Chapter 5: Martial Arts Coach

  At Zhao Mingyuan's home, there was a special martial arts coach. Coaches like this were truly battle-hardened. The man in his thirties standing in front of Feng Sicheng was the martial arts coach specially invited by Zhao Mingyuan - Xing Zhongjie.

  Don't underestimate this 1.68-meter-tall man, Xing Zhongjie. He is a Vietnam War hero. The peace that was achieved in the war against Vietnam eleven years ago was exchanged with blood and life by men of iron like him. At that time, Xing Zhongjie was only nineteen years old and had the opportunity to participate in the battle. According to my grandfather, he once single-handedly fought seven Vietnamese soldiers, and in the end, only he stood up. However, at that time, his foot was also cut by a short knife of the Vietnamese, making him walk with a limp. Despite this, he still participated in dozens of battles while sick, until his company commander discovered the problem and sent him back to China ahead of schedule. This cannot erase his title as a combat hero. After the war, the state awarded him the Second-Class Combat Hero Medal.

  Years later, Xing Zhongjie retired from the army with honor. His deeds were inadvertently known by General Zhao Mingyuan, who invited him to his own courtyard house to serve as a martial arts coach to teach the Zhao family members to practice their skills. In fact, it was also for teaching the third generation of the Zhao family, which is Feng Sicheng.

  Xing Zhongjie also cherished this hard-won opportunity, because his hometown was in a remote rural area, which was very poor. Having the chance to stay longer in the capital and see more things, he naturally wouldn't oppose it. So, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to teaching the Zhao family how to cultivate their bodies. Without a doubt, Xing Zhongjie became Feng Sijie's main martial arts coach.

  After many years, Feng Si Zhe finally saw his young martial arts teacher again. He thought about how his past self in a parallel world couldn't understand the 30-year-old man in front of him, who was always willing to compare the dull things he taught with the free combat he learned in England. Perhaps because of Feng Si Zhe's identity, Xing Zhong Jie was afraid of hurting him and never actually fought with him, leading Feng Si Zhe to think that what he taught were just useless moves. It wasn't until he was over 30 years old, after accumulating years of practice of Xing Zhong Jie's kung fu, that he realized how profound and vast Chinese martial arts were, far surpassing the Western kung fu that was only a few decades or centuries old.

  But after understanding all this, Feng Si Zhe suddenly lost contact with Xing Zhong Jie. When searching for information, he only heard that after Xing Zhong Jie was no longer useful in the Zhao family, he returned to his hometown of Zhongzhou and later went to work in the south with his wife and children. In short, they lost contact. But now, Yu Tian's rebirth experience allowed him to see this person he had always wanted to thank again, and Feng Si Zhe was extremely excited at that time.

  "Master." Upon seeing Xing Zhongjie, Feng Sicheng respectfully bowed his head and called out "Master".

  Xing Zhongjie was taken aback by Master's sudden call. Having been in contact with Feng Siche for over half a year, this was the first time he had formally acknowledged their relationship, and Xing Zhongjie's eyes became moist. As the grandson that General Zhao always liked, Feng Siche had put in a lot of effort to teach him everything he knew, but still couldn't get his recognition, which made him feel downhearted for a while. But now that Feng Siche was finally willing to call him Master, Xing Zhongjie was truly moved from the bottom of his heart.

  "Master, what's wrong?" Seeing Xing Zhongjie's eyes were slightly red, Feng Sicheng hurriedly walked up and asked with concern.

  "It's okay, it's okay." Jin Zhongjie hastily took a deep breath and hid his emotions in his heart, looking straight at Feng Sicheng.

  "That's good, Master will teach me something today, let's practice together." Feng Sichu didn't know what he had learned with Xing Zhongjie yesterday, because in his memory, his yesterday was so distant and unreachable.

  "Okay, today I'll teach you the Twelve Forms of Grappling. Come on, let's practice together." Xing Zhongjie didn't expect Feng Sichao to actually be serious about learning martial arts with him, and he couldn't help but feel extremely excited.

  When he heard the Twelve Forms of Grappling, Feng Si Zhe naturally nodded in satisfaction. Although he had learned these skills before and had been practicing them without forgetting, he knew that he had to be humble and not reveal too much, so as not to show any weaknesses.

  Feng Siche responded with a "good" and began to follow Xing Zhongjie's practice. Not far away, Zhao Wanyong, who saw this scene, had a somewhat bewildered expression in his eyes. After exchanging a glance with his second sister Zhao Lishu and younger sister Zhao Lizhu, he also nodded slightly. Although he couldn't understand Feng Siche's transformation, no matter what, it was a good thing that someone was willing to follow their master and practice martial arts diligently.

  After nearly an hour of intense practice, Feng Sicheng's forehead was covered in layers of sweat, and he had finally completed the twelve forms of grappling.

  By his side, Xin Zhongjie stared at Feng Sichao, who had just called him "Master", with wide eyes. The shock was written all over his face. He had only taught him the twelve grappling techniques twice, but he had already mastered them all, and when he fought, it was still very stylish. It's really different for someone who has been abroad, and cultured people learn things quickly too.

  Xing Zhongjie couldn't help but admire Feng Siche's cleverness, but if he knew that it was all an act, and if Feng Siche were to get serious, who knows how amazing this set of moves would look when executed properly, Xing Zhongjie would definitely be left speechless.

  He respectfully called out "Master, you've worked hard!" and then Feng Si Zhe turned to leave the west training grounds. At this time, it was already lunchtime, and after eating, he still had to go to the middle youth class. This was something his little aunt had mentioned when she woke him up early in the morning. Now, Feng Si Zhe's long-lost memories were slowly resurfacing, and he could gradually find a bit of his own positioning.