There are special martial arts coaches at Zhao Mingyuan's home. Such coaches have truly experienced life and death battles. The man in front of Feng Sizhe who looks just thirty years old is the martial arts coach Zhao Mingyuan hired for him alone - Xing
Zhongjie.
Don't underestimate Xing Zhongjie, who is only 1.68 meters tall. Speaking of which, he was a Vietnam War hero. The Anti-Vietnam War that took place eleven years ago was caused by such a tough man who fought with blood and blood.
Peace in exchange for life. Xing Zhonglai was just nineteen years old at the time, so he had the opportunity to participate in the battle. My grandfather said that he once fought seven Vietnamese soldiers alone, and in the end he was the only one who stood up, but at that time
His feet were also scratched by the Vietnamese's daggers, which made him limp a little, but even so, he still participated in dozens of battles with the illness, and was finally noticed by his company commander once
Question, and then he returned to China early, but this did not negate his title of a combat hero. Afterwards, the country also awarded him a Level 2 Combat Hero Medal.
A few years later, Xing Zhongjie changed his career honorably. His deeds were inadvertently known to Lieutenant General Zhao Mingyuan, who invited him to his courtyard house and asked him to be a martial arts coach to teach the Zhao family how to practice. In fact, he was just to teach Zhao Mingyuan.
The third generation of the family, and this third generation is Feng Sizhe.
Xing Zhongjie also cherished this hard-won opportunity because his hometown was in a remote rural area and was very poor. If he had the opportunity to stay in the capital for a while, he would naturally not object, so he
He devoted everything he had to teaching the Zhao family to practice physical fitness. Undoubtedly, Xing Zhongjie became Feng Sizhe's main martial arts coach.
After many years, Feng Sizhe finally saw the martial arts teacher of his youth again. He thought that in the parallel world at that time, he could not understand the thirty-year-old man in front of him at all, and was always willing to compare with the boring things he taught.
Compared with the free fighting he learned in the UK. Perhaps because of Feng Sizhe's status, Xing Zhongjie was always afraid of hurting him, so he never really fought with him. As a result, Feng Sizhe always thought that he was just a crop.
The postures were of little use. But it was not until he was in his thirties that he practiced the kung fu taught by Xing Zhongjie day and night. Only then did he realize how extensive and profound the Chinese martial arts were, far beyond those who only had a few dozen people.
It is comparable to more than a hundred years of Western Kung Fu.
But Feng Sizhe, who had figured this out, found no news about Xing Zhongjie. When he checked the information, he only heard that he returned to his hometown Zhongzhou after he had no use in the Zhao family. Later, it seemed that he took his wife and children with him.
He went to the south to work, but he couldn't get in touch anyway. But now the experience of being reborn allowed Yu Tian to once again see the person he had always wanted to thank. Not to mention how excited Feng Sizhe was at that time.
"Master." When he saw Xing Zhongjie, Feng Sizhe bowed his head respectfully and called him "Master."
Xing Zhongjie was stunned when the master called him. He had been in contact with Feng Sizhe for more than half a year, and this was the first time that he formally acknowledged the relationship between Xing Zhongjie and him. Xing Zhongjie, a grown man, couldn't help but feel a little in his eyes.
Moist. For this grandson whom Lieutenant General Zhao called Mr. Zhao and whom he always liked, it can be said that he worked hard and gave everything he knew, but he still couldn't get people's approval. His mood at that time
He was also depressed to the extreme, but now Feng Sizhe is finally willing to call himself a master, which makes Xing Zhongjie really moved from the bottom of his heart.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Xing Zhongjie's eyes were a little red, Feng Sizhe quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.
"It's okay, it's okay." Xing Zhongjie quickly took a deep breath, hid his emotion in his heart, and looked directly at Feng Sizhe.
"Okay, let's practice what master taught me today." Feng Sizhe didn't know what he learned from Xing Zhongjie yesterday, because in his memory, his yesterday was so far away and out of reach.
"Well, okay, today I will teach you the twelve styles of grappling and fighting. Come on, let's practice together." Xing Zhongjie didn't expect that Feng Sizhe would actually learn Kung Fu from him seriously, and he couldn't help but be extremely excited.
Hearing the twelve techniques of grappling and fighting, Feng Sizhe naturally nodded happily. Although he had also learned these techniques and even practiced them all the time without forgetting them, he did know that he was reborn. Even the things he knew before could not be too much.
It is better not to be too revealing, but to be humble and humble so that no one can see any flaws.
Feng Sizhe agreed and began to practice with Xing Zhongjie. Not far away, Zhao Wanyong's eyes were a little confused when he saw this scene. After exchanging glances with his second sister Zhao Lishu and his younger sister Zhao Lizhu
He just nodded, although he couldn't understand Feng Sizhe's transformation, but no matter what, it is always a good thing that someone is willing to practice martial arts with his master.
After nearly an hour of hard training, layers of sweat broke out on Feng Sizhe's head, and he finally finished practicing all twelve fighting styles.
Xing Zhongjie on the side looked at him with big eyes, Feng Sizhe, who had just been willing to call him master, with surprise written all over his face. However, he had just taught him the twelve moves of grappling and fighting, and he actually did all of them.
I have learned it, and I can still fight with style. People who have been abroad are different. Educated people learn things quickly.
Xing Zhongjie sighed at Feng Sizhe's cleverness, but if he wanted to know that this was all Feng Sizhe's deliberate pretense, and if Feng Zhe was serious and didn't know how good this boxing routine would look, he would definitely be disappointed.
He respectfully called out, "Master, thank you for your hard work," and then Feng Sizhe turned around and left the west playground. It was time for dinner. After dinner, he had to go to the junior high school class. This was what his aunt had said when he woke him up in the morning.
, and now Feng Sizhe's long-lost memories are slowly emerging, and he can slowly find his own identity.