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It is Master Liao of Taishan Hall, Ye Wen's first opponent in the movie.

"Master Lin."

Master Liao clasped his fists in his practice uniform, and while speaking, he was also looking at the young man in a Chinese tunic suit opposite him.

As rumored by the outside world, at the age of twenty-six or seven, with a fair complexion, clear eyebrows and eyes, and a bookish air all over his body, he is a master of martial arts, but a Confucian scholar.

"Master Liao." Lin Yue clasped his fists in return.

"You know me?" Liao Rihui's eyes flashed with surprise.

"The day I came to Foshan, Taishan Hall had just opened, and the streets were full of people talking about you and your Liao Family Boxing."

When Liao Rihui heard this, he felt a little more complacent. The other party was flattering him by saying that.

"I don't know if Master Liao came to Fenjintang this time, what advice can he give?"

"I don't dare to teach you." Liao Rihui said: "This time I came to Fenjin Hall, it was entrusted by my colleagues from the Jingwu Association to come and have a talk with Master Lin."

One story, one good one.

One narrative is false, but Xingshi's questioning is true.

But as the old saying goes, don't reach out to hit a smiling person, Lin Yue smiled and pointed to the chair for guests: "Please sit down."

Liao Rihui nodded, walked forward with his head held high and chest out, walked to the armchair against the wall and sat down.

Lin Yue turned around and walked to the back hall, passing by the place where the children were taught, and found two or three little guys looking back at Liao Rihui frequently.

"Concentrate and don't get distracted by external objects."

"Yes, teacher." The child politely agreed, then lowered his head and continued to write.

Lin Yue made two cups of tea in the back hall, put them on the tea tray and walked back to the front hall.

Liao Rihui said: "Master Lin, your student is very polite."

"To do things, be a person first. Reading is the same principle. Only by rectifying oneself and self-cultivation and distinguishing right from wrong can one be a person who is useful to the family, the people and the country."

Liao Rihui watched him walk up to him, and wanted to take out the cups from the tea tray, neither gesturing for help, nor pointing to the table to thank him: "Master Lin wants them to straighten themselves up, cultivate themselves, and distinguish right from wrong, but for some reason, they don't obey the rules when they come to me. "

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Lin Yue put the cup on the table calmly, pointing the rim of the cup with his middle finger and index finger and pushed it in front of the guest: "Drink tea."

While the cup was sliding, Liao Rihui also stretched out his middle finger and index finger and pointed at the opposite side: "No rush."

"If you have something to say, it's not too late to talk after drinking tea." Lin Yue pointed his palms together and rubbed lightly along the edge of the cup. The cup swirled and continued to slide forward.

Liao Rihui spread his five fingers forward, trying to block the teacup. At this time, Lin Yue handed it out in a circular motion, bringing up the arm blocking the way, spreading his hands, pushing, folding his hands to draw, palm shadows interlaced, clothes sleeves rubbed, and the backs of his hands collided. The sound is endless.

At this moment the teacup was approaching, Liao Rihui hurriedly stretched out his left hand to block it.

Lin Yue released the punch with his right arm, circled his hands upwards, and rushed forward with his fingers.

With the same hand, count the rim of the cup with the left hand, and the teacup that is 70% full tilts forward slightly, and the tea soup turns golden.

Liao Rihui lost a move in the game with his right hand. Facing the sharp stab at the throat, he turned his head to avoid it, and did not think that some tea soup would fall on his left hand.

The water had just boiled and was very hot, and subconsciously shrank back. At this moment, Lin Yue pressed the cup with his left hand and pushed it forward. The teacup stopped in front of Liao Rihui, and the tea that had just stirred up also fell into the cup, causing a circle of ripples. .

"Drink tea." Lin Yue said.

Liao Rihui's complexion changed a few times, he sat down awkwardly, picked up the cup in front of him, and took a sip of tea.

"Master Lin is very skilled."

Although it's just a game of hands, not a comprehensive skill competition, anyone who is not a fool can see who is the winner and who is the loser in this battle.

Liao Rihui is the owner of the martial arts gym, and he is almost ten years older than Lin Yue. Of course, he can't be so brazen as to play tricks and refuse to admit it.

"I heard that Hong Xiguan, the leader of the ten tigers in Shaolin, died under the fist of the Phoenix Eye. His power is astonishing."

What was Lin Yue's original intention to go to Shangwu boxing gym to practice boxing? Isn’t it because [Muay Thai] pays more attention to legwork and lacks hand skills, and boxing is a kind of open and close, fierce fighting technique, and it is a little passive in the face of close-fitting bunt, so I came to the world of "Ip Man" Finally, the character setting helped him make up for the shortcomings.

The southern style of boxing itself focuses on close combat. Wing Chun boxing is known as the seven-point boxing and three-pointing legs. It can be said to be the best in close-fitting short boxing. Its existence makes Lin Yue's hand skills both rigid and soft. Nimble and changeable, the competition with Liao Rihui just now used all the moves and routines in Wing Chun boxing, boxing and muay thai have not been used yet.

"You actually know the Phoenix Eye Fist."

