Chapter 2

"Lin Sha, get up! Master is waiting for us to practice!"

"Don't bother me, let me sleep a bit longer!" Lin Sha, feeling someone shaking his body, grumpily waved his hand.

"You brat, still sleeping? If you don't get up now, you'll be in for a rough time!"

The person shaking Lin Sha couldn't help but laugh and curse, then slapped his head.

"Damn, which bastard... huh..."

Lin Sha thought someone was playing a prank and turned over, ready to explode, but suddenly saw a strange, fat face right in front of him and froze.

Who is this guy?

Wasn't I on the stage? How did I end up here?

Is this a hospital?

But it doesn't look like one.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the fat face showed impatience, and a large, strong hand lifted him up, ignoring his struggles and walking briskly out the door.

What followed almost made Lin Sha collapse. The master the fat man mentioned was a dashing young man in his late twenties. Just standing there, he exuded the aura of a martial arts expert, looking refined and making people feel comfortable.

But the problem was, he didn't know this dashing young man at all.

What made him even more stunned was that both the strange master and the rough fat man had smooth foreheads and a prominent braid at the back of their heads!

This is the mark of the Qing Dynasty, right? Could I have time-traveled?

Fortunately, his mental fortitude was strong, and he didn't show any strange reactions.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the fat man had already dragged him out of the front hall filled with medicine cabinets and followed the dashing young man out the door.

"Good morning, Master Huang!"

"Good morning, Master Huang!"

"Master Huang..."

Outside, a hundred or so strong young men had gathered, and upon seeing the dashing young man, they greeted him respectfully. The sound of "Master Huang" in Lin Sha's ears felt incredibly familiar.

As if suddenly remembering something, he pushed away the fat man's hand and hurriedly looked back at the door lintel. Sure enough, there was a black lacquered plaque with the three dragon-like characters "Baozhi Lin"!

...

After returning from practicing martial arts by the sea, Lin Sha shut himself in his room without even eating breakfast.

"Lin Sha, are you okay?" came the loud voice of his senior brother Lin Shirong from outside the door.

"I'm fine, Senior Brother Lin, just feeling a bit unwell and want to rest for a while!" He quickly found an excuse to respond.

"Then rest well. I'm going to do business now, see you later!"

Hearing Lin Shirong's heavy footsteps gradually fade away, Lin Sha suddenly lay down on the hard bed, his eyes blank and his mind in chaos.

Damn, I've actually time-traveled to the world of the movie "Once Upon a Time in China"!

If I remember correctly, I was in the final underground arena fight, and unfortunately, I encountered an expert in internal martial arts. I was beaten to a pulp and, in desperation, chose to go down fighting.

I clearly remember hearing the sound of bones breaking and my internal organs being severely damaged by continuous internal force. Even if I survived, I would probably have to spend the rest of my life in bed.

Being able to time-travel and be reborn might be a good thing for me.

At least I have a healthy body and a famous martial arts master from the late Qing and early Republic of China, Huang Feihong, as my teacher!

His mood was a mix of depression and complexity as he lay on the bed, organizing the memories in his mind. The previous owner of this body was also named Lin Sha, an orphan and beggar from Foshan, Guangdong, who was taken in by the kind-hearted Huang Feihong to learn traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts at Baozhi Lin. Although he was only fourteen, he had been at Baozhi Lin for six years and had developed quite impressive martial arts skills and knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.

Seeing this, his mood improved slightly. Although he hadn't learned the movie's signature move, the "Foshan Shadowless Kick," he had mastered Huang Feihong's excellent Hung Gar kung fu.

Feeling a surge of excitement, he did a backflip off the bed and, following the memories, performed a set of Five-Animal Fist. Feeling constrained in the room, he eagerly pushed open the door and went outside.

"Lin, Lin, Lin, Lin Sha, are, are, are you, you, you feeling, feeling, feeling better?"

Hearing the commotion, a thin young man with a melon-shaped hat, a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and two prominent front teeth poked his head out from the moon gate, speaking with a stutter that made one worry for him.

"I'm fine, I'm going to practice in the back, Dentsu, you do your thing!"

From the memories, he knew this was Dentsu from the movie "Once Upon a Time in China," a recent returnee from abroad who had come to study medicine under Huang Feihong.

The previous Lin Sha naturally had no good feelings towards such a fake foreigner, but now things were different. This was a rare "sea turtle" talent of the era, and he might need him in the future.

"Oh, o, o, okay, I, I, I'll, I'll, I'll get, get, get back to, to, to work!"

Dentsu's eyes flashed with surprise, wondering why Senior Brother Lin Sha was being so talkative, but he shook his head and continued with his work.

"This stutter, I wonder how he managed to get by abroad?"

Shaking his head, he quickly arrived at the small training ground in the back of Baozhi Lin, set up his stance, and performed a set of Five-Animal Fist, followed by Master Huang Feihong's signature Gongzi Fuhu Quan (Character-Form Tiger Taming Fist), and finally the Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist, which combined the ferocity of a tiger and the agility of a crane.

At first, his movements were a bit sluggish, with his actions not keeping up with his thoughts, but gradually, his muscle memory kicked in, and his movements became smoother. His body was agile, moving like an ape, and every punch and kick brought a rush of wind, feeling incredibly satisfying.

A wonderful sense of power surged in his heart as he moved in a '工' (gong) shape, bending his body and delivering a powerful punch to the sandbag hanging from a wooden pole.

With a loud 'thud,' the sandbag, which weighed at least fifty pounds, flew through the air in a beautiful arc, as if hit by a giant battering ram.

This is true martial arts, martial arts that kill, not perform!

"Master Huang, Master Huang, is Master Huang here..."

Just as Lin Sha was immersed in the joy of practicing, a series of loud knocks and a young man's unpleasant duck-like voice startled him out of his trance.

"Damn, are you in a hurry to be reborn? Who's this brat, so impolite..."