Save the Bachelor of Heaven

Seeing that everyone just declined and no one dared to go up, Hong Zhennan, the president of Xiangjiang Martial Arts Association, finally couldn't help but jumped up, "Since everyone is so modest, then I'll come and throw bricks to attract jade."

Although he is fat, his martial arts skills are amazing. With one leap, he can fly up to two or three meters high. Xiang Nan really admires him.

And when he landed on the table, with his huge lump of flesh, coupled with the speed at which he fell from the sky, the round table was like a seesaw, and it was pushed up immediately.

Xiang Nan was thrown out, and he was in mid-air, with nowhere to draw his strength.

But he didn't rush, instead he kicked Hong Zhennan quickly by taking advantage of being bounced.

Hong Zhennan carried it with his hand, and Xiang Nan took the opportunity to borrow strength from him, bounced back on the table, and stabilized his figure.

"Please~" The two stood facing each other, each put on a posture, and then shot together.

Hong Zhennan practiced Hongquan well. Hongquan pays attention to convincing people with force, winning with prestige, hard bridge and hard horse, strong and powerful.

Hong Zhennan has a fat body, great strength, and terrifying power, so he practiced Hong Quan, which really complemented each other.

As soon as Xiang Nan played against him, he knew that he was really a master.

The fist is heavy, strong and brave.

Xiang Nan fought hard with him a few times, but he felt a little overwhelmed, his arms were numb.

Seeing this, Xiang Nan no longer confronted him head-on, but dealt with him in a clever way.

Wing Chun was passed down from the theater troupe on the red boat, and the ancestor Liang Erdi was a punter on the red boat.

The cabin of the red boat is narrow and cramped, and it sways constantly, so the survival of the fittest in Wing Chun is best at burying short punches. And its iconic horse stance two-character clamp sheep horse, standing in the figure of eight, with legs slightly bent, knees clamped inside, thus forming a triangle.

It is well known that triangles are the most stable structures. Moreover, the legs were slightly bent, and the center of gravity was lowered. In this way, the sheep and horse with the two-word tongs were stable and not easy to fall, and they could be held firmly on the rickety red boat.

Therefore, fighting on this wobbly round table now may be a disadvantage for other open and close, long bridge and hard horse boxing techniques, but it is an advantage for Wing Chun.

Therefore, Xiang Nan kept dodging and moving, dodging Hong Zhennan's attacks, making his attacks often miss.

...

But to outsiders, it looked like Xiang Nan was being suppressed and beaten by Hong Zhennan. Only the power of parrying, there is no power to fight back.

Seeing this, all the martial artists in Xiangjiang sneered.

"I thought he was so powerful, but it turned out to be a silver pewter spear head."

"It's ridiculous to dare to teach boxing in Xiangjiang with such kung fu!"

"If I had known that his kung fu is so good, I would have gone up and asked him for advice."

They all said sarcastically.

Jin Shan asked all the brothers to see this, and they were also very surprised.

"Ask brother why he just parries and doesn't fight back. Could it be that he can't beat Hong Zhennan?"

"It's no wonder. Brother Wen has been focusing on making money all these years, so it's normal for his martial arts to regress."

"Oh, if I knew this, I wouldn't let him go out of the mountain. If I lose, it's really bad."

They also discussed one after another.

...

At this moment, Xiang Nan keenly noticed that Hong Zhennan's eyes began to turn red, his face showed an abnormal rosiness, and his breathing became short of breath.

Xiang Nan immediately knew that this was his asthma relapse.

The Hongquan practiced by Hong Zhennan pays attention to the use of energy to stimulate force and the use of sound to boost strength. It is a boxing method that consumes a lot of energy. This makes it easier to trigger his asthma.

Therefore, under this strenuous exercise, Hong Zhennan's old illness recurred.

Seeing this, Xiang Nan was secretly happy, but he didn't take the opportunity to counterattack, and took advantage of his illness to kill him.

Because Hong Zhennan seems to be vicious, arrogant and unreasonable, but he is actually a good person. The reason why the rules were set up to collect membership fees from various martial arts clubs is to deal with the exploitation of foreign devils, not to make profits for themselves.

In the end, in order to maintain the dignity of Chinese martial arts, he did not hesitate to fight a tornado and was eventually beaten to death in the boxing arena.

Such a person is really worthy of respect.

Naturally, Xiang Nan didn't want to take advantage of others, so he just kept dodging.

Anyway, his purpose was not to compete with Hong Zhennan for the number one Xiangjiang martial artist, but just to be qualified to teach boxing. Therefore, it is enough to delay a stick of incense.

Hong Zhennan's asthma gradually broke out, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

He was also aware of his illness, and if the beating continued, Xiang Nan would die of panting if nothing happened.

Therefore, when he saw that the stick of incense was almost burning, he withdrew his fist, suppressed the urge to pant forcibly, and said loudly, "Okay, it's time. Master Ye, your kung fu is not bad, you are allowed to teach in Xiangjiang!" punched."

Xiang Nan also stabilized his figure, and bowed his hands to Hong Zhennan, "Thank you Master Hong for keeping your hand, Ip Man is very grateful."

"Well, remember to pay a membership fee of 100 yuan at the beginning of each month." Hong Zhennan said again.

Xiang Nan nodded.

A membership fee of one hundred yuan is nothing to him. Every investment he makes now is tens or millions.

What's more, he knew that Hong Zhennan collected the membership fee not for himself, but to deal with foreign devils, so he didn't refuse like in the movie.

Seeing that he was sensible, Hong Zhennan nodded in satisfaction, then jumped off the round table and asked his apprentice to bring the medicine.

His asthma was almost out of control.

...

After the competition, Xiang Nan left the martial arts club with Jin Shanxun and others.

"Brother Wen, I have to pay a membership fee of 100 yuan, which is really outrageous."

"What's the membership fee? From my point of view, it must be that the surname Hong made a fortune from it."

"That's right, although the membership fee of one hundred yuan is not much. But it shouldn't be taught. There is no such rule in Fushan."

Jinshan talked with all the brothers.

"Okay, stop arguing, this is Xiangjiang, not Fushan, so we can't compare them simply." Xiang Nan waved his hand and said, "Let's do as the Romans do when we go to the countryside, and we'll do the same."

After hearing what he said, everyone nodded and stopped talking nonsense.

"Jinshan is looking for, try to select some talented students who can play well, and train them well. Those of us will get old soon, and we won't be able to play for a few years." Xiang Nan instructed again.

He is forty-six years old this year. Although he is proficient in medical skills, his body has been well maintained and he can still maintain his peak combat power, but sooner or later he will not be able to fight. So we still have to educate the younger generation.

Jin Shan listened and nodded, "I see, ask brother."

...

In the evening, Xiang Nan came to Hong Zhennan Guoshu Club.

"Master Ye, come so late, what's the matter~" Hong Zhennan asked with some guard.

Outsiders didn't know about the competition in the afternoon, but he knew in his heart that it seemed that he had always had the upper hand, but in fact he never hurt Xiang Nan. So in terms of kung fu, Xiang Nan is not much different from him, and even more flexible.

Therefore, his visit at night made Hong Zhennan inevitably suspicious.

"I'm here to give away the membership fee." Xiang Nan put the 100 yuan membership fee on the table and said.

When Hong Zhennan saw it, he nodded, "Master Ye, you know the rules."

"Do as the Romans do." Xiang Nan smiled, "By the way, Master Hong, if I read correctly, you must have asthma."

"You know?!" Hong Zhennan's face suddenly changed when he heard it.