Chapter 39

"Here it is!" The rickshaw driver, incentivized by triple the usual fare, performed his duty with great dedication, pulling Jiang Chen all the way to the staff building of the Kowloon Hotel.

This was a typical old district of Hong Kong, with the narrow entrance to the staff building plastered with various posters, one of which advertised Wing Chun, complete with illustrations of its techniques, almost identical to the one Jiang Chen had previously torn down.

At that moment, footsteps sounded from behind. Jiang Chen instinctively turned his head and saw a young man wearing a baseball cap and carrying a bag over one shoulder walking up from behind. He was holding a flyer as well. Seeing Jiang Chen with a similar flyer, he asked indifferently, "Hey, kid, are you here to learn martial arts?"

"Yes," Jiang Chen replied with a smile. "Are you here to learn too?"

"Let's see first. At the very least, the person teaching must be qualified to be my master, Huang Liang!" The young man smirked. "Kid, what's your name?"

"Jiang Chen." He responded calmly, adding with a teasing smile, "Then it's up to you, Brother Huang."

"Don't worry." Huang Liang nodded proudly, as if he were some great master.

The two then went up to the rooftop together. The rooftop was very spacious, making it an ideal place for martial arts training, which was why Yip Man's friend had recommended it to him. Unfortunately, due to Wing Chun's lack of reputation in Hong Kong at the time, Yip Man had not managed to recruit any disciples for over a month, despite the excellent venue.

This was originally a residential building with many residents. One of the neighbors, Auntie Wu, who worked as a tablecloth cleaner at the Kowloon Hotel, saw the spaciousness and asked Yip Man to use the rooftop for drying clothes. Yip Man, being a good neighbor, could not refuse, and soon the once-empty rooftop became a laundry area.

When Jiang Chen and Huang Liang arrived, they saw a rather plump auntie sitting leisurely on the rooftop, with clothes and tablecloths hanging all around.

Looking around, they saw no one else on the rooftop. Huang Liang immediately asked the auntie suspiciously, "Hey, are you the one teaching Wing Chun?"

The auntie gave them a half-smile, then turned her head and shouted loudly towards the clothesline, "Master Yip, someone has come to learn martial arts!"

Hearing the call, a middle-aged man hurriedly emerged from behind the clothesline, his face showing a mix of surprise and joy. Before he even reached them, his voice carried over, "Are you here to learn martial arts?"

His tone was gentle but tinged with urgency. After all, he had been running the school for over a month without a single disciple, and his family was already in dire straits, struggling to pay for his child's tuition and rent. This made Yip Man, who had planned to make a living by teaching martial arts, quite anxious.

"Let's see. I don't even know what Wing Chun is," Huang Liang said disappointedly, his expression lacking any politeness.

Yip Man, unperturbed, said as he walked over, "Let me introduce it to you. Wing Chun is a close-range combat style from the south..."

"Enough!" Huang Liang waved his hand impatiently. "You don't need to tell me all that. Let's fight. If I lose, I'll pay the tuition."

Yip Man smiled and replied, "Alright, you two can come at me together." However, his words were tinged with a hint of bitterness and self-mockery. Both he and his wife, Zhang Yongcheng, came from wealthy families. If not for the war and the decline of their family, he would never have agreed to such a request. But now, driven by necessity, he had no choice.

As the saying goes, even a hero can be brought down by a lack of money. Everyone has their moments of hardship, and even a Wing Chun master is no exception. Jiang Chen understood this better than Yip Man and could empathize with his complex feelings.

"Master Yip, please don't misunderstand. I am Jiang Chen, and I am here to learn martial arts sincerely, with no intention of provoking you." As he spoke, Jiang Chen took a few steps back to show that he and Huang Liang were not a team.

Yip Man nodded slightly,收回目光，看向黄梁，缓缓摆出一个二字马的起手式，口中泰然吐声：“咏春，叶问！”

看到叶问的架势，黄梁心中越发轻视，当下将背包往一旁的箱子上一放，随即扭了扭脖子，摆出了一个拳击的姿势，身体还轻轻晃动，随时准备出击。虽然，他这姿势摆得不错，但是无论是叶问，还是江晨，都能够轻而易举地看出来，这小子脚步虚浮，下盘不稳，晃动连一点章法都没有，整个一花架子！

原地晃了晃身子，黄梁试探性地发动了一次试探性的攻击，却发现叶问沉稳依旧，连动一下的意思都没有，他心下一恼，虚晃一步，一个假动作之后，一记右勾拳当即便朝着叶问的头部打来！

江晨一眼看去，只觉黄梁的动作满满都是破绽，换做是他，只要一个照面，就足以叫他躺倒在地上，叶问自然也不例外，但他没有伤人之意，当下抬手格挡，间不容发地架住了黄梁的右勾拳。

