Infinite Possession of Beauty

"Master Ye, good morning."

Early morning, Manhattan, Chinatown.

Wearing a black Tang suit, Ye Wen walked on the street, facing the warm greetings of nearby residents, nodding his head and turning back with an elegant smile on his face.

"Good morning."

Sticking his head out of the medicinal material shop, a middle-aged man in his 50s and 60s asked with a smile.

"Master Ye, came so early today."

"I've been used to it for decades, and I can't change it." Ye Wen stopped and replied to the man, and then opened an old martial arts hall next to the medicinal material shop. After coming down, the original owner seems to be a martial artist, but he teaches karate.

"Decades?"

Hearing Ye Wen's words, the middle-aged man glanced at the Tang suit man in front of him with a somewhat surprised expression: "I think Master Ye is quite young."

"It just looks like." Ye Wen didn't say much about this, but just smiled and went over it vaguely: "Maybe it's because of martial arts training all the year round. It looks younger than it looks."

"Martial arts practice still has this effect."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but half-joking and half-seriously said: "Then I have time, I also want to go to Master Ye to learn some kung fu."

"welcome any time."

After exchanging a few words with the owner of the medicine store next door, Ye Wen came to the martial arts hall.

There is not much space in the martial arts hall. There is a wooden peg on the left side, which he bought from a nearby lumber store two days ago and made it himself. Although as a clone, there is no such thing as sailing against the current. , But in order to maintain its image as a Penglai warrior, one was specially prepared.

One morning passed.

But there was not a single guest in the martial arts hall.

I heard from the residents here that more than ten years ago, due to the kung fu fever, martial arts halls were all over Chinatown. The owner, regardless of whether he knew martial arts or not, could attract a large number of foreigners to pursue his own. The Karate Kid.Regardless, changes have begun in recent years. Fighting skills and boxing have become the mainstream, but Kung Fu is not as loud as it used to be.

Especially the small martial arts museums that opened in Chinatown have been in a difficult situation during this period and ushered in a wave of bankruptcy.

However, as a clone, Ye Wen didn't care too much.

Li Ran arranged a clone in Chinatown, which was not originally for the purpose of opening a martial arts hall to do business.

In the afternoon, in the martial arts hall.

Ye Wenwei pretended to practice the techniques of Wing Chun in front of the wooden stakes.

"Is Master Jin here?"

From outside the door, a voice of inquiry suddenly came.

Stopping Wing Chun in his hand, Ye Wen turned his head to look at the young white man who appeared at the door, and replied: "If you mean the one before the martial arts gym, he has stopped doing it, it is said that he has saved enough money. Going back to my country to do business."

"Shit, I should have found out. That guy didn't teach me anything from the beginning. I actually stupidly believe that he possesses a powerful secret trick. After paying so much money, he still runs away under the nose! "Hearing Ye Wen's answer, the expression on the white man's face could not help but his anger mixed with shock.

It seems that he was deceived by the owner of the martial arts museum here before.

In this regard, Ye Wen was not surprised. It was very suspicious that a Korean opened a karate martial arts gym.

The other party had already ran away, and it would be useless to curse like this. The young white man obviously wanted to understand this, and he couldn't help but stopped his cursing, raised his head and glanced at the situation in the martial arts hall, then he was stood on his side. The wooden stakes attracted the past.

This was something he had never seen before when he came to the martial arts gym.

Half curious and half suspicious, the young white man couldn't help but leaned over, looked at the weird wooden man pile and asked, "What is this?"

"Wooden stakes are specially used for martial arts."

Looking back at the white man's expression, Ye Wen replied faintly.

"Practicing martial arts, relying on this unmoving piece of wood?"

Obviously, the young white man didn't really believe Ye Wen's answer, especially when he had just experienced a Kung Fu fraud: "It seems that you are a liar like the one with the surname Jin."

"Although I regret your previous experience, I am not the same as the one you met." Facing the conflicting reaction of the white man, Ye Wen still maintained his elegant posture, raising his hand and gently resting on the wooden figure. Above the pile: "The wooden man pile is a simulation exercise that combines the three sets of attack, technique, footwork, and legwork of small thoughts, bridge searching, and indexing. It fully reflects the actual combat awareness and Attack method."

"Through practicing the wooden stakes, you can combine all the techniques and footwork of Kung Fu into free combat. As the saying goes: if you have a teacher to find an opponent, you need a teacher; there is no opponent without a teacher, and you can look forward to the mirror and the pile."

While talking, Ye Wen's hands slammed on the wooden stakes quickly, accompanied by a crisp sound, the whole person circled the wooden stakes, showing Wing Chun's skills like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Even if he didn't know the name of the martial arts that Ye Wen performed, the young white man was still attracted by his trashy figure.

This is what I want, the real kung fu!

After changing his eyes, the white man knelt down and shouted at Ye Wen in front of the wooden stake: "Master, I want to learn kung fu with you!"

Snapped--

Stopping the Wing Chun change trick in his hand, Ye Wen looked back at the kneeling white man and said: "Why, now I am not afraid that I will lie to you."

Shaking his head, the young white man said loudly, "I can see that you are different from the guy who lied to me before. You are a real master of Kung Fu."

Watching the white man kneeling in front of him, Li Ran's expression was somewhat silent in the antique shop.

Originally, he had no intention of accepting apprentices in Chinatown.

Even if a martial arts hall was taken down, it was only a move to match Ye Wen's identity.

However, since someone has come to the door to teach a few apprentices, it seems not bad, and it is more in line with Ye Man's setting as a master of kung fu.

Li Ran's thoughts flashed a few times before he made a decision.

In Chinatown, in the martial arts hall, Ye Wen stretched out his hand and gently pulled it to make the white man in front of him stand up, looked at the surprised expression of the other person, and said with a slight smile: "The martial arts hall was originally opened to recruit students. Passing on my Kung Fu, since you want to learn, I will naturally not refuse, but bad things are at the forefront, martial arts training is not as easy as you think."

"I'm not afraid of hard work, Master." Shaking his head, the young white man replied without thinking.

"By the way, Master, what is the name of the skill you just performed."

Raising his hand, making a pose, Ye Wen replied with a light smile.

"Wing Chun."

[Legend of Agents from SHIELD +20]