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February 5, 2015, New Year's Eve, noon.

There are lights and colorful decorations inside and outside the walled city, and the air is filled with the fragrance of various delicacies. Children walk in groups in the streets, jumping and playing, and from time to time they follow the fragrance to a shop and are laughed and scolded by the boss. I sneaked something to eat.

Originally, at this time, the Walled City was supposed to be a gentle and sinful place, where gangsters, gangsters, and thugs sold and smoked everything in a filthy state. Now that Wang Yan is in charge of the walled city, it is natural that there cannot be those rotten things.

Of course, selling them cannot be prohibited, because the people in the walled city are the richest group in Hong Kong Island besides the foreign devils. If people want to do fair transactions, Wang Yan can't be so lenient.

As for the internal unity of the walled city, Wang Yan cannot guarantee it for too long, but there will definitely be no problem within three generations. As for three generations later, he should be gone.

Today, in order to celebrate the great development of the walled city, regardless of the customs of the north and the south, tens of thousands of people in the walled city simply came to have a flowing water feast. For others who came later, Wang Yan did not engage in confrontation and promote the integration of the two sides. When they came, they were the people from the city wall, and the fun was over.

In four or five years, we crossed the sea and came here. For the first time we... Zhou Guangyao's voice came from the loudspeaker, and people everywhere listened quietly to the development and changes in the past five years.

Then Wang Yan said a few more words, and after a moment of encouragement, the flowing water banquet officially began.

Wang Yan took Gong Er and sat together with Gong Baosen, Ma San, Ye Wen, Zhang Yongcheng, Zhou Qingquan and others. As for the children, they couldn't sit still. They didn't know where they were for a long time. They were not hungry anyway, and no one dared to come to the walled city to kidnap the children. Despite the bustle inside, in order to deal with emergencies, there are countless people patrolling outside.

After taking a sip of wine, Gong Baosen said with a smile: These days are getting better and better...

Ma San on the side poured wine for Gong Baosen: Master is right, I didn't dare to think about it during those years in Omen. After speaking, he raised a glass of wine: Wang Yan, I respect you. One cup, you are really capable.

After Ma San finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

Wang Yan drank a cup with a smile and said, Senior Brother Ma is still polite. This is the result of everyone's hard work. How much can I accomplish by myself.

Turning to Zhou Qingquan, he said, Brother Quan, are you okay these past few months? You seem to be a little fat.

Zhou Qingquan smiled sheepishly and said, It's okay, but I'm just not used to being free all of a sudden.

Ye Wen smiled and said: My face is round. Brother Quan, come and practice martial arts with me if you have nothing to do.

Everyone laughed. Zhou Qingquan was indeed quite fat.

Zhou Qingquan suddenly felt free and at a loss as to what to do and was not comfortable with it. I also feel that I am old and a bit indulgent, eating and drinking with my children all day long.

Look at the palace master, he has been retired from the world for so many years, and his life is more comfortable than anyone else. Wang Yan said to Gong Er with a chopstick dish: Retiring doesn't mean that you won't be allowed to do things. You can do whatever you want. To enjoy life, you can’t just eat and drink all day long, your health is important.”

Zhou Qingquan nodded and toasted Gong Baosen. He really admired the old man.

The excitement sometimes dies down, and we continued eating at the running water table until around eight o'clock in the evening. After cleaning up the messy scene, people chatted and laughed and dispersed to go home to celebrate the New Year.

In Wang Yan's house, three dirty little ones stood in a row against the wall, while Gong Er scolded them angrily.

Gong Ji lowered his head and said nothing. Wang Zhilan made his clothes dirty, so he couldn't say anything. The youngest Wang Xing looked at Gong Er with a playful smile.

Wang Zhilan secretly winked at Wang Yan who was reading a book, hoping that her father could save them.

Wang Yan gave him a self-seeking look, and quietly walked into the study under Wang Zhilan's desperate gaze. He didn't want to stay any longer. Gong Er was becoming more and more nagging now, and it was easy for him to get angry.

