji was stunned at first, and then overjoyed: "Yes, brother, I will definitely work hard and will not let you down!"

"Yeah." Hong Chen patted his shoulder, "I believe you. But to be honest, your Kung Fu is still a little weak. I know that your main income now comes from Li Hongji's fish stall. There are other people watching there. It doesn't matter if you don't go. From now on, you come here every morning to practice Kung Fu with me."

"Really?" Li Ji was excited.

Hong Chen nodded with a smile: "Well, although I am not as good as the master, I can still guide you. As long as you can endure the hardship, I promise that you will become the pillar of the National Martial Arts Club in the future!"

Li Ji puffed out his chest and stood straight, "Brother, just watch, I can endure hardship the most!"

Hong Chen will have to leave sooner or later, and the National Martial Arts Society cannot let Hong Zhennan continue to run it. Although his health is still good now, he will get older and older, and sooner or later he will be unable to do it.

Li Ji is the talent that Hong Chen is planning to train.

Maybe he is not as talented as Hong Chen, but he has already mastered the Hung Gar style. With hard practice and guidance, even if he cannot achieve great success, he can at least beat the masters of other martial arts schools, and maintaining the status of Hong Zhennan Martial Arts Society will not be a problem.

After encouraging Li Ji, Hong Chen went out, called a rickshaw, and went straight to Zheng Liwei's martial arts gym.

Zheng Liwei is the name of Master Zheng who is proficient in Baguazhang. Of course, some people also like to call him Master Zhuan.

(End of this chapter)