Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 508

Contest is a process of fighting, and it is also a process of adapting. No matter how great martial arts are, it is difficult to change personal style no matter how much combat experience.

Jin Shanzhao gradually adapted to the rhythm of Wing Chun, made a move of Ye Lizanghua to storm Lin Yue’s face gate, and set aside a backhand through combat experience. Only when he knew his fist was he handed it out. The figure flashed over there, Mr. Teacher’s. The face appears sideways.

Even if Wing Chun is evasive, the pace must be steady, no matter where it is as agile as before, or weird.

The question mark was generated in his mind. Before he could react, he was faced with a jab that was as fast as lightning, without any fancy, simple, straightforward and powerful.

Jinshan was caught off guard, slapped, got a punch on the left, raised his head, thumped back three strides, and touched the place where he was hit, grinning with pain.

“Hey, are you Wing Chun?”

Lin Yue drew a half circle with his right foot on the ground, tightened it inward, returned the two-character pincers to the horse, re-swinged his hand, and asked Jinshan for a move: “What I played is Wing Chun.”

Jinshan found it boring. He roared and attacked again. After three punches and two feet, Lin Yue slid to the left and then handed out a jab. The punch is a false move, the killer is the uppercut.

The knuckles hit his jaw fiercely, his lips shook into a ball, saliva spurted, facial muscles were twisted, and the man fell straight, beaten so hard that he could not find the north, and he couldn’t get up for a long time.

Jinshan looked for it and shook his head, dizzy, really dizzy, there are little stars in front of him.

“Good! Good fight!”

Wow…

There was a burst of cheers outside the door, and Li Zhao took the lead in applauding. The martial arts disciple who had found a group of people to mock Jinshan in the morning felt like taking a bath in the dog days. The whole person was refreshed and very happy.

You said how could he do this? Doing this…too unruly.

Jinshan looked for a pat on his head, winked his eyes, swept the crowd behind him, turned his head and said, “You…you… absolutely… not Wing Chun.”

Lin Yue said: “You don’t care if I use Wing Chun, it’s a good Fist Technique to beat you down.”

In fact, Wing Chun alone can beat Jin Shan Xun, but just like the battle between Ye Wen and Jin Shan Xun in the movie, it takes a lot of hands and feet. Say a thousand things and ten thousand, don’t mention the insidious tricks of piercing and kicking the crotch. In terms of destructive power alone, Wing Chun is indeed inferior to boxing. This is when Ip Man vs. Felanche in “Ip Man III” It can be seen.

Moreover, he did not come to the world of Ip Man to learn routines. He planned to integrate Chinese, Western and Nanyang martial arts. Ascension own fighting skills. With the previous combat power, it can be achieved in Hong Kong movies, war movies, and urban dramas. One is ten or even stronger, but God knows if the system will give him a mission in the world of martial arts on a whim, like “Fengyun” and “Shushan” film and television dramas, without sufficient martial arts foundation, he will definitely not dare to enter of.

After a few sighs, Jinshan looked a little more clear-headed, got up from the ground, and punched out without saying much. At the same time, he hooked his foot back and brought out the wide-bladed horizontal knife that the little brother was holding.

There is a close-up shot of this action in the movie.

Lin Yue hit it with a punch, and got a head-on with Jinshan.

Do you think this trick is very handsome?

Bang.

When the two fists collided, Jinshan’s expression suddenly changed, and he took a big step towards retreated, his entire arm was shaking.

Whoops!

Shuai didn’t make it, the knife fell to the ground.

Grandma’s, this guy is really a teacher? Brute force ate him to death.

Jinshan shook his wrist, moved his five fingers, and picked up the broad-bladed horizontal knife that fell on the ground.

Lin Yue didn’t pick up the long stick that Wu Yan handed over. He twitched his hand around his waist and pulled the belt off, holding one end and wrapping it around the back of his hand for a half circle.

Ah!

Jinshan looked for a knife and slashed it.

Lin Yue turned his head and flashed, his hands swayed forward, and the flexible belt slapped his opponent’s eye sockets.

Jinshan snorted, quickly withdrew from the battle group, dipped the back of his hand into his right eye, and took it down to see how much blood was added.

“Well, it’s symmetrical now.” Lin Yue stretched his belt, seemingly interested in this weapon.

“Look at the knife!”

Jinshan got angry, and slashed hard with all his strength, and the sword broke through the air, whining.

Lin Yue was unmoved. He used the Horse Stance under his feet and the sliding step together, and occasionally brought a little Muay Thai San Gong step, which made it difficult for Jinshan to adapt and made frequent mistakes.

Snapped!

I got a belt on my butt,

Snapped!

A mass of erythema on the forehead.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

In pain, he rubbed his hands and rubbed his arms, his face was full of pain.