After a long time, Gong Er came in angrily: You and my father are the ones who got used to it. Look what has become of these three people? Forget about Zhilan, Aji was so sensible when he was a child, but now he can't learn to behave well. ”

Okay, okay, let's calm down. Wang Yan stood up and helped Gong Er sit down, pinched her shoulders and said, Boy, it's better to get out of the way, and you will save yourself from feeling like a boring gourd day by day.

I know, but from now on he will be...

Are you taking over? I know that Aji is only ten years old, so it's still early. Besides, you know his current skills are not weak anymore. Don't push the child too hard. Interrupting Gong Er's words, pay attention Wang Yan went to eavesdrop outside the door and said loudly: If it doesn't work, just take care of Zhilan. She takes care of Aji. Who says women are inferior to men? Let her learn from you, a mother.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of someone covering his mouth outside, as well as the sound of retreating footsteps.

When Gong Er heard the noise, he shook his head and smiled: Zhilan has to fight you tooth and nail. But what you said does make sense. You need to take good care of her. She is so old and she looks crazy all day long.

After looking at the time, Wang Yan said: Yes, it really doesn't look like it. Let's not talk about them anymore. Tomorrow, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, your theater will have to perform a big show, so go to bed early.

Gong Er nodded, went out to see the three children, and came back...

Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, the second year of the palace is thirty-four...

Wang Yan's life is still so peaceful. Except for major events, he doesn't need to talk about other things. In his free time, he had fun with his children, drank tea and chatted with Gong Baosen, Ip Man and others, practiced martial arts, calligraphy, and studied medicine.

After years of stable development, there are more and more people in the walled city, and it is inevitable that it will become a little crowded. Zhou Guangyao started a large-scale development according to Wang Yan's instructions, building buildings in a circle along the wall, and all kinds of supporting facilities were complete. Gradually, people in the walled city moved out, preferring to live in large, clean and bright houses.

As there were fewer and fewer people in the Walled City, the Walled City also began to undergo extensive reconstruction to serve as the center of power in the Walled City. After leaving each other with dignity and strengthening and retaining the outer walls, the interior decoration is simple, elegant, grand, and grand, completely incompatible with the mottled walls outside.

Because everyone in the Walled City has moved out, in order to facilitate management, the City Walled City Management Committee was established by those who first came here, and this committee is located inside the Walled City. There are also the offices of the Chinese Warriors Association and a number of high-level officials in the walled city, all of which are located in the walled city.

Regarding his mission of Zhenwu, on the one hand, he vigorously promoted it in Hong Kong Island, and on the other hand, he sent people to register and set up related companies in other countries, called Fighting, to promote this set of rules and slowly cultivate them For boxers, the ring outside the walled city is the highest. After years of development, the arena in Chengzhai has become bigger and bigger, and many top boxers from Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States come to compete.

There are casualties in fighting, and generally speaking, the winning rate of foreign boxers is lower. As for the most capable players, they are always the players of the Chinese Samurai Association. This is necessary. It is really unjustifiable to let others be beaten to death in the arena in front of your own home.

The time has come in 1954. On this day, the Wing Chun Martial Arts School in Martial Arts Street. Wang Yan was drinking tea with Ye Wen and Zhou Qingquan, who was holding his little granddaughter.

Ye asked: Ayan, I have recently accepted a new disciple who has a very high level of understanding. What do you think?

Then take a look, everything is fine. Wang Yan said nonchalantly.

Nodding, Ye Wen called to the disciples on the side and said, Go and call Zhenfan.

When Wang Yan heard the name, he felt that it sounded very familiar. He frowned and thought hard.

It wasn't until a young man walked up to him respectfully and Wang Yan watched his young face slowly merge with the shadow in his memory that he remembered that Bruce Lee's original name was Li Zhenfan.

There are nearly a hundred martial arts schools in Martial Arts Street. He can worship Ye Wen. This must be his destiny.

Come on, Zhenfan, I've seen him before... please call me Mr. Wang. Ye Wen thought for a while and said to Li Zhenfan.

