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Chapter 8: Crossing the Sea
overnight.

The British army never discovered anything unusual in the warehouse.

It was not until the next day that the Japanese soldiers who had come to pick up the goods by boat were nowhere to be seen and took the initiative to enter the warehouse, only to finally discover the blood and corpses on the ground.

Within one morning, the whole of Hong Kong knew that someone had slaughtered all the remaining Japanese soldiers in the warehouse.

Many Chinese people were excited about this, and the news spread far and wide on ships.

But the British, as colonists, were not happy. In fact, they were no less angry than the Japanese devils.

Because the killed Japanese soldiers were blocked, surrounded, monitored and guarded by the British army, but they didn't even know when all the Japanese soldiers were killed, which naturally made them feel embarrassed.

As a result, the number of military and police patrolling the streets increased several times.

Hong family.

Hong Zhennan sat on the armchair, holding a teacup in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Did you vomit last night?"

Hong Chen looked embarrassed and nodded slightly.

He didn't have many thoughts when he started to act, because all he could think about at the time was "I haven't finished killing them yet."

However, on the way back, as soon as the tense atmosphere subsided, the images of slit and pinched throats, severed heads, and spurting blood kept reappearing in my mind uncontrollably.

So, the hero who was talked about by word of mouth couldn't help but hold on to the wall and vomited for a quarter of an hour.

When he came back, Hong Chen's face looked almost as pale as that of Miura Takesuke who had committed seppuku, and almost scared his master and his wife.

Hong Zhennan took a sip of tea and looked at Hong Chen with admiration in his eyes.

"All you lack now is experience."

"Master, I still have a lot to learn."

"Hey!" Hong Zhennan waved his hand, "You don't have to be so modest with me. I know better than you how well you've learned."

Hong Chen could only smile and say nothing.

Hong Zhennan looked at his right hand and said, "When I accepted you as my apprentice, it was mainly because of your extraordinary talent, but this is limited to strength. People with strong enough strength, even if they learn slowly, their ultimate achievements cannot be underestimated."

Hong Chen nodded.

Kung Fu is a skill, but it is more than just a skill.

In any martial art, strength training is of utmost importance.

"Experience is something that cannot be taught. You can only rely on your own efforts. You did a good job last night, but you shouldn't be proud of it. Those devils lost their vigilance and didn't even bring guns! Not to mention other places, there are many people in Hong Kong who can do this!"

"Disciple, remember this."

It’s not really that difficult what happened last night.

The most important thing is that those devils were originally the targets chosen by Hong Zhennan for him to fight and kill, not some kind of mission that would involve risking his life or death.

"What are your plans next?" Hong Zhennan asked.

Hong Chen thought about it and said with a smile: "Master, I want to go to Japan."

Hong Zhennan's eyes tightened.

Hong Chen quickly explained: "Master, I am not just trying to kill the devils. I just feel that since I have already seen blood and opened the front, it is time to experience life and death. Without the test of life and death, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to break through the barrier in a short time."

Hong Zhennan frowned and shook his head slowly.

"I was born with asthma, so in order to strengthen my body, my father found a master for me when I was four years old. After I became his disciple, my master prepared medicinal baths and medicinal meals for me for three years, and then I started to practice. I am not as talented as you, and it was not until I was seventeen that I mastered the plate, posture, method, and theory of Hongquan, just like you are now."

Ten years of sharpening a sword.

Ten years, to practice a skill, is neither long nor short.

The plate is basic training;

Shi is the moves and routines;
The method is to use the thugs to fight;
Li refers to the theory of boxing.

If you can master these four points, you can be said to have mastered a skill.

Later on, the integrated skills and sufficient practical experience confirm each other, and truly reach the realm of perfection, which can be called great success.

Just like Hong Zhennan in front of us, he broke through the original moves and routines, and found his own momentum and method, and even derived his own boxing theory. He can be said to be a "master of his own", and a master of his generation.

"In those days, there weren't as many rules as there are now. People who practiced Kung Fu made a living from Kung Fu. There was nothing else to say, just one word: fighting! I started when I was seventeen and continued until I was twenty-three before I finally became a master."