眼见自己的攻势被阻，黄梁开始加快速度，疯狂地挥拳，接连不断地进攻，势要将叶问击倒。只可惜，他的进攻虽然凶猛，但不成章法，吓唬吓唬普通人倒还可以，对于叶问这样的内家拳高手，却没什么用，全都被叶问轻而易举地架开，从头到尾，都是一副风轻云淡的模样。

久攻不下，黄梁心里又气又急，当下灵机一动，连忙卖了个破绽，双拳一缓，瞬间就被叶问一个肘击打在了脖子上，但他也在这个时候，乘机击出右手，猛然向着叶问的肋下打去！

肋下，人身体上的一个比较柔弱的重要部位，因为里面便是一个人的内腑所在，若是这个部位被重拳击中，轻者呼吸困难，重者将直接倒地不起，甚至丧失意识。

叶问何许人也，当下嘴角勾勒出一丝微笑，架在黄梁脖子上的肘和左手同时用力，黄梁满怀希望的一击，还没等他碰到叶问的身体，整个人就被一股大力推了出去，脚下顿时“蹬蹬蹬”地往后退了好几步才重新站稳。

“怎么样？！”叶问并未追击，而是淡淡然地开口问道，言语之间，脸上带着真诚的笑意。

不过，可惜了叶问的一身宗师气度，早知剧情发展的江晨，心里自然清楚，黄梁不会这般简单就服气认输的。

果然，就在此时，只见黄梁晃了晃身体，当即便是梗着脖子粗声应道：“什么怎么样，你又没赢我！”说话间，他竟再度攻了上来。

叶问眉头一皱，当下再次出手，只是这一次，他出手时不再像之前那般留手，摊手、膀扶手、双铲手、双膀手……一连串的动作如行云流水般，将一套咏春拳路打完，所有的攻击尽数落在黄梁的身上，打得黄梁节节败退，直到叶问停手，脑袋还晃晃悠悠的，连自己是否还站着都不知道。

“嗯，好快的出拳速度，力量更是控制得精准非常，叶问，一代咏春拳宗师，果然名不虚传。”一旁，江晨看在眼中，心中不由得赞叹出声，只是，也更清楚，对待黄梁这样的人，光想着手下留情、以德服人是没用的，如果不下重手将他打得满地找牙，他是绝对不会轻易服输的。

收拳停手过后，叶问当即好整以暇地看着黄梁，微笑着出声问道：“怎么样？现在服输了吧！”

却见黄梁再次嚷嚷着出声叫道：“服什么输？我都不知道你在干什么！”说话间，再次向着叶问猛扑过来。

事实证明，就算是老好人被惹毛了也会发火，叶问的个人修养很高，外在的表现就是脾气好，但是，面对黄梁的不断挑衅，他也是不耐烦了，当下猛地一拳中宫直进，直接打在了黄梁的鼻子上，打得黄梁鼻血直流。

“现在知道了？”叶问淡然一笑，不知笑的是对方，还是自己。

眼见黄梁恼怒之下再次冲上前来，江晨不由得暗暗摇头，此时此刻，明眼人都能看得出来，叶问的功夫远高于黄梁，打他就像大人欺负小孩一样，想怎么玩就怎么玩。果然，不多时，黄梁就被叶问摁倒在了地上。

“叶师傅，没想到你这么厉害，好功夫！”一旁，那大婶连忙出声道：“小伙子，还不快拜师傅！”

“哼！”黄梁的性子，是心服嘴不服，被叶问教训了一顿，他一时拉不下面子，当即抹去嘴角鲜血，背起包就走。

“哎，小伙子，你怎么走了。”那大婶连声叫唤，但黄梁依旧头也不回地去了，让她不禁有些失望：“还好，还剩一个，小伙子，你也是来拜师傅的吧。”

江晨二话不说，当即上前拜倒，口中道：“弟子江晨，拜见师傅！”

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"Here it is!" The rickshaw driver, incentivized by triple the usual fare, performed his duty with great dedication, pulling Jiang Chen all the way to the staff building of the Kowloon Hotel.

This was a typical old district of Hong Kong, with the narrow entrance to the staff building plastered with various posters, one of which advertised Wing Chun, complete with illustrations of its techniques, almost identical to the one Jiang Chen had previously torn down.

At that moment, footsteps sounded from behind. Jiang Chen instinctively turned his head and saw a young man wearing a baseball cap and carrying a bag over one shoulder walking up from behind. He was holding a flyer as well. Seeing Jiang Chen with a similar flyer, he asked indifferently, "Hey, kid, are you here to learn martial arts?"

"Yes," Jiang Chen replied with a smile. "Are you here to learn too?"

