Chapter 894

The next day, outside the museum in Kyoto.

Wang Yong is accompanied by a woman with an ordinary face. They are sitting in the coffee shop opposite the Taoist temple, quietly observing the daily life of the Taoist temple.

At this time, it was 10 o'clock in the morning. People came to study one after another, and the Taoist museum would lead them in.

There are also tourists who come in admiration. Even if they just stay at the gate of the Taoist temple, they can receive a glass of soda water from the disciples of the Taoist temple.

"In terms of interactive etiquette, the Oriental people have really been meticulous." Wang Yong sighed.

After changing face, the Luocha girl nodded, but she didn't agree: "the Oriental people are meticulous, but they are also meticulous to the point of almost morbid. They are proud of their etiquette, but they have never had real respect for an industry. "

"Oh? What industry? " Wang Yong was greatly interested.

"The lowest level of service staff. When I first arrived in Toyo, I used to work in a food store. I nodded and bent every day to do my best in etiquette, but I hardly received the smile of sincere thanks from the guests. They are like puppets. They take things mechanically and then turn around and walk away. Once, a little girl in the store was repeatedly complained by the customer for three times just because she forgot to tear off the price tag on the food box handed to the customer. In the end, the little girl and the store manager came to the door to apologize in person with a hand salute. Etiquette is originally used to promote friendly exchanges between human beings. If it is so harsh as to be nitpicking, is it still called etiquette? " Luocha female said.

Wang Yong thought deeply and said, "sure. In Zhou Dynasty, the ritual was originally "Jing", and the Analects of Confucius also said that harmony is the most important thing in the use of ritual. Etiquette really shouldn't be a shackle on the back. It needs flexibility to be on the way. "

Luocha girl blinked her eyes, although she didn't understand what Wang Yong said. But the moment Wang Yong thought seriously just now, the kind of humanistic brilliance shining on her body suddenly moved her heart.

That kind of feeling is something that most women in Luocha have never experienced. For a moment, she was a little flustered. She turned her head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.

"Well, there seems to be trouble in the museum? Is there anyone else who thinks the same thing as you Luo Cha female surprised way.

As soon as Wang Yong saw it, he saw a figure flickering at the gate of trickle channel hall. Seven or eight disciples of trickle channel hall stood ready and surrounded a burly man in the middle.

"Go and see!" Wang Yong can't help but come to interest, greeting Luocha female way.

They got up and went to the opposite hall.

As soon as I got closer, I heard a lot of noise inside.

A disciple of Youdao hall was yelling at the burly man: "yinglang, you've come to provoke me many times. A few days ago, my elder martial brother beat me. Isn't that you?"

"This name seems to be from Ryukyu?" After hearing the word "yinglang", Wang Yong said softly.

It is estimated that the only people who still retain the Han surname in the East are the Chinese people from Ryukyu, whose ancestral home is Fujian Province.

In Chinese historical materials, it is called "thirty-six surnames of Min people", which is the general name of thirty-six surnames of Min people who moved to Ryukyu in Ming Dynasty. According to historical records, in the 25th year of Hongwu, Taizu gave the Zhougong of central Fujian 36 surnames and moved them to Ryukyu Island to facilitate the exchange of tribute envoys.

The thirty-six surnames of Min people are not ordinary immigrants, but mostly navigators, scholars or other people with special skills. Under the imperial edict of emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, they were responsible for navigation, shipbuilding, compilation of diplomatic documents, translation, trade with China and other affairs in Ryukyu. They had a very high status in Ryukyu, probably similar to today's foreign aid experts in China.

Their residence in Ryukyu is called Tangying, and their lifestyle is the same as that in China. There are two temples in the village, a Confucius Temple and a Guanyu temple. Confucius Temple has a very high standard. The statue of Confucius holds the book of changes, the book of songs, the spring and Autumn Annals, and is worshipped day and night. It can be seen that Chinese culture had a great influence on Ryukyu at that time.

And the burly young man named yinglang should be the descendant of the "Ying" surname in the original thirty-six surnames.

"Well! Chuanyue Yifu tampered with our yingmen tang hand and even changed it to trickle karate. As the last descendant of the yingmen tangshou, I have to correct the name of my ancestors! Cut the crap. Who will accept my challenge today? " Yinglang urn sound urn airway.

Around one of yinglang's main road disciples, they look at each other, and then push out a person.

"I'll do it!"

The man looked at yinglang with disdain. This guy came to Daoguan for trouble several times. Last month, he was beaten by the elder master. He thought he was honest. But after a few days, it came again.

Beat him to the point where he can't come again today!

Thinking, there was a fierce light in the eyes of the disciples, but they were ready to lay a heavy hand.

"Well, just you! Look at the move

Yinglang didn't have the courtesy of most of the Asians at all. He rushed up without saying a word.

His big body was like a big bear, and his fist was roaring. He hit the disciples in front of him.

"This guy, his martial arts are very common! I thought I was a master! " Luo Cha female complexion surprised, a little disappointed way.

Yinglang's physical fitness is good, but his understanding of martial arts is a little superficial. Most of them are still in the stage of hitting people with fierce force, and they will not be flexible at all.

Wang Yong also shook his head slightly. Yinglang should not be able to beat this Taoist disciple.