…

After the three moves, Lin Yue leaned forward to let the long knife go through the stabbing, twisting the belt in his hand, hooking Jinshan with his toe to find his ankle and pushing forward.

Puff, this guy fell a dog and ate shit, lying on the ground, unable to move.

Lin Yue took his foot and stomped on his ass: “How about? Do you admit defeat?”

Jinshan looked for his face and put it on the cold floor, his eyes looked back, but no matter how he looked, he couldn’t see anyone.

“Not convinced?” Lin Yue twisted his arm’s hand hard, the palm of his fist was slapped, and the wide-bladed sword flew out with a whistling sound, and nailed it to a round wooden post hanging high above the west wall.

I couldn’t fight with punches, I couldn’t fight with my feet and feet, and the knife didn’t work. Now the man named Lin twisted his arms and stepped on his butt. The knife has also changed hands. No matter how hard his mouth is, he can’t afford to lose.

Jinshan turned his head, his face flushed to the floor and said, “I admit defeat…”

Lin Yue let go of his hand, removed his foot, dropped the belt to the wooden man’s stake, and hung it firmly on it.

Wow~

There was more intense applause outside.

Some people shouted: “Good fight.”

Li Zhao walked into the front hall, followed by Liao Rihui and Wu Chi Lin from Mount Tai Hall.

“Master Lin, thanks to you today.”

Lin Yuegong cupped hands: “I just did what I could.”

Master Liao said: “Modest, too modest, if it weren’t for you, we would have lost all of our faces on Wuguan Street.”

There was a sound of praise outside.

Lin Yue looked at Liao Rihui with joy, thinking that this guy is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. Last time he dug a big hole for the Jingwu Club to dance. prejudice.

To be funny, it’s really funny. Many people used to think he was a rule-breaker, but turned his head to a more ruthless and arrogant one, and he became the guardian of Martial Arts Street.

Wu Chilin still remembered the bet the two sides had placed before the match. Seeing the black-eyed Jinshan climbed up, he gloated and said: “Apprentice the teacher.”

The people outside also yelled: “Apprentice, apprentice, apprentice…”

Jinshan was very embarrassed to find and his four followers.

Li Zhao walked up to a few people: “Don’t you northern boxers always claim to be bold and trustworthy? Why? Don’t you admit it if you lose?”

Walking Rivers and Lakes, the first rule, the second martial arts, the third reputation or face. Kungfu is good or not, if you don’t admit it today, they will be the shame of the martial artist in the future. Not to mention the opening of the martial arts hall, it will be difficult to establish a foothold in Rivers and Lakes.

His face changed again and again, Jinshan looked for one knee, bowed his cupped hands, and shouted: “Master.”

The next four followers looked at them, and although they were full of discomfort, they still half-kneeled on the ground, and also called Lin Yue “Master”.

There was a roar of laughter outside, and some people asked Jinshan to find Lin Yuefeng’s apprentice tea, causing the guy to stare and stare, with a fierce face–although his face was swollen and blue, he looked quite funny.

Lin Yue didn’t say anything in the face of the accident, and rushed to Jinshan to find a few people and said: “There is a Chinese traditional Chinese medicine liquor left by the former tenant upstairs. It should be effective for the injury on your face.”

Jinshan froze for a while before turning around, knowing that it was cheap. The Master quickly got up from the ground, turned around and went into the back hall with his four followers, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Lin Yue, Master Liao and the others took them away for a while, and the spectators outside also slowly dissipated contentedly, and Fenjintang recovered calm, and soon there was a loud sound of the children reading.

…

Lin Yue seems to have done a trivial thing here. What did Heavenly Stems do yesterday? What are you doing today? At most, you can add a few more bowls and a few pairs of chopsticks for cooking at night. Don’t look at Jinshan looking for multiple martial arts centers during the day. In fact, there are not a few copper plates in my pocket, otherwise I would not leave my hometown to go south to Guangzhou.

On the other side, in the whole afternoon, I learned about Lin Yue’s take advantage of Jinshan’s search in a small part of East Street. Many people gave him a thumbs up when they talked about him, saying that he gave the people of Foshan a sigh of relief, and some people from the north came to ask for Life. People raised the bar and said that he was from HK, and had nothing to do with Foshan’s dime. After that, he gave “He is not from Foshan, but his Master is from Foshan, and the boxing skills he used came from Foshan.” He was speechless and admired Foshan very much. The knowledge of people touching porcelain.

The second day, early morning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and everything is silent.

There were a few thick figures in the courtyard behind Endeavour Hall.

A low-pitched voice said, “Dage, are we really going to do this?”

“If you don’t do this, tell me what to do?”

It was the voice that Jinshan was looking for.