Li Zhenfan saluted respectfully and said, I have met Mr. Wang. He had been here for a while, and of course he knew about Wang Yan. He had also heard a lot of random gossip and knew that he was a ruthless person.

Well, get up. Your master said you are a good material. How old are you this year? Wang Yan called Li Zhenfan and said.

Li Zhenfan stood up and thanked him: Mr. Xie, I am fourteen this year.

It just so happens that my son is also fourteen, so let's practice. Wang Yan said to the men on the side: Go and find Aji.

Let Li Zhenfan move around, and Wang Yan continued to talk to Ye Wen and Zhou Qingquan.

After a while, Gong Ji ran in with two followers and a group of half-grown children.

Hello, Uncle Yan. Hello, Uncle Wen. Hello, Uncle Quan. Dad, Hello, Uncle Wen, Uncle Quan. Wang Zhilan pounced directly on Wang Yan, while Wang Xing, who had not grabbed it, was holding back.

A group of children came in and called someone politely, then stood there obediently.

Ye Wen and Zhou Qingquan nodded, and Wang Yan said: Okay, you two should be honest. He pulled the two children away, pointed at Li Zhenfan and said to the other children: Spread away, let Aji and him Practice.”

Soon, the children dispersed, leaving the middle space clear.

The martial arts style in the walled city is quite strong. After all, the people who come here are family members who practice martial arts. As long as they reach the age, their elders will teach them martial arts. Even here in Wujie, there is no charge or defense for the children of the Walled City. They can learn at will and practice whatever they like.

This is also Wang Yan's way of compensation for the people who followed him all the way to mountains of blood and death, far away from their hometown. He is quite interesting to these people, and they have many kinds of benefits.

After Gong Ji and Li Zhenfan saw the ceremony, they opened their posture. The little girl in Zhou Qingquan's arms stared blankly with big eyes, reaching out to catch the two of them.

The two stood face to face, waiting for an opportunity to find a flaw. Suddenly, Gong Ji stepped forward and punched him with a punch. Li Zhenfan separated his hands according to the situation, and his right hand became a palm, reaching directly towards the door. Gong Ji took advantage of the situation and walked around behind Li Zhenfan, hitting Li Zhenfan on the waist with a palm. Li Zhenfan calmly twisted his body and brushed his hands, took away the oncoming palm, kicked his calf diagonally to the bone, and after being dodged, he took advantage of the situation and locked his horse with his index finger to seal his throat. Gong Ji waved away the incoming arm and punched him straight at the same time. At this time, Li Zhenfan's fist also followed. Both of them hit each other in the chest, and both took two steps back...

Watching the two of them fight for a while, Wang Yan also saw that Gong Ji was stronger in terms of overall strength. After all, he had been practicing since he was a child and used various expensive medicines to break down his muscles and bones. Li Zhenfan was just behind in this regard. No Gong Ji could. anti. In terms of moves alone, there is not much difference between the two, they are almost the same.

Okay, stop it. Wang Yan interrupted loudly and said to the two people who were breathing heavily: They are all good kids. If you have nothing to do, practice more in the future. Let's break up.

A group of children said goodbye to the three elders politely. Gong Ji dragged Wang Zhilan, Wang Zhilan dragged Wang Xing, and Li Zhenfan, and everyone walked out chatting and laughing.

Seeing the children leaving, Ye Wen happily took a sip of tea and said, How is it, isn't it good?

Zhou Qingquan casually picked up a pastry on the table and stuffed it into his little granddaughter's hand: I can see it even half-heartedly. It's definitely not bad to be able to compete with Gong Ji and not fall behind. He stayed with a group of martial artists all day long. At the same time, how could he not know what was going on with Gong Ji, not to mention that his several children and grandchildren of the right age had also made great efforts to cultivate them.

It is indeed possible. We will focus on training and training in the future. You can report him. Wang Yan confirmed and said. He knew what Ip Man meant, that he wanted to give Li Zhenfan all those secret recipes and so on, so that he could improve while still young.

