There are two doors to the warehouse at the back, and I followed Ba Ye to go out through the back door. This is a parking garage, and there are many cars, big and small, in it, but they all look old. What amazes me is that some repairmen don't seem to be doing repair work...
They are literally dismantling! Dismember the parts of the car.
When we passed through this garage, Ba Ye didn't stop, but kept walking in front, and the maintenance workers next to him just stood up and silently bowed to Ba Ye, looking very respectful.
Walking out of the garage, there is a courtyard. There is a spiral staircase here. Ba Ye led me down, and pushed open a door with some peeling paint.
I heard this sound very familiar. There were shouts, exhalations, footsteps, and the sound of fists intersecting. As soon as I walked in, I almost thought I had entered a gym.
There are some simple fitness equipment on both sides. Although they are relatively simple, they have all the necessary ones. There are also some strong men who look at the mountain and are exercising with barbells. There are some mats on the ground in the middle, which are put together In a relatively large venue, some people are fighting and practicing boxing in pairs. They all wear gloves... not the kind of big gloves used in boxing competitions, but the kind of small ones. The kind with half a finger. Of course, they all wore hoods.
Looking at the surprised expression on my face, Ba Ye showed a slightly satisfied smile.
The door behind him closed silently.
Most of the people who are practicing are in their thirties. The oldest one seems to have five cards, and the youngest one is at least a little older than me.
"How is it?" Ba Ye asked me with a smile.
I didn't understand what he meant, so I said vaguely, "Yes."
"I'm asking you, how is this place?"
I nodded: "Very good."
My eyes swept over those people who were practicing sparring. These people's skills and movements are quite agile, and they have real kung fu in their fists and feet. They don't seem to be putting on airs. What moved my heart was that almost a small half of them, judging from their actions, had a slight trace of coming out of the army.
Scanning around, I'm sure these guys are pretty good...but only good. Not to mention any real masters. At least like Kim Heon, there isn't one.
Finally my gaze landed on the side corner. A man, in a short suit, with a bare upper body, just wearing a pair of shorts, with gloves on, and barefoot, is holding a sandbag and punching.
The sandbag was hanging upside down, and it was banged by him. It can be seen that this man's movements are very fast and his strength is not bad. He obviously has quite a lot of fighting skills. He uses all his fists, elbows, knees, and legs skillfully. On the sandbag, there was a dense bang bang bang bang sound...
Finally, after a side kick, he took a breath, then let out a deep drink, and punched out with a backhand. The web swayed endlessly.
Ba Ye noticed that I was looking at the young man, and said with a smile, "That's the most skilled young man here. What do you think?"
I nodded and said calmly, "Very good."
"It's really good." Ba Ye suddenly sighed, he touched his nose with the palm of his hand with only three fingers left, and sighed: "It's a pity, our generation is getting old, and among the young people today, there are too many who are willing to endure hardships." Less, I have seen a lot of young people who think they are very powerful, most of them are ostentatious. Real kung fu is practiced by beating and beating, and today's young people are not willing to suffer!" He pointed to the one who practiced with a sandbag The young man: "He is not bad, alas... But compared to those old oily guys we used to be, he is still worse..."
I didn't speak.
After all, I just came here and I'm not familiar with Ba Ye, so I can't take rashly what he said when he sighed. Just stood aside in a little embarrassment and listened to him.
Ba Ye closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and looked at me, and said slowly: "Chen Yang, I understand what you just said to me. But if you want to go this way, you can't do it just by making up your mind Yes! I don’t have any skills in this job, I can’t eat it! Although you were introduced by the fat man, I must at least know what skills you have. If you don’t have skills, you can only do small business on the road. , but I will not break the rules because of favors! Do you understand?"
"Understood." I nodded: "It's fair... I like fairness."
"Okay, then I won't explain much." Ba Ye looked me up and down: "Lao Qi said just now that you are good at skills, and you also said that you used a knife to kill people in China, and you killed more than a dozen people." His There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was a bit mocking: "I didn't see what you said with my own eyes. Believe it or not, I can't say. It's not that I haven't seen a person who chopped down more than a dozen, but it's been many years It’s been a while. Most of the young people nowadays are hard-spoken and soft-handed. Besides... this is not China. North America’s firearms management is very loose, and China is two worlds! Even if you can really cut a dozen, here You can’t eat it. If someone is holding an AK47, even if you are the real Bruce Lee, it’s useless.”
