Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

In the courtyard, Chen Hongwu and Ip Man turned their heads at the same time and saw a young man squatting on the roof tiles, looking down at Chen Hongwu with sharp eyes.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The young man fell headfirst, rolled twice on the roof tiles, and the tiles shattered and fell down in a rustling sound.

He tumbled off the roof and crashed heavily to the ground, his shoulder covered in bright red blood.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the courtyard gate, and Liu Kun rushed in with his men, carrying a long spear that was still emitting blue smoke: "Young Master, are you alright?"

Chen Hongwu waved his hand: "It's nothing."

Liu Kun waved his hand, and two guards stepped forward to restrain the young man. They quickly searched him and found a dagger and a small packet of lime powder.

Liu Kun stared at the person on the ground and sneered, "I've been watching you for a long time. You've got some nerve! The young master just established his authority last night, and you dared to sneak in!"

Since last night, the Chen family has been on high alert.

Although Liu Kun's injuries had not fully healed, his marksmanship was still sharp. He had noticed the young man when he climbed over the outer wall of the Chen family's house and followed him all the way to the roof of the backyard.

I wanted to see what he was up to, but I didn't expect him to come straight to Chen Hongwu's courtyard.

The young man lay on the ground, blood still seeping from the gunshot wound in his shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and struggled twice: "Let me go!"

He raised his head and roared at Chen Hongwu, "You, Chen! If you've got the guts, tell someone to let me go! Let's fight one-on-one!"

Ip Man frowned and turned to look at Chen Hongwu: "Have you offended him?"

Chen Hongwu shook his head: "I don't know him."

"When you're in the martial world, you're not in control of your own destiny." He glanced at the young man. "Perhaps some relatives or friends died at my hands, and he's come looking for revenge."

Ip Man crouched down and looked at the young man: "What grudge do you have against Chen Hongwu?"

The young man practically screamed, "He killed my father!"

Chen Hongwu's expression changed slightly: "Your father is Liang Fangwu?"

The young man gritted his teeth and did not deny it.

Judging from his eyebrows and eyes, he does indeed resemble Liang Fangwu somewhat, especially his eyes, which are just as sharp as Liang Fangwu's.

"I don't change my name, I'm Liang Chengwu!" the young man panted. "Liang Fangwu is my father!"

Ip Man suddenly realized.

He had heard about Liang Fangwu's disciples and old friends coming to Foshan to seek revenge, but he never expected that the first to lose his temper would be Liang Fangwu's son.

Liu Kun glanced at Chen Hongwu, then made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand: "Young Master, would you like to...?"

"Just hand him over to the police station. They even sent someone over this morning to warn the Chen family. Give them some face."

Chen Hongwu lightly kicked Liang Chengwu in the back near his heart.

Liu Kun was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded and did as instructed.

Ip Man teased, "Brother Chen, why don't you go to Guangxi and wipe him out completely? There are many similar stories in the martial arts world. When you get old and can't fight anymore, his sons and grandsons will become skilled in martial arts and come to seek revenge, and your lifelong reputation will be reduced to ashes."

"If that day ever comes, then death is death." Chen Hongwu's voice was calm. "As a boxer, to die by the fist is a worthy death."

Ip Man was silent for a moment, then looked at him deeply: "Brother Chen is so pure and sincere, no wonder he has been able to hone his martial arts to such a high level at such a young age."

Chen Hongwu did not respond.

Among all the disciples Liang Fangwu taught throughout his life, the most outstanding was his third son, Liang Tiejun.

Liang Tiejun is skilled in Bengquan (a type of fist technique) and is the seventh child in his family, earning him the nickname "Bengqi" (Seventh Bengquan) in the martial arts world. He was personally taught by Liang Fangwu.

Without Liang Fangwu's guidance, it will be difficult for Liang Tiejun to achieve further success in the future.

As for Liang Chengwu in front of us, he is impulsive and dares to seek revenge on Chen Hongwu before he has mastered his kung fu. He is actually the easiest one to deal with.

They are all just peddlers who sell their wares at the top; they are nothing to fear.

Shortly after, the police arrived.

The head of the security team was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a gray-blue police uniform with the collar buttoned up meticulously.

He walked steadily to Chen Hongwu and extended his hand: "Mr. Chen, I've heard so much about you. I am Zhou Xianyang, the captain of the Public Security Brigade."

Chen Hongwu reached out and shook hands with him.

The moment their hands touched, Chen Hongwu suddenly felt something. The other person's palm was firmly pressed against his wrist, and his forearm twisted inward, a coiling force wrapped around his wrist bone, gently twisting it towards his body.

To an outsider, it was just a slight inward tilt during a handshake, and didn't seem abrupt at all.

But Chen Hongwu could feel Zhou Xianyang's fingers tightening, the force just right, locking the meridians on the inside of his forearm. That coiling force was like a tightly twisted rope, wrapping around him layer by layer, trying to lock his wrist joint shut.

Hung Kuen, with its silk-reeling energy.

Chen Hongwu's expression remained unchanged. He slightly spread his five fingers, his palm facing inward, and released and released his inner force, which jumped out from the outside of his wrist bone, like a needle piercing into the gap of the opponent's silk-reeling force.

The tight grip loosened slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, he slipped out of the other's hand. The movement was natural and fluid, as if he were withdrawing his hand after a handshake.

Zhou Xianyang's eyes narrowed slightly, then returned to normal.

He withdrew his hand and smiled at Chen Hongwu: "Mr. Chen, you truly live up to your reputation."

Chen Hongwu looked at him and said, "Captain Zhou, you have excellent skills."

"You flatter me. I wouldn't dare talk about kung fu in front of Mr. Chen." Zhou Xianyang's tone was casual, as if nothing had happened. "I received a report that someone had broken into a private residence, so I came to take the person back for questioning. Now that the person has been caught, I won't bother you any longer."

He turned to look at Liang Chengwu, then at Liu Kun: "I've taken the person away. I'll handle it according to the rules."

Liu Kun looked at Chen Hongwu, who nodded slightly.

Zhou Xianyang waved his hand, and two policemen grabbed Liang Chengwu and dragged him out of the yard.

Liang Chengwu was still struggling as he passed by Chen Hongwu, cursing and shouting "You wait!" but no one paid him any attention.

Zhou Xianyang paused at the courtyard gate, then turned to look at Chen Hongwu: "Mr. Chen, Foshan is not like Sanhai County. There are more rules and more people here. You can come to the police station for a chat and a cup of tea sometime."

After saying that, he strode out.

"Interesting," Chen Hongwu turned to look at the local Ip Man, "What's this Zhou Xianyang's background?"