Ip Man himself also has it, but in the end it is not as good as it has been after more than 20 years of study. After all, those people who combine Chinese and Western medicine are not mediocre. Although it is difficult to reduce the dosage, combining so many prescriptions to improve the effect has long been achieved. Of course, it is also more expensive.

This is also a system that the Chinese Warrior Association continues to inherit and aspire to replenish fresh blood. As long as there are suitable good talents in various sects and martial arts schools, after screening and promotion, they will be vigorously cultivated. This kind of training is not limited to martial arts fighting, but more importantly, the cultivation of ideological and moral character. It has been implemented for several years now. Nothing can be seen in the short term. It will take a generation to verify it.

Having said this, the three of them continued to drink tea and talk nonsense.

In 1955, when the Vietnam War broke out, China and the Soviet Union picked several and won. Wang Yan transported various supplies as usual, and at the same time sent people to quietly go to several other Southeast Asian countries that were unstable due to external factors. When he retreated in the early years, he transported many people there. After years of development, he also had a certain influence in the local area. This time it was a massive expansion, whether it was black or white.

Having developed technologies for several worlds, and this was the earliest, Wang Yan certainly couldn't give up. As early as 1947, when they had just stabilized, they asked Zhou Qingquan to start the operation. After Zhou Guangyao took over, he kept secretly kidnapping, poaching, and investing people. He didn't believe he couldn't defeat them.

On New Year's Eve in 1958, Gong Baosen held Wang Yan and Gong Er's hands tightly and said, My life is worth it. Don't be sad. It's time. I'll leave this road to you. Keep going. Ah. The words fell and passed away suddenly.

The great master Gong Baosen died of illness in the walled city at the age of eighty-eight. In fact, Gong Baosen has lived for more than ten years. With various health care regimens, if he had not been so fierce in fighting when he was young, he would have lived to be a hundred years old. Of course, without those, there would be no Kung Pao Sen today.

Gong Er was so distraught that he knelt in front of the bed and kept mumbling, Everything was fine in the morning.

Wang Yan and his three children comforted him silently. He had seen many separations and deaths over the years. Besides, Gong Baosen lived a long life. Gong Er could figure it out.

With red eyes, Ma San took her children and grandchildren and knelt in front of the bed all night.

Lao Jiang was rubbing the monkey's head in frustration, babbling on without knowing what he was talking about.

After three days of resting, Wang Yan contacted friends in China and returned to China with Gong Er, the children, Ma San and others. Because when Gong Baosen left, he said that he would be buried next to Gong Er’s mother.

Wang Yan stayed with Gong Er for a long time before he almost got used to it. But since then, she has never sung again.

In 1965, under the suggestion of Li Zhenfan, who had won the cha cha dance championship, and with the help of several music masters, the third set of martial arts with music was created. A must practice for Chinese primary and secondary schools in Hong Kong. After so many years, the position of education was finally captured by Wang Yan.

He also participated in the filming of movies in his early years and was very interested in this thing. He already had a certain status in the Chinese Samurai Association, but as fate would have it, he embarked on the road of making movies. But this one was much smoother.

Direct investment in the city supported the whitewashed foreigners, acquired film and television companies in European and American countries, and established theater chains. Various scripts are based on the experiences of the seniors in the walled city, or the rumors they told. In that turbulent era, it is a rare and good story to put together.

In the same year, Gong Ji married Ip Man's daughter. Wang Zhilan married Ma San's youngest son. Wang Xing is engaged to Zhou Qingquan's second daughter.

Gradually, Wang Yan, Ye Wen and other older generations retired and began to take care of themselves, leaving the next generation to take charge.

The Walled City and the Hong Kong government have always been at peace with each other on the surface, but the private contest has never stopped.

After years of development, Kowloon has become the essence of Hong Kong Island. This place is prosperous, clean and safe, and no messy people dare to cause trouble here. The exhibition industry of the Walled City has also spanned many fields, becoming a giant enterprise that controls the economic development of the entire Hong Kong Island.

And the children who came out of the walled city gradually began to infiltrate the Hong Kong government. Although it is impossible to become a high-level person, there are enough people at the grassroots level and they can still influence issues.

