It was already night time by the time the two finished chatting about business.
As Ip Man walks Quan through the entrance, Quan says to him, "One last request. Please take my son as your student."
Ip Man politely declines, "There are so many martial arts schools. Ask them to teach."
Quan shakes his head and says honestly, "None of them are as good as you."
"We're all similar," Ip Man says humbly to the flattering compliment.
"Brother Ip. Brother Quan," Lin greets as he walks in front of them. Turning to Ip Man he says, "I learned some new moves. Please allow me to spar with Brother Hui Liang."
"Sure, go ahead," Ip Man agrees. Walking to where his wife and child is sitting, observing the painting he drew.
Seeing the chinese calligraphy drawing his son made, Ip Man compliments, "Zhun, this is a good drawing."
It was a chinese calligraphy drawing of him hitting a wooden dummy.
It has a lot of details in it that made that portrait look very resembling to Ip Man.
His wife says to him, "This was something new that Hui taught Zhun. He says Zhun has a lot of talent."
In the day where there was some spare time he would teach Zhun some painting besides practicing Wing Chun.
"Brother Lin, what new moves have you learned," Tony asks him casually.
"My master taught me this new move that combines both attack and defence," Lin explains excitedly.
"Attacking while defending, defending while attacking," explaining to him the principal.
"Too much talking," Tony shakes his head, "come." Extending his hand to invite Lin to begin.
Lin steps forward and hits Tony with a punch from the right, easily blocking by raising his elbow.
Grabbing hold of that wrist he quickly traps that arm, bringing it downward.
And slightly pushes an attack against his ribs, making Lin fall back a few steps.
Lin the beginner exclaims at this attack, "Isn't this the strong attack that easily pushes opponents!?"
Ip Man who was watching the small exchange from afar says to Lin, "Stop reciting theory and just hit your target. Hit to disperse. Disperse while hitting."
Lin tries again with a new set of combinations, with a few attacks aiming at Tony's face that was easily defended against.
Following Tony hits a pretend attack with his elbow towards Lin's throat.
"Brother Lin, your kung fu still needs some practice," Tony says in a tease, "why don't we stop here today."
Not letting go of the chance to engage in a fight, he turns in a spin and hits Tony with a blow from the tricep. Seeing an opportunity he blocks and borrows Lin's awkward position with a small kick at the ankle making Lin fall on the ground.
Lending a hand to Lin to help him off the ground he says, "Brother Lin your moves have improved perceptibly from several days before. But you still have a weak stance."
Seeing Tony turns his back to go back to the living room Lin calls out, "Wait Brother Hui Liang I still got a few moves."
"Next time Brother Lin, I got some dishes to clean," he says back casually.
The next day the Ip family were sitting together on a table outside the mansion.
The parents were watching their child drawing some calligraphy with the calligraphy brush.
Ip Man nodded with a tiny bit of pride telling his wife in a whisper, "Hui is a good teacher, Zhun's painting turns out very realistic." Touching his child's head affectionately.
From his peripheral vision Ip Man sees Lin with his black martial arts clothing standing in the front gate with a face of hurriedness.
Motioning with hands towards Ip Man to come close.
Ip Man calls out to him in greeting, "So early, Lin?"
"Yes. I'm not here to fight. Just a few words," Lin says back, seeing that Ip Man's wife was giving her husband a dangerous look.
"What's the matter?" Ip Man walks to the gate and asks Lin in a quiet voice.
"Some out-of-towners are provoking all the clubs. Their kung-fu is too good for all the masters. Can you look into it?"
Ip Man nods his head slightly with interest, "That good?"
"Yes."
Knowing that Ip Man couldn't leave in the moment he calls out to Mrs. Wing Shing, "I gotta go, Mrs. Ip."
Some time later in the day the family was doing their daily matters in peace.
Their son who was riding a children's three wheel bike calls out from the door as whisks by in his bike, "Daddy, there're lots of people outside."
There was the sound of Uncle Wang's, "What can I help you with?"
Uncle Wang was trying to stop the Northern Chinese martial artist, but was pushed away. He looks to Ip Man at the entrance, "Sir...They…"
The man that was leading in front was wearing a warm brown coat and had his right hand wrapped in a cloth. With a crew cut and a vertical scar on his left eye area.
Speaking with an arrogant tone in mandarin, "Are you Ip Man? I'm Jin. Heard that Fo Shan's famous for kung-fu."
Ip Man listens calmly as he speaks, "I understand, Master Jin. I understand. You bring a crowd here to challenge me to a duel?"
"Of course ," says in agreement, "We're opening a club here to show our might."
"To open a martial art club...you need a good location. No need to fight with me. Please leave!"
Ip Man tries to excuse the arrogant Master Jin from his home.
But Master Jin still came inside the home, realizing this might be a bit more troublesome he asked Uncle Wang to take his son Zhun away from the living room.
"Ip Man," Jin shouts in mandarin trying to get his attention, "don't walk away. Are you scared of me?" Through some trash talk to start a fight.
But Ip Man's wife stood up at annoyance, "You think our house is a martial arts school? No one is going to fight with you, so leave!"
Ip Man repeats what his wife said, "You hear her. I won't fight you. Now please leave immediately."
Pointing his finger in motion towards the entrance.