Chapter 0005 Martial Arts Coach

Feng Sizhe responded affirmatively and began to practice with Xing Zhongjie. Not far away, Zhao Wanyong watched this scene with a somewhat bewildered expression. After exchanging a glance with his second sister Zhao Lishu and his younger sister Zhao Lizhu, he nodded. Although he found it hard to understand Feng Sizhe's change, it was still a good thing that he was willing to diligently follow his master to learn martial arts.

Xing Zhongjie cherishes this hard-won opportunity greatly, as his hometown is in a remote rural area, which is quite impoverished. Having the chance to stay longer in the capital and observe, he naturally would not oppose it. Therefore, he devoted all his efforts to training the Zhao family to improve their physical fitness. Undoubtedly, Xing Zhongjie became the primary martial arts instructor for Feng Sizhe.

When the master called out, Xing Zhongjie was taken aback. He had been in contact with Feng Sizhe for more than half a year, and this was the first time he had formally acknowledged their relationship. Unavoidably, the eyes of this big man, Xing Zhongjie, became somewhat moist. As for this Major General Zhao, affectionately referred to as Old Zhao by his family, and the grandson that Tu Shu had always favored, Xing Zhongjie had exerted considerable effort, putting forth all that he knew, yet he still could not gain the recognition he sought. During that time, his mood had plummeted to the lowest point. However, now that Feng Sizhe was finally willing to call him 'master,' it truly moved Xing Zhongjie from the depths of his heart.

"Alright, then what will you teach me today, Master? Let's practice together." Feng Sizhe was unaware of what he had learned with Xing Zhongjie yesterday, as in his memory, yesterday felt so distant and unattainable.

After many years, Feng Sizhe finally saw his martial arts teacher from his youth again. Reflecting on his past self in a parallel world, he realized that he could not comprehend this thirty-year-old man at all, often comparing the tedious things he taught with the free fighting he learned in England. Perhaps due to Feng Sizhe's status, Xing Zhongjie had always been afraid of injuring him and had never truly sparred with him. As a result, Feng Sizhe had always thought that what he taught was merely rudimentary and of no real use. However, it was only when he reached his thirties, after years of diligent practice of the skills taught by Xing Zhongjie, that he came to understand the profound depth of Chinese martial arts, which far surpassed the Western martial arts that had only existed for a few decades or a century.

Xing Zhongjie marveled at Feng Sizhe's intelligence, but if he were to know that this was all a deliberate act by Feng Sizhe, and that if Feng Sizhe were to take it seriously, the way he executed this set of martial arts would be truly impressive, he would surely be taken aback.

One must not underestimate this man, Xing Zhongjie, who stands at only 1.68 meters tall. He is, in fact, a hero of the Vietnam War. The conflict that took place eleven years ago during the Anti-Vietnam War was a peace earned through the blood and lives of steadfast men like him. At that time, Xing Zhongjie was just nineteen years old, and he had the opportunity to participate in the battle. According to his grandfather, he once single-handedly fought against seven Vietnamese soldiers, and in the end, he was the only one who stood up. However, during that encounter, his foot was also slashed by a Vietnamese short knife, causing him to walk with a slight limp. Despite this, he continued to participate in dozens of battles while suffering from illness. Ultimately, it was only when his company commander noticed something was wrong that he returned home early. Nevertheless, this does not diminish his title as a combat hero. Subsequently, the state awarded him the Second-Class Combat Hero Medal.

Upon hearing about the Twelve Techniques of Capture and Combat, Feng Sizhe naturally nodded in agreement. Although he had learned these skills and had even practiced them without forgetting, he was acutely aware of his rebirth. Even the things he had previously mastered should not be overly displayed; instead, he needed to be humble, even more humble, so as not to reveal any flaws.

Master. Upon seeing Xing Zhongjie, Feng Sizhe respectfully lowered his head and called out "Master".

At Zhao Mingyuan's home, there is a dedicated martial arts instructor. Such instructors are truly those who have experienced life-and-death battles. The man in front of Feng Sizhe, who appears to be just thirty years old, is the martial arts coach that Zhao Mingyuan specially hired for him—Xing Zhongjie.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Xing Zhongjie quickly took a deep breath, concealing his emotions in his heart, while gazing intently at Feng Sizhe

Several years later, Xing Zhongjie honorably transitioned to civilian life. His deeds were inadvertently brought to the attention of Major General Zhao Mingyuan, who then invited him to his siheyuan to serve as a martial arts instructor for the Zhao family. The intention was primarily to train the third generation of the Zhao family, which included Feng Sizhe.

After nearly an hour of intense practice, beads of sweat began to form on Feng Sizhe's forehead, and he finally completed all twelve techniques of grappling and combat.

However, having come to terms with all this, Feng Sizhe found that there was no news of Xing Zhongjie. While researching, he only heard from others that later, after Xing had no place to exert his skills in the Zhao family, he returned to his hometown in Zhongzhou. It seemed that he later went south with his wife and children to work. In any case, they were out of contact. Yet now, the experience of rebirth allowed Yu Tian to once again see this person he had always wanted to thank. At that moment, one could only imagine how excited Feng Sizhe was.

Hmm, hetushu.com, alright, today I will teach you the Twelve Techniques of Grappling and Combat, come, let us practice together. Xing Zhongjie did not expect that Feng Sizhe was actually serious about learning martial arts with him, and he couldn't help but feel extremely excited

He respectfully called out, "Master, you have worked hard," and then Feng Sizhe turned and left the western playground. At this moment, it was mealtime. After finishing his meal, he still had to go to the youth class, as his aunt had mentioned when she woke him up in the morning. Now, Feng Sizhe's long-lost memories gradually surfaced, and he slowly began to find a sense of his own position.

Beside him, Xing Zhongjie stared wide-eyed at his newly acknowledged master, Feng Sizhe, his face a canvas of astonishment. The twelve techniques of grappling and combat had only been taught to him twice, yet he had mastered them all, and his execution was quite impressive. It must be said that those who have traveled abroad are indeed different; educated individuals learn things quickly.

"Master, what has happened to you?" Seeing that Xing Zhongjie’s eyes were somewhat red, Feng Sizhe quickly stepped forward to inquire with concern