Li Zhao, who was highly praised by Wang Yan, was the Chinese leader in the police force. Even foreign devils who were not high enough had to look at his face.

And the ‘Fighting Arena’ is also famous all over the world and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Whether you recognize it or not, participate or not, it is the highest in this field. After all, beating back and forth with fists is really far different from a confrontation that has no limit on time or level, and is prone to death or injury at every turn. If someone else wants to set up a similar arena, without Chinese participation, there will be no one to watch, and he will be punished to death.

In 1970, Zhou Qingquan passed away at the age of eighty.

In 1983, Ip Man died without any illness at the age of ninety. There were not so many hardships in this life, and he had no worries about food and clothing. Ip Man lived for eleven more years, taught more disciples, and discovered more good talents.

In the same year, the fourth set of ‘Physical Strengthening Martial Arts’ became a recess exercise for primary and secondary school students across the country. Countless martial arts schools were established all over the country.

In 1997, Hong Kong Island returned to China, and the first Commissioner of Police was Li Zhao's son. Wang Yan was invited to watch the ceremony, and in the subsequent meeting, Wang Yan talked with the leaders for a long time. And the walled city was inevitably broken up, for no other reason than it was too big.

Also this year, the 81-year-old Gong Er said she missed home, and Wang Yan took Gong Er back to live in Fengtian.

Since Gong Baosen passed away, Wang Yan has been by Gong Er's side, taking care of her children and grandchildren with her. Gradually, the grandchildren grew up, and the two of them stopped caring about the children. Accompanying me every day, I walk slowly on the streets of Hong Kong Island and see the prosperity that I could never imagine before.

Since being beaten in Fengtian, Gong Er's health has been getting worse day by day. Wang Yan felt sad, but he forced a smile so as not to be discovered, and coaxed Gong Er as much as possible. Every day I take Gong Er up and down the streets of Fengtian, listening to Gong Er tell stories about her childhood.

In 2000, on a snowy winter day, accompanied by plum blossoms in the courtyard, Gong Er passed away at the age of eighty-four. When he left, he pulled Wang Yan and said hoarsely with his last strength: I love you. This is what Gong Er has been holding back his whole life and has never said out loud.

That day, Wang Yan burst into tears and couldn't say a word. Gong Er is the woman he has been with his whole life, the woman he has cared for his whole life. Just go, just go.

The children cried and took care of the funeral arrangements. On the day of the burial, the same heavy snow filled the sky.

Gong Er was buried next to Gong Baosen and her mother. Just like when she was a child, she was playing and her parents were laughing at her.

Since then, Wang Yan would stumble to her grave every day and chat with her.

Wang Yan has no friends for a long time. The brothers who were his subordinates and the comrades with whom he could talk were long gone.

He is old and has no strength left. The injuries I suffered in my early years always hurt, and I would always wake up from my dreams at night, and then I would toss and turn, unable to sleep.

In front of Gong Er's grave, what Wang Yan said most was When will I die?

The children were doing well and no longer needed his guidance. Chinese martial arts has long been the best in the world, and the arena outside the walled city is covered with the bones and blood of doubters. As for the martial arts in China, it is true that everyone knows Kung Fu. Due to institutional problems, the crime rate was originally low. With the nationwide practice of martial arts, after a generation, very few people came out to be beaten without incident.

Movies about Chinese martial arts, as long as the quality is adequate, will basically make a small profit, which is a guarantee of box office.

Wang Yan's skin has long been covered with age spots, his hair is thin and sparse, his eyes are blurred, and his ears are useless. After walking for a while, he always has to slow down for two minutes.

Finally, in the winter of 2003, amid heavy snowfall, Wang Yan received a long-lost message from the system, reminding him to return in twelve hours.

Without help, Wang Yan walked tremblingly to the tomb of Gong Er. After driving away the person who was taking care of him, he started talking to Gong Er nonchalantly, counting every bit of his life in detail. He talked like this for a long, long time...

At some point, a dazzling blue light flashed...

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