Ten years to master, six years to achieve great success.

This speed is not slow. There are not many martial arts masters in the past hundred years, and countless people are stuck at the Great Success Pass. Most of these people are in their forties or fifties, which is already advanced in this era.

As a 23-year-old master of Hung Gar martial arts, Hong Zhennan is definitely a rare genius.

Don't forget, he also has incurable asthma.

But there was no trace of pride on Hong Zhennan's face. He suddenly asked, "But when I can start my own business, how old do you think I will be?"

Hong Chen lowered his head slightly, thought for a while, and tentatively responded: "Thirty?"

Hong Zhennan snorted and rolled his eyes at him: "The first two years you asked me to be your disciple."

Hong Zhennan is 45 years old this year. Hong Chen became his apprentice seven years ago. If we go back two years, that is...

"36 years old?"

"That's right. From the age of 23 to 36, a full thirteen years. When I was nearly thirty, I realized that it was useless to keep fighting. Yin and Yang are the way, and practicing martial arts also requires the same emphasis on movement and stillness. So I calmed down and was still for five or six years before I finally found my own way."

"Master has extraordinary talent and excellent comprehension, which is rare in the world." Hong Chen flattered him in time.

Actually, it’s not really flattery. A 36-year-old master is already very young.

It is still unclear whether Ip Man is a grandmaster now. He probably needs to go through a series of devastation and blows such as national disaster, family disaster, shooting, etc. before he can truly become a grandmaster.

Hearing Hong Chen's intentional praise, Hong Zhennan raised the corner of his mouth, and then glanced at him with pretended displeasure.

"If you want to fight, I have no problem with that, but if you want to fight all the way to mastery, that would be a waste of time."

Hong Chen was puzzled: "Master, didn't you also fight your way out?"

"Yes, but I fought for ten years. Then it took me another thirteen years to get to this point. A full twenty-three years, longer than you have lived now. If you stay with me, I can always instruct you when to move and when to stay still. I can't say I can save you much time, but at least I won't let you go down the wrong path I took."

Hong Chen fell silent.

Hong Zhennan also waited quietly.

for a long time.

Hong Chen's expression changed from thoughtful to determined, and he clasped his fist and slammed it loudly.

“Master, although I am as small as dust, I also know the hatred of my country and my family.

Kung Fu is also known as Chinese martial arts.

The so-called national martial arts, the country comes first and the art comes second.

Now that I have followed you to learn and have mastered the art, I naturally cannot forget the word "country" at the beginning.

Besides, I often hear people say that when doing things, one should be clear-minded. Now that I have some ability and the idea of ​​avenging my country, if I think but do not act, and know but do not act, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to calm down in the future.

Besides, I am not a reckless person. Although I have to travel far away, I will not leave immediately. At least I need to learn the language in advance so that I can integrate into it in the future and do a better job of killing.

I will be back in three years at the least and five years at the most. It won’t take too long. I will keep in touch with you through letters during this period. Please rest assured, Master.”

After saying this, Hong Chen bowed deeply.

Sitting on the armchair, Hong Zhennan's hands on the armrests trembled slightly, and a blue vein bulged on his forehead.

This is not anger.

Instead it is joy.

Bang!
Hong Zhennan slammed the table and stood up with his tiger-like body.

"Okay! I agree! But there is one thing I want you to keep firmly in mind."

Hong Chen suddenly stood up, his face full of joy, "Master, please tell me."

Hong Zhennan stepped forward and reached out to touch the top of Hong Chen's head, his big belly almost touching Hong Chen's abdomen.

"You are not like dust. In my eyes, your life is more important than the lives of all the devils combined. So, you must come back alive. If you can't kill them now, you can kill them easily when you become stronger. If that doesn't work, write to me and I will go with you to kill them! Remember?!"

Thousands of words can only be summed up in one word: "safety".

Feeling the palm of your hand on my head, the companionship, teaching, care and every little bit of the past seven years of days and nights suddenly came to my mind.

Hong Chen immediately lowered his head, not wanting to expose his suddenly red eyes.

"Yes, Master!"

(End of this chapter)