I Opened the Martial Arts Hall In Marvel

When Huang Wen woke up, it was already the next morning. Huang Wen felt that his spirit was pretty good, but his body was still a little bit painful. Huang Wen looked at it, the bruise was still there, but the color was already dark. A lot.

　　 As for the injured finger, Huang Wen moved it twice. If he didn't use any force, there would be no problem. If he applied a little force, he could still feel the pain from the bones.

At the intersection of 　　 Chinatown, a young man with a backpack appeared here, with a trace of fatigue on his face, and a heavy breath of suffocation, relieved the fatigue in his heart, and walked in the direction of Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall.

　　 When seeing the gate of Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall closed, the young man frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "Didn’t Dad say that I have walked out of the martial arts hall before? Why haven’t I returned to my normal routine?"

　　 This young man is the son of Uncle Zhong, and also Zhong Qiang who Huang Wen wants him to help in the martial arts gym.

After Zhong Qiang saw that the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall had not opened yet, he turned and walked towards his Bayu hot pot restaurant. The hot pot restaurant opened. Of course, it was not open for business, but he knew that his son was coming back. Uncle Zhong couldn’t wait. Woke up early.

　　Even, Zhong Bo cooked a pot of Chaoshan casserole porridge, waiting for his son to come back and drink it while it was hot.

　　 Don’t ask why Bayu hot pot restaurants have Chaoshan casserole porridge. Just ask that Chinese cuisine blends with each other, and there is no geographical distinction for a long time.

　　 "Dad, I'm back." Zhong Qiang put down his backpack and shouted inside with a smile.

"I'm back, I'll be fine." Zhong Bo poked his head out of the back kitchen, nodded at Zhong Qiang with red eyes, and did not mean to come and hug him. Even though Zhong Bo has lived in the U.S. for so many years, he still has no support. Into this habit.

　　 "Dad, what are you doing? It smells good!" Zhong Qiang walked up to Uncle Zhong, gave Uncle Zhong a big hug, and asked with a smile.

"I've made some porridge for you, it's OK, let's go over it, your body is stinking, go take a bath and eat." Zhong Bo was held in his arms by Zhong Qiang, with a gratifying smile on the corner of his mouth. He pushed Zhong Qiang in disgust and said.

　　 "Hey, there is no way, I am in a hurry." Zhong Qiang smiled and scratched his head, "I'll take a shower first, and I will ask my brother later to see if he gets up."

　　 "Well, we just talked about it yesterday, so you don't need to persuade him anymore. You ask that brother has always had his own opinion." When asked about Huang Wen, Zhong Bo sighed and walked into the back kitchen.

"When you encounter this kind of thing, how can you persuade brother?" Zhong Qiang shook his head, turned around and carried his backpack, and walked up the stairs. Their house is also on the second floor. He Huang Wen's Wing Chun Boxing Gym The layout is almost the same.

　　 "It's ridiculous that the US police station has not even said a word for so many days. However, I still have to talk to Brother Q for some news."

　　 Not long after, Zhong Qiang simply took a bath, glanced at Uncle Zhong who was still in the back kitchen, walked out of the hot pot restaurant, and headed for the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall not far away.

　　 "Ask brother! Ask brother, I'm back, are you awake!" Zhong Qiang shouted at the room where Huang Wen was in front of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall.

　　 "Xiao Qiang?" Huang Wen was taken aback while washing, and Zhong Qiang's appearance appeared in his mind, and a trace of movement flashed in his eyes.

　　 Although Uncle Zhong didn't say he was in a hurry to call Zhong Qiang back in advance, he still did so. Fortunately, his grudge had already been reported. Next, he will concentrate on running the martial arts gym.

　　 "Come!" Huang Wen wiped his face, shouted at the outside, and then hurriedly went downstairs, opened the door, and let Zhong Qiang in, "Why did you come back so early?"

"I'm not afraid to ask brother if you have an accident. I have no chance to see you for the last time!" Zhong Qiang punched Huang Wen in the chest and said with a smile. Before, passed on your family martial arts to me?"

　　 "Hiss!" Huang Wen took a breath, Zhong Qiang's punch, of course, didn't have much strength, but it happened to hit a bruise.

　　 "What's the matter? Ask brother, I didn't use any force!" Zhong Qiang hurriedly retracted his fist, looking at Huang with some worry.

　　 "It's okay, if you have problems, I won't have any problems!" Huang Wen waved his hand and gave Zhong Qiang a white glance. "You still want to learn the martial arts passed down by my family? Let's learn the basics of Wing Chunquan first!"

　　The so-called family martial arts is actually a part of Wing Chun that is not spread. After all, Huang Hong just opened the martial arts hall for dinner. He must have reservations about the essence of Wing Chun.

　　 And when Huang Hong once taught Huang Wen, he was secretly seen by Zhong Qiang. Since then, Zhong Qiang has remembered the fact that Huang Wen has a family of martial arts.

"It's boring. Those basic trainings are too tiring." Zhong Qiang curled his lips. "You have to stick to the basic skills every day. How can you have so much time? Look at other people who teach taekwondo, karate, and free fighting. It just needs simple Just practice two or three tricks a week."

"Most old Americans don’t care whether the boxing skills you teach are powerful or not. They are mainly simple and practical, so that they can occasionally defend themselves. A so-called hierarchical system allows them to have the pleasure of upgrading..."

　　 "You are very clear about the investigation!" Huang asked asked Zhong Qiang with a surprised look, "Why, come to me to help me while I am waiting for the internship? I can't ask for it, and it's easy to talk about salary or anything!"

"Ask brother, you should solve your problem first." Zhong Qiang shrugged and lowered his voice, "I have a classmate who also has a gang at home. According to him, most of the gangs have real Master, the kind far beyond ordinary people..."

"Before I came back, I helped you find out what kind of big brother company Brother Lian helped. He has a mutant under his hand, and his strength is not weak. The mutant asked Brother if you have heard of it? But it's much better than yours, you But be careful, it's best to wait for the brothers to be alone before you start..."

　　 "Oh, he is dead." Huang Wen smiled and spread his hands, "However, the strength is really strong, otherwise, it won't hurt me."

"What?" Zhong Qiang widened his eyes, then shrank his neck, looked around and found that no one came by outside, then whispered, "Ask brother, did you solve the problem with Brother Lian? "

　　 "Yes." Huang Wen smiled and nodded, "It's all resolved, Dad's grudge, I have already reported it. Next, it is time to fulfill his last wish and carry forward our Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall!"

　　 "How are you..." Zhong Qiang was saying, and suddenly stopped, "Go, ask brother, my dad made breakfast, let me call you, let's eat and talk!"

"Okay, I happen to be hungry too, let's go." Huang Wen smiled and nodded. He also happened to have some publicity management issues that he wanted to ask Zhong Qiang, so he took this opportunity to pull Zhong Qiang into his chanting. Come to Chunwu Hall.