Huang Feihong is from Foshan and speaks Cantonese dialect, but everyone can understand it and has no language barriers. Especially Chen Zikun, who has shown his language talent since childhood. His father speaks Beijing Mandarin, his mother speaks Hunan dialect, and there are many children speaking Cantonese and Chaozhou dialect on Chinatown in San Francisco. After learning these two languages ​​over and over, he learned the authentic American English in the orphanage. After staying in Shanghai for a few months, he was able to communicate with Shanghai dialect.

Liu Yanzhi could understand Cantonese dialect, but he didn't speak well. He told his son in Mandarin that the competition and the competition in the boxing ring were different. As long as both sides were willing, they would not distinguish between heavyweights or boxing sects, and they didn't even need to be martial artists. For example, Huo Yuanjia once competed with Russian strongmen. The Russians were not people in the martial arts industry, but were juggling in the circus.

These days, transportation is inconvenient, and there are no frequent foreigners in Foshan. The appearance of this father and son makes everyone think of the first thing they want to do is to kick a house. Although middle-aged men do not show the characteristics of being a man in martial arts, the aura of looking down on the world is only found in the great masters. Children are stubborn and strong and flexible, and they are a good seedling for martial arts at first glance.

This is Liang Zan's home court. Huang Feihong is just a guest who comes to compete and it is not convenient to take the initiative to greet him. The strong man, who is 1.9 meters tall, bowed to Liu Yan and said, "Didn't ask for advice?"

"Chen Yongren, Hunan." Liu Yan bowed his hand and coughed twice. Everyone present was from Xinglin. It was immediately obvious that this person's tuberculosis had reached its late stage. It was difficult for him to be able to travel for a long distance.

"What's the matter here?" the strong man continued to ask.

"Come to find a martial arts master for the dog son." Liu Yanzhi looked at everyone with a smile. He had already identified that the strong man was definitely not Liang Zan. The real Liang Zan should be the old man sitting on the official hat chair next to him, but the one who could beat the strong man the most was this strong man, because he had the most energy and emitted a powerful purple-red light all over his body. Liang Zan's light was already very weak, and Huang Feihong was second to the strong man. However, martial arts competition was different from the believers. The most important thing for the believers was to teach the art. This was obviously more suitable for Huang Feihong.

"It's not that easy to become a disciple. Not to mention the child's qualifications, these masters are not worth a lot." The strong man joked, "Can you afford it?"

Liu Yanzhi said lightly: "It is a fortune you have cultivated in three lifetimes."

This made everyone angry, and even Huang Feihong frowned. The Hunanese were too arrogant. The strong man swung his fist and said, "Then I, Chen Huashun, want to ask for advice."

Liu Yan said straight: "I dare not take it if you ask me, so I will set up a bet. If you can touch my body within one stick of incense, you will have 500 pounds here, and it will belong to you."

Guangzhou Prefecture is very close to Hong Kong and is in the sphere of influence of the British. The pound is a hard currency that is stronger than the silver and oceans. Moreover, the UK implements a gold standard. Five hundred pounds can be 500 small gold coins, which is definitely a huge sum of money.

Five hundred pounds of banknotes were placed on the table, and Liu Yanzhi asked Huang Feihong to be a witness, and Master Huang happily agreed.

Everyone opened the venue again, Liu Yanzhi was wearing a long gown, and with his hands behind his back, nodding at Chen Huashun: "Let's go ahead."

Chen Huashun is also a famous martial artist in Foshan. His legendary story is even better than Huang Feihong. Facing the strange Hunanese, Chen Huashun was a little unable to touch the other party's routine and tried to hit with his fist. Liu Yanzhi easily flashed sideways.

When fighting, people's energy is released. Later generations Bruce Lee was able to see where the next move was going from his opponent's eyes to be invincible. Liu Yanzhi relied on observing the opponent's energy fluctuations. Chen Huashun wanted to move his legs or fists, and he yearned for where to play, which move was a real move, and which move was a false move, which one was completely in sight.

After a stick of incense, Chen Huashun emptied hundreds of punches, even Liu Yanzhi's clothes could touch. The empty punch was even more tiring than hitting someone. He was out of breath and could only admit defeat.

Liu Yanzhi was not relaxed either. With Chen Yongren's body, he used a lot of energy to turn around and divert. He was so tired that he was sweating all over. He sat down to regulate his breathing. Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw it. Such good kung fu was a sick person. No wonder he entrusted his son to someone else.

Chen Huashun didn't expect that he would lose, so he didn't mention how to fine him if he lost. He couldn't get five hundred pounds, so he said, "Mr. Chen, sorry, I'm defeated, I'll teach you."

Liu Yan said straight: "You are too extensive. I am afraid that I can't teach the children well, so I'd better ask Mr. Liang Zan to teach." After that, he looked at the old man on the official hat and chair.

