Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Zhao Mingyuan has a special martial arts coach in his house. Such coaches have all experienced life-and-death battles. For example, the man in front of Feng Sizhe, who looks to be just over 30 years old, is the martial arts coach that Zhao Mingyuan hired specifically for him - Xing Zhongjie.

Don't underestimate this 1.68-meter-tall Xing Zhongjie. He is a Vietnam War hero. The anti-Vietnam War that took place 11 years ago was a peace that was won by such a strong man with blood and life. Xing Zhonglai was exactly 19 years old at the time and 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. However, his feet were also cut by the Vietnamese daggers, which made him limp when he walked. But even so, he still participated in dozens of battles with illness. Finally, his company commander found something wrong with him, and then he returned home early. But this cannot erase his title of combat hero. Afterwards, the country also awarded him the second-class combat hero medal.

A few years later, Xing Zhongjie retired with honor. His deeds were inadvertently known to Lieutenant General Zhao Mingyuan, who invited him to his courtyard and asked him to be a martial arts coach to teach the Zhao family. In fact, he wanted to teach the third generation of the Zhao family, and this third generation was Feng Sizhe.

Xing Zhongjie also cherished this hard-won opportunity very much, because his hometown was in a remote rural area, which was very poor. He would not object to having the opportunity to stay in the capital for a while, so he devoted all his efforts to teach the Zhao family to train their bodies. Undoubtedly, Xing Zhongjie became Feng Sizhe's main martial arts coach.

After many years, Feng Sizhe finally saw his martial arts teacher from his youth again. He thought that in the last parallel world, he could not understand the 30-year-old man in front of him at all. He always compared the boring things he taught with the free fighting he learned in the UK. Maybe because of Feng Sizhe's identity, Xing Zhongjie was always afraid of hurting him, so he never really fought with him, so Feng Sizhe always thought that what he knew was just farm tricks and useless. But it was not until he was in his thirties, as he practiced the kung fu taught by Xing Zhongjie day by day, that he realized how profound Chinese martial arts were, far beyond the Western kung fu that had only been around for dozens or hundreds of years.

But Feng Sizhe, who had figured it out, had no news about Xing Zhongjie. When he checked the information, he only heard that he returned to his hometown Zhongzhou after he was no longer useful in the Zhao family. Later, he seemed to have taken his wife and children to work in the south. In short, he could not get in touch with him. But now the experience of rebirth allowed Yu Tian to see the person he had always wanted to thank again. Don't mention how excited Feng Sizhe was at that time.

"Master." When he saw Xing Zhongjie, Feng Sizhe respectfully bowed his head and called him Master.

Xing Zhongjie was stunned when he was called "Master". He had been in contact with Feng Sizhe for more than half a year, but this was the first time that he formally acknowledged the relationship between him and Xing Zhongjie. Xing Zhongjie's eyes were moist. He had put a lot of effort into this grandson whom Lieutenant General Zhao called "Old Zhao's favorite", and he had shown everything he knew, but he still couldn't get his recognition. He was extremely depressed at that time, but now Feng Sizhe was finally willing to call him Master, which really touched Xing Zhongjie from the bottom of his heart.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Xing Zhongjie's eyes were a little red, Feng Sizhe hurriedly walked 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 at Feng Sizhe straight in the eye.

"Okay, then let's practice together what Master taught me today." Feng Sizhe didn't know what he and Xing Zhongjie learned yesterday, because in his memory, his yesterday was so distant and unreachable.

"Well, okay, then today I will teach you the twelve moves of grappling and fighting. Come, let's practice together." Xing Zhongjie didn't expect that Feng Sizhe would actually seriously learn kung fu from him, and he couldn't help but be very excited.

Upon hearing about the Twelve Styles of Grappling and Fighting, Feng Sizhe naturally nodded happily. Although he had learned these skills before and had even been practicing them without forgetting them, he knew that he was reborn. Even if it was something he knew before, he couldn't show it too much. Instead, he had to be humble and not let others see any flaws.

Feng Sizhe agreed and started to practice with Xing Zhongjie. Not far away, Zhao Wanyong, who saw this scene, looked confused. After exchanging glances with his second sister Zhao Lishu and his youngest sister Zhao Lizhu, he nodded. Although he couldn't understand Feng Sizhe's change, it was a good thing that he was willing to practice martial arts with his master.

After nearly an hour of hard practice, beads of sweat appeared on Feng Sizhe's head. He finally finished practicing all twelve grappling and fighting styles.

Xing Zhongjie, who was standing by, looked at Feng Sizhe, who had just called him his master, with wide eyes, and his face was full of surprise. He had just taught him the 12 Grappling and Fighting Styles twice, but he had already learned all of them, and he was able to fight well. People who have been abroad are different, and educated people learn things quickly.

Xing Zhongjie marveled at Feng Sizhe's cleverness, but if he knew that this was all Feng Sizhe's pretense, and if he didn't know how beautiful this set of boxing would be if Feng Zhe got serious, he would definitely be surprised.

After respectfully calling out "Master" for his hard work, Feng Sizhe turned around and left the West Playground. It was time for lunch, and after lunch he still had to go to the Youth Class. This was what his aunt had said when she woke him up in the morning. Now Feng Sizhe's long-lost memories were slowly emerging, and he could slowly find his place.