No taboos in the world

Chapter 3 Apprenticeship
On the way here just now, Hong Chen thought a lot.

For example, is his being brought into this world his end? Does it mean that he can only take root here for the rest of his life until he dies of old age?

For example, if the above is not the case, then what will be his mission? To worship Ip Man as his master, or to defeat Ip Man? Or even to kill Ip Man?
Naturally, the more I think about it, the more questions I have, but the answers simply don’t exist.

But you can change your mind and think about it again.

If this hand is really given by "myself" to myself, then "myself" will definitely not harm myself.

If we regard this world as a copy, then Ip Man, as the title of the film, must be the final boss.

If you want to defeat this big boss, you either need a gun or practice martial arts.

Shooting is roughly equivalent to cheating. The consequence of doing so is likely to be mission failure or direct account suspension, neither of which he can accept.

Then practicing qigong becomes the only way out.

Looking at the four parts of Ip Man's series, there are many people who can fight with Ip Man, but there are only a few who can end in a draw.

Hong Zhennan is definitely one of the best.

If it weren't for his asthma and stitches, Hong Zhennan would have been able to break Tornado's throat with his tiger claws in the tough final round and avoid dying in the ring.

At this moment.

The gaze of this Hung Gar master was slowly sweeping over Hong Chen.

He felt as if someone was holding a brush made of steel needles, piercing through his clothes and scratching his skin inch by inch.

The sense of danger that enveloped his entire body and was everywhere reminded him frantically: immediately, quickly, turn around and run away!

But Hong Chen knew clearly that if he turned around or even moved slightly, the other party might directly refuse to accept him as a disciple.

A drop of cold sweat slid down from his forehead and into his eye socket.

Hong Chen closed his eyes, tears constantly flowing out due to the stimulation.

"Come in!"

These two words sound like heavenly music.

Hong Chen straightened up and walked lightly.

Hong Zhennan lowered his head and fiddled with the account books and banknotes on the table. He seemed to be absorbed in it and did not look up for a long time.

Hong Chen could only wait motionlessly.

Half an hour passed quietly.

Hong Chen felt his legs were so numb that they seemed not to belong to him, and his upper body began to shake uncontrollably.

Gritting his teeth was not enough to hold on, he could only bite the tip of his tongue from time to time, forcing himself again and again: Hold on a little longer!

Snapped!
The account book is closed.

Hong Zhennan raised his head, his face calm and his eyes indifferent.

"It's very simple if you want to learn martial arts. I founded the National Martial Arts Club to recruit apprentices. You pay tuition every month. I will teach you for as long as you pay the tuition."

Looking up, Hong Chen tried his best to resist the oppressive aura in front of them that was like a tiger crouching on a mountain.

He grinned, wiped the sweat off his face, and said, "I don't just want to learn boxing, I want to be your disciple."

"After paying the tuition, you can call me Master right away."

Hong Chen bowed and repeated in a clear voice: "I want to take you as my master!"

Hong Zhennan did not respond.

Hong Chen didn't move.

After a while, the sound of a chair being dragged on the floor and footsteps followed.

Although he couldn't see Hong Zhennan's body, Hong Chen felt as if a tiger was really walking towards him.

"Worship me as your teacher?"

"Yes!" The response was resounding, but it was inevitably a little trembling.

"Raise your head!" Hong Zhennan said in a deep voice.

Hong Chen suddenly straightened up, raised his head, and his eyes were more determined than before.

Hong Zhennan put his hands behind his back and walked slowly around him.

"Patience and forbearance are acceptable, but that's not enough."

Hong Chen's heart moved, and he asked, "I wonder what else I need?"

Hong Zhennan sat down on a chair next to him and said, "All the disciples in my martial arts club are well-trained, and they are all good fighters when they are taken to competitions! However, I haven't accepted any disciples until now. On the one hand, it's because I'm very busy and don't have much time to teach disciples like the old masters did; on the other hand, it's also because I've never met anyone who made me excited enough to want to take him in as my disciple. When you said you wanted to take me as your master, I understood it from the first sentence you said. Now that you've passed two levels, I've barely become interested in you." Hong Chen listened carefully and said nothing.

"Anyone can learn Kung Fu, but it's hard to say what one will eventually become. Boy, what do you think is the most important thing in practicing Kung Fu?"

insist.

This was the first answer that flashed through Hong Chen’s mind.

But almost at the same time, he knew that this answer was wrong.

At least it definitely doesn't conform to Hong Zhennan's ideas.

It is difficult to stick to this, but there are many people who can do it.

However, not to mention the past and present, just talking about the past hundred years, how many masters have emerged in the martial arts world?
Is it because people in the martial arts community are not persistent enough?
Absolutely not!

Well, the answer is obvious.

"Talent!" his tone was firm.

Hong Zhennan's hand holding the tea paused for a moment and his eyes turned to Hong Chen again.

"Okay, since you know that talent is the most important thing, let's get started. Let me see your talent."

In this case, even if a person is lucky enough to answer his question, Hong Zhennan will definitely not accept him if the other person has no idea where his or her talent lies.

Even if he knows where his talent lies, he still doesn't want it if it's not strong enough.

In other words, the evaluation criteria are completely in the hands of Hong Zhennan and are absolutely subjective.

He still doesn't have a disciple who can teach him directly, which shows how high his standards are.

Hong Zhennan was as heavy as Mount Tai, watching quietly.

Hong Chen didn't keep him waiting for long.

He knows his own situation. He has no martial arts skills and his understanding of martial arts is limited to movies, TV dramas and novels.

He has one and only one advantage.

If Hong Zhennan still doesn't like it, then he can only try other martial arts schools, and at least find a teacher (master) and a father (father) who can provide him with food and shelter.

After figuring this out, Hong Chen naturally had nothing to hesitate about. He swept his eyes across the room and quickly locked onto the target.

He took a step forward, put the teacup aside, and took the tray with his right hand.

The hardness of ordinary ceramics is similar to that of common pebbles.

Press your palm.

The saucer broke into pieces.

Hong Zhennan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He grabbed a pile of debris and rubbed and crushed them vigorously with his five fingers.

The soft and delicate sound of shattering is heard constantly.

Hong Zhennan narrowed his eyes instantly, and his hands on the armrests clenched unconsciously.

Wait until Hong Chen loosened his right hand slightly.

The fine white powder slowly fell, like a rare snowfall in Hong Kong.

Hong Zhennan suddenly stood up, grabbed Hong Chen's hand, and after spreading it out, there was no trace of injury except for the powder left between the palm lines.

He looked at it steadily for two seconds, then picked up the ceramic fragments on the table, tried to squeeze it, and then put it back into Hong Chen's hand.

"Come again!"

Hong Chen used the same old trick again.

After a moment, the powder fell again.

Hong Zhennan reached out to take it, twisting it lightly with his thumb and index finger.

Ceramic powder is white and fine, similar to flour.

A smile slowly broke out on this face that looked majestic without being angry.

"Good! Very good! From today on, you will be the first disciple I, Hong Zhennan, accept into my sect and teach personally!"

Hearing this, Hong Chen finally felt relieved and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Disciple Hong Chen, hello to Master!"

(End of this chapter)