"I don't know how to use a gun, and I haven't touched it in China." I said lightly: "But I think my skills are still good. I have practiced martial arts for ten years."
"Everyone here has practiced before." Ba Ye said indifferently, he suddenly smiled, and pointed at the young man holding the sandbag: "How do you think his skill is better than yours?"
I hesitate.
It's still the same problem. After all, I'm just here, so I don't want to be too arrogant. After thinking about it, I slowly said: "I... I practice differently from him."
Ba Ye smiled, and there was some deep meaning in his smile. But I could see that the smile didn't mean to blame me, but rather interested.
Then he suddenly raised his hands and clapped them three times.
Immediately, the people around stopped their movements and quickly gathered towards us.
From this point of view, I value this place again! At least Baye and I have been standing here for a while since we came in just now, and these people are all concentrating on training, no one is distracted by looking at us, and now Baye has given an order to gather here .
This at least makes them appear to be very disciplined and not a bunch of rabble.
"Luo, come here." Eighth Master said to the young man who was hitting with a sandbag just now.
This is a very tall guy. He should be a little older than me, but not much older. He is handsome in appearance, his skin is a little white, but his body is very muscular.
He stood in front of these people, looking at people with indifferent eyes, only when he was facing Ba Ye, his expression was softer.
"Give him your gloves." Ba Ye pointed at me.
The young man glanced at me, silently took off his gloves without saying a word. Ba Ye took it and handed it to me, with a smile on his face: "Okay, you said that you practiced differently from them, let me see how you practice."
I was stared at by so many people, and my face was a little unnatural, but I quickly took the gloves, put down my bag, and took off my coat.
I slowly walked towards the sandbag, and the people on both sides immediately gave way to me consciously.
I felt those guys behind me staring at me. These eyes are not friendly, and there is even a hint of hostility in them.
What Ba Ye said on purpose just now made my position a little awkward.
In an instant, I made up my mind.
This is not domestic, here is to speak by strength! Now is not the time for me to be humble... Besides, I just came here, if I don't show a little toughness now, I'm afraid I will be looked down upon in the future!
I thought about it, and I didn't know what kind of psychology I was in. I turned my head and smiled at Ba Ye, and then threw it lightly. I didn't put on the gloves, but threw it aside.
When Master taught me martial arts back then, he hesitated for a long time before passing on the "heavy hand" move to me. The so-called heavy hand is also a killer move! The lethality is very strong, but the shot is naturally heavy.
I never knew how much of Master's kung fu I had learned, but I knew I was still far behind. Once I remembered that Master told me that because he thought I was too hot-tempered, young and impatient, so many killer moves in his kung fu were not going to be passed on to me. Because I'm afraid that if I learn it, if I fight with others, I can't help but make a heavy hand, and I will cause trouble! Once those ultimate moves are executed, if they are done for real, they will either die or be injured!
So in the end, Master only taught me a heavy move. This heavy move was uploaded to me by Master for the sake of years of hard training. And he also felt that as his little apprentice, if I didn't even pass on some tricks to me, it would be a little sorry for me.
In fact, I know that the move master taught me is relatively "soft", and my senior brothers really learned some very powerful killing moves!
Under the gaze of everyone, I walked up to the sandbag, and slowly hugged the shaking sandbag, so that it would not move anymore.
Then I took a step back, opened my legs slightly, lowered my waist, moved my waist slightly, and then exhaled and raised my voice!
drink! !
I stopped drinking all over, twisted my waist and punched out, the boxing skills have been practiced to a high level, and the punches are not all the strength of the arms, but the strength of the waist and legs, and the strength of the whole body is sent out with a punch!
This is a heavy-handed killer move in the martial arts taught by my master! I heard bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the sandbag was suddenly shaken by it under the slight murmurs of the crowd!
The strength of my punch is not insignificant, but the sandbag was not shaken too much! Not even a third of what the young man hit just now. But I punched out, and immediately retracted my body, and slowly took a step back from where I was...
And under everyone's watchful eyes, the thick layer of leather on the outside of the sandbag was completely beaten by my fist! A big hole broke out! The sand and gravel inside flowed out, and flowed all over the ground in a short while!