There was an uproar. Even if you are good at it, you can't say such things. What kind of seniority is Liang Zan? How old is this child? Isn't this the advantage for everyone here?

Liang Zan got up and walked over. The old man was in good spirits and walked with wind. He looked at Liu Yanzhi up and down and said, "It's okay to want me to accept closed disciples, but you also have to come up with your unique skills to exchange."

Liu Yan said straight: "It's not a closed disciple, and you don't have a title. Just teach your children casually. As for my unique skills, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't teach, but that you can't learn it."

No one was angry at this time. Liu Yanzhi used his strength to prove that his words were not boasting out of thin air, but they couldn't imagine what martial arts skills they couldn't learn would look like.

Chen Huashun said: "Then let's show our hands and let us see."

Liu Yanzhi looked around and saw that his kung fu was destructive and could not be tried on people, nor could he demolish Zanseido. There was a big banyan tree with lush branches and leaves behind the big house, so four people could only be hugged by him. He walked over slowly, and a large group of people followed behind to see what Hunan martial artists had in their unique skills.

"It's a pity that such a good tree." Liu Yanzhi patted the trunk, and the banyan tree did not move at all. Liu Yan turned around and walked back, nodded, indicating that his ultimate move had been used. Everyone stared at each other, not knowing what he was talking about.

Liang Zan didn't see the reason, but he couldn't show it in front of his disciples, so he nodded slightly, looking as if he was conscious.

Liu Yan said straight: "Everything is spread out, stay away."

Everyone was not moved, Liang Zan knew it and waved his hand to let everyone take ten steps back.

The big banyan tree fell to the ground with a bang, breaking from the middle, and the stubble was flat. Everyone was so scared that their faces were no longer visible. Even if they were hacksaws, they had to be sawed for a whole day before they could be sawed. They went forward to check the stubble, but they didn't seem to be sawed, because there was no wood chips or annual ring patterns, and it seemed to be burned by high temperature.

Only then did Liang Zan realize that what the Hunanese are saying is true. Being able to accept this child as a disciple was indeed a fortune they had cultivated in three lifetimes. This is not martial arts, this is an immortal technique. This person is not a martial art, but a banished immortal descending to the mortal world.

Liu Yanzhi just released an energy ball in the tree trunk. He deliberately retracted his strength. If he really wanted to play, Foshan City could be demolished.

Everything is easy to do next. It’s just a matter of just one sentence if you want to learn whatever you want. Liu Yanzhi respects Xiao Chen Zikun’s meaning, first learn Wuxiu from Huang Feihong, and then learn Wing Chun from Liang Zan.

Chinese martial arts emphasize southern fist and northern legs, while southern boxing is mainly Hongquan. Foshan Wuyingjiao is like Yangzhou fried rice in Lanzhou ramen restaurant. It is not authentic. It is just that Huang Feihong integrates the northern leg techniques into southern fist. It is a way of playing that sounds east and west. It is not as good as in the movie when kicking, and of course it will not be too bad. After all, Huang Feihong is also a master of the generation.

On Zanshengtang, Liang Zan is old and has no energy to teach himself, but he insists on accepting Chen Zikun as his closed disciple and asks his disciple Chen Huashun to teach him Wing Chun. There is also a 17 or 18-year-old boy who is named Ye Wen. He calls Chen Zikun uncle, and the two often practice together.

It is said that Ip Man's tuition fee is twelve taels of gold, which shows how famous Chen Huashun is and how valuable it is. Liu Yanzhi did not intend to take advantage of others, so he gave Liang Zan, Chen Huashun and Huang Feihong each of 1,000 pounds, which was only used as tuition fees.

In this way, the masters taught more attentively.

The father and son spent half a year in Guangdong and roughly learned Wing Chun, Hong Quan and Wuyingjiao, Wulang Bagua Stick, Arhat Eighteen Palms, etc. After learning, they went north to Hunan and went to Ningxiang County, Chen Yongren's hometown, to find their roots.

Based on Chen Yongren's recollection, Liu Yanzhi found the Chen Family Ancestral Hall. Chen Yongren is from Chenjia Village. He married and had children at the age of 17. Later, he left home to do business and disappeared for more than ten years. He had letters before, but he had not even had letters in recent years.

Someone at home knew Chen Yongren, so he took him to the ancestral grave to worship his ancestors and parents, and then led him to a tomb, saying that this was the tomb of your guest, and next to it was your son's tomb, so burn some paper money.

When Liu Yanzhi saw the names of Chen Yongren and Chen Liu on the tombstone, he sighed when he thought of the tragic life of this poor woman. He had lost some paper money and looked at the tombstone next to him, which clearly stated the name "Chen Zikun".

He finally understood why Chen Yongren gave his son this name, which turned out to be to commemorate his premature death...
Chapter completed!