The shock in Liao Rihui's eyes was even more intense. The Lianjiazi on the East Street only knew that he was from the north, and the boxing he used was Liaojiaquan. Didn't he know that the predecessor of Liaojiaquan was the lesser-known Fengyanquan.

Lin Yue smiled, did not speak, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"Master Lin, with your skills, it is definitely more than enough to open a martial arts gym on the East Street. I really don't understand why you want to fight against the Jingwu Association. As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not crush a snake. Since you are here In order to live, the rules that should be followed must be followed.”

Liao Rihui's tone softened a lot, walking in the rivers and lakes, it is true that the hard fist is the truth.

Of course, Lin Yue can't say that I did it on purpose. If I don't do this, how can I inspire you to come and kick the gym.

"Abiding by the rules? Like Master Liao? I'm so free and I don't like being a pawn."

Pawn of the horse, this adjective is very unpleasant, but Liao Rihui couldn't refute at all, because of those visible and invisible rules, he had to become a chess piece for those people in the Jingwu Association to throw stones and ask for directions.

"And..." Lin Yue said, "It's the members of the Jingwu Association who broke the rules first."

Liao Rihui was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Lin Yue pointed to the wooden sign hanging in front of the door, facing the street was the word "文".

"Jing Wu will have the rules of the Jing Wu Club, and I have my own rules."

Lin Yue took out a letter from the desk drawer on the opposite side, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Liao Rihui: "This is the letter I picked up under the threshold. I don't know who it was written to. Please ask Master Liao to take it back and ask." Just ask."

This kid is a prickly head.

Looking at the letter in front of him, Liao Rihui suddenly realized that the other party was upset that Jingwu would not use bean buns as dry food.

No one was seen delivering the letter, so he stuffed it through the crack of the door. If he was an unknown person, he could only endure it, but the teacher in front of him had real talent and learning, so it's no wonder he didn't give Jing Wu face.

Seeing that Lin Yue was not a good talker, Liao Rihui sighed, picked up the letter and got up to leave.

"Master Lin, what happened just now..."

"Master Liao, is the tea here delicious?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious." Liao Rihui clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Master Lin for your warm hospitality. Farewell, farewell."

He has two blessings, the first one is that he didn't fight Lin Yue, he was really going to lose so badly, and if those kids spread the word, how can he hang around on East Street in the future, the second is that Lin Yue took care of him In order to save face, he referred to the contest just now as offering tea, and did not pursue him for being a leader in the Jingwu Association. This kind of tolerance and forgiveness is really rare in the martial arts where everyone strives to win.

"Go slowly." Lin Yue walked to the door and watched Liao Rihui disappear into the alley.

...

Turning around the next day, Liao Rihui pushed the letter to the middle of the round table.

"What does he mean?"

"Too arrogant! Do you look down on us?"

"A mere teacher, who will give him the courage to challenge the Jingwu Association? Is this going to be an enemy of Foshan Wulin?"

The Jingwu Society sent a letter to Endeavor Hall, asking the owner to come and report, but the other party not only refused to come, but also asked the Jingwu Society to send him to ask him why the unruly person took the letter back. What does this mean?

This is afternoon.

So irritating, so arrogant.

Even President Li, who has always been mature and prudent, couldn't sit still, looked at Liao Rihui and said, "Master Liao, how is that Master Lin's kung fu?"

After saying a word, everyone quieted down, because they were very curious, why didn't that guy pay attention to the Jingwu Association? Could it be that he really thought that he could defeat the world's heroes?

Liao Rihui said: "When I went, he was teaching a group of children to read and did not practice martial arts."

Master Liang of Qinglong Martial Arts said, "Huh?"

Liao Rihui said: "He said that Fenjintang will teach martial arts in the morning and study essays in the afternoon. This is his rule."

"What?!"

A group of people were furious. This kid didn't abide by the rules of the Jingwu Association, but asked others to obey his rules. He really didn't take the heroes of the world seriously.

Liao Rihui kept an eye on his nose, nose and heart, and turned a blind eye to the reactions of the family members of the martial arts gyms. These people pushed him to be the first bird, and he dared not not go. Now that the other party has sent the gauntlet to the Jingwu Club, the next step is your business Well, it has nothing to do with me.

"Let's go, meet him!" The owner of the Shaolin Hongquan Martial Arts Hall couldn't sit still any longer, he pinched his shiny forehead with his hand, leaving five bright red fingerprints, and slapped the table to stand up. In the past two days, the East Street has been rumored that Cui Dazhi, who ranks third in his family's strength, is not the enemy of the teacher. It is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the reputation of Shaolin Hongquan Martial Arts Hall. I wanted Liao Rihui to check it out. The other party was false, and did not expect that Fenjin Hall had a rule of passing martial arts in the morning and studying essays in the afternoon. The two sat there drinking tea for a long time, but the fight failed.

"Wait." Qinglong Martial Arts Director Liang waved his hand to stop: "Isn't he unruly? Then we'll give him a drudgery."

The owner of the Qingyun Pavilion was cleaning his monocle, but he raised his head when he heard his words: "How do you say it?"

The curator Liang said something.

President Li frowned slightly after hearing this: "It's not good to do this..."