Obviously, the Taoist disciples also know that yinglang's level is limited. When they take a sarcastic look at yinglang, they just step back and avoid yinglang's fist. Then counterattack, arm like a stick, instantly pop up, hit in yinglang rib.

Bang!

With a sound, yinglang's brows immediately wrinkled in pain.

Trickle karate stresses instant power, and stops in front of an inch. Although this Taoist disciple is not a master, he has solid basic skills. This completely implements the concept of "stop before the inch", and the power instantly penetrates into yinglang's body.

If it wasn't for yinglang's thick skin, his ribs would have been cracked.

"Ha ha, I dare to challenge you. It seems that you haven't made any progress this month! It's the same old trash! " The disciples of the Taoist school taunted.

Yinglang glares at each other, does not argue, and pours on him like a bear.

Or the same trick, no matter the other party has already seen through, Mao enough strength to hit again.

At this time, the disciples of the Taoist school had already found out the strength of yinglang, so they didn't care at all.

He tried the same trick again and wanted to give yinglang another blow.

Unexpectedly, yinglang cheated this time. His fist didn't work hard at all. He just waited for the disciples to withdraw. He slammed his feet and directly used his physical advantages to fly the Taoist disciple.

It's two meters.

Poop, the disciple didn't get up for a long time.

"It's a shame Yinglang Pooh, a curse.

Wang Yong could not help but be amused by this seemingly reckless but actually clever guy.

When yinglang heard someone laughing, he immediately turned back and glared at Wang Yong: "what are you laughing at? Do you want to try my yingmen tang hand? "

Wang Yong laughed and waved his hand: "no, I don't dare to fight with such a powerful Tang Jiao. If the English ancestors had spirits, they would have been angry with you just now, wouldn't they

"You... Find fault, don't you? When I'm done with these people, I'll deal with you! Don't run Yinglang pointed to Wang Yong's nose and said angrily.

"If you don't run, I'll have to see you beaten!" Wang Yong deliberately teases yinglang.

Yinglang was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and wanted to turn around and beat Wang Yong.

But looking at the disciples in front of us, we know that this is the real opponent. We can't confuse the primary and secondary.

"Who's next!" Yinglang, a rather heroic disciple of the Taoist school, said.

"Me A Taoist school disciple came forward.

But this disciple is not as good as the last one. Although he is more flexible than yinglang, he can't stand yinglang's bear like body.

When he hit yinglang, he couldn't even break his defense. When he turned around, yinglang hit him in the face and lost his teeth.

"One more!" Yinglang's two wins in a row boosted his confidence.

Another disciple came up. He was smart and knew how to swim. He fought with yinglang for a few minutes. Can also be inadvertently forced into the corner of the wall by yinglang, with a rogue style to throw on the ground.

Three wins in a row.

Yinglang's eyebrows and eyes are full of heroism. With a big wave of his hand, he said, "I want to fight ten!"

This made all the disciples of the trickle down hall very angry.

But they are all junior disciples. They learn better than yinglang, but they are not as good as yinglang.

If you can't break the defense, why fight?

For a moment, the Taoist temple was silent, and no one dared to go up again.

"It's interesting." Wang Yong chuckles.

But she felt bored and kept saying, "Chuanyue Yifu is also a great master. Why are the disciples of Daoguan so useless?"

Just as he said this, he saw a man walking out of the Taoist hall with a sharp look.

When the other disciples saw the man, they all bowed and said, "elder martial brother!"

It seems that this is the elder martial brother of this Taoist school.

In the absence of Chuanyue Yifu, it's natural that he is the head of each Taoist school's disciples.

Every disciple who is qualified to preside over a local Taoist school independently has real ability. Otherwise, Chuanyue Yifu would not trust to give them the Taoist temple.

"Here's the idea!" Like the little girl who likes to watch the excitement, the Luocha girl looks excited. I wish I had a big bucket of popcorn in my hand, eating and watching.

Wang Yong looks at the Luocha girl helplessly. He really doubts whether the woman is grateful or disgusted to Chuanyue Yifu.

Otherwise, why are you so happy to see an accident in Chuanyue Yifu's Taoist temple?

"Yinglang, it's you again!" The elder martial brother glanced at yinglang and several injured disciples“ It seems that this month you have learned a few moves from your junk boxing manual. "

"It's gymnastics that you practice! I'm a real yingmen tangshou! It was brought by my ancestors from China during the Ming Dynasty! What Chuanyue Yifu's doing is piracy! " Yinglang replied.

"Well, Chinese kung fu itself is a joke, you even pull their tiger skin as a banner, which is even more ridiculous! When I break your ribs, I'll see if you dare to say that again! " The elder martial brother gave a sneer.

Then I saw the elder martial brother thrust forward, like a straight gun pole, and suddenly stabbed yinglang in front of him.

As soon as the palm of the hand was touched, it was like the spearhead stabbing. With a sharp evil spirit, it pierced the air.

"No, this man wants to get rid of yinglang!" As soon as Wang Yong saw his elder martial brother's gesture, he cried in a low voice.

This elder martial brother is totally different from the previous disciples of the Taoist school. He has the momentum of a sword coming out of his sheath. He has strict law and sharp eyes.

It's a master of dark power!

Yinglang can't even make half a move in such a hand!