"Let's see first. At the very least, the person teaching must be qualified to be my master, Huang Liang!" The young man smirked. "Kid, what's your name?"

"Jiang Chen." He responded calmly, adding with a teasing smile, "Then it's up to you, Brother Huang."

"Don't worry." Huang Liang nodded proudly, as if he were some great master.

The two then went up to the rooftop together. The rooftop was very spacious, making it an ideal place for martial arts training, which was why Yip Man's friend had recommended it to him. Unfortunately, due to Wing Chun's lack of reputation in Hong Kong at the time, Yip Man had not managed to recruit any disciples for over a month, despite the excellent venue.

This was originally a residential building with many residents. One of the neighbors, Auntie Wu, who worked as a tablecloth cleaner at the Kowloon Hotel, saw the spaciousness and asked Yip Man to use the rooftop for drying clothes. Yip Man, being a good neighbor, could not refuse, and soon the once-empty rooftop became a laundry area.

When Jiang Chen and Huang Liang arrived, they saw a rather plump auntie sitting leisurely on the rooftop, with clothes and tablecloths hanging all around.

Looking around, they saw no one else on the rooftop. Huang Liang immediately asked the auntie suspiciously, "Hey, are you the one teaching Wing Chun?"

The auntie gave them a half-smile, then turned her head and shouted loudly towards the clothesline, "Master Yip, someone has come to learn martial arts!"

Hearing the call, a middle-aged man hurriedly emerged from behind the clothesline, his face showing a mix of surprise and joy. Before he even reached them, his voice carried over, "Are you here to learn martial arts?"

His tone was gentle but tinged with urgency. After all, he had been running the school for over a month without a single disciple, and his family was already in dire straits, struggling to pay for his child's tuition and rent. This made Yip Man, who had planned to make a living by teaching martial arts, quite anxious.

"Let's see. I don't even know what Wing Chun is," Huang Liang said disappointedly, his expression lacking any politeness.

Yip Man, unperturbed, said as he walked over, "Let me introduce it to you. Wing Chun is a close-range combat style from the south..."

"Enough!" Huang Liang waved his hand impatiently. "You don't need to tell me all that. Let's fight. If I lose, I'll pay the tuition."

Yip Man smiled and replied, "Alright, you two can come at me together." However, his words were tinged with a hint of bitterness and self-mockery. Both he and his wife, Zhang Yongcheng, came from wealthy families. If not for the war and the decline of their family, he would never have agreed to such a request. But now, driven by necessity, he had no choice.

As the saying goes, even a hero can be brought down by a lack of money. Everyone has their moments of hardship, and even a Wing Chun master is no exception. Jiang Chen understood this better than Yip Man and could empathize with his complex feelings.

"Master Yip, please don't misunderstand. I am Jiang Chen, and I am here to learn martial arts sincerely, with no intention of provoking you." As he spoke, Jiang Chen took a few steps back to show that he and Huang Liang were not a team.

Yip Man nodded slightly,收回目光，看向黄梁，缓缓摆出一个二字马的起手式，口中泰然吐声：“咏春，叶问！”

Seeing Yip Man's stance, Huang Liang became even more dismissive. He placed his bag on a nearby box, twisted his neck, and assumed a boxing stance, his body lightly swaying, ready to attack. Although his stance looked good, both Yip Man and Jiang Chen could easily see that his feet were unstable, his lower body weak, and his movements lacked any real form—just a showy facade!

He swayed in place, then launched a probing attack, but found Yip Man as steady as ever, not even flinching. Annoyed, Huang Liang feinted and then threw a right hook at Yip Man's head!

Jiang Chen saw that Huang Liang's movements were full of flaws. If it were him, he could have taken Huang Liang down in one move. Yip Man, of course, was no different. He had no intention of hurting him, so he raised his hand and deflected Huang Liang's right hook at the last moment.

Seeing his attack blocked, Huang Liang began to speed up, throwing punches wildly in a continuous assault, determined to knock Yip Man down. Unfortunately, his attacks, though fierce, lacked form and were ineffective against a master like Yip Man, who deflected them all with ease, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor throughout.

After a prolonged attack, Huang Liang grew both angry and desperate. He cleverly feinted, slowing his punches, and was immediately struck by Yip Man's elbow to the neck. Seizing the opportunity, Huang Liang then aimed a punch at Yip Man's ribs!

The ribs are a vulnerable and important part of the body, as they protect the internal organs. A heavy blow to this area can cause breathing difficulties, knock a person down, or even render them unconscious.

Yip Man, a master, smiled and applied force with his elbow and left hand on Huang Liang's neck. Before Huang Liang could even touch Yip Man, he was pushed back by a powerful force, stumbling several steps before regaining his