Chapter 6

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"Master Huang, I am Liang Kuan from Meixian, and I wish to become your disciple and learn martial arts..."

Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the doors of the Baozhi Clinic had just opened, and Liang Kuan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately knelt down, regardless of whether the person in front of him was Huang Feihong, and bowed his head in reverence.

"Brother, you are too polite. I am not worthy of such respect, please get up quickly!"

Fortunately, Lin Sha had explained the situation the night before, so Huang Feihong was mentally prepared. He sidestepped to avoid Liang Kuan's kneeling and, while speaking humbly, gave Lin Sha a meaningful look.

"Master Huang..."

Liang Kuan was suddenly anxious; Huang Feihong's behavior clearly indicated that he did not want to take him as a disciple.

"Brother Liang, please get up quickly, it's not what you think!"

Lin Sha hurriedly stepped forward, gently lifting Liang Kuan with both hands and pulling him to the side, whispering, "Don't be anxious. Taking on a disciple and passing on skills is a serious matter; it can't be decided so hastily."

"What do you mean, Master Huang?"

Liang Kuan was initially stunned, then nodded in agreement, the dejected look on his face fading somewhat as he asked tentatively.

"Observation, do you understand?"

Seeing Liang Kuan's puzzled expression, Lin Sha was not concerned. He said earnestly, "Master Huang is meeting you for the first time and is not familiar with your character. He needs some time to observe and get to know you."

"Then, then, then, about learning martial arts..."

Liang Kuan nodded in a daze, rubbing his hands, his face a mix of anxiety and longing.

"Start by joining the militia brothers for morning exercises to build a foundation!"

Lin Sha smiled slightly and explained the reason he had prepared in advance.

"Build a foundation?"

Liang Kuan was clearly dissatisfied. He glanced around and, seeing that Huang Feihong was greeting the militia men and no one was paying attention, lowered his voice and said proudly, "I already have a foundation in martial arts!"

As he spoke, he deliberately puffed out his chest, showing off his strong physique.

"Is that so?"

Lin Sha chuckled, his right hand casually resting on Liang Kuan's shoulder. His arm muscles suddenly tensed, and with a strong wrist movement, Liang Kuan was pressed to the ground before he could react.

"Ouch, Brother Lin Sha, you have such strong hands!"

Liang Kuan cried out in pain, rubbing his buttocks as he got up.

"It's not that my hands are strong, but that your stance is unstable, and your basic skills are not solid!"

Lin Sha rolled his eyes and scolded him.

"Asha, and Brother Liang Kuan, let's start our exercise now!"

Liang Kuan, still不服气 (unconvinced), wanted to say more, but at this moment, Huang Feihong had finished greeting the militia men and turned to wave at them, then led the way in a slow jog to warm up.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and follow us. We'll talk while we run!"

Lin Sha grabbed Liang Kuan and jogged to catch up with the militia men, while also quietly explaining some basic knowledge about martial arts to him.

In short, practicing martial arts is a very arduous task that requires persistent effort. The foundation is the most important part, and so on, which left Liang Kuan nodding in agreement, completely absorbed in the lesson.

After explaining the importance of the foundation, Lin Sha changed the subject and asked about Liang Kuan's living situation, mainly to find out if he could consistently train with the militia men every day.

Liang Kuan immediately patted his chest proudly, saying that he had found a job in a theater troupe. The troupe leader, impressed by his skills, had him play a martial role, and he was currently in the apprentice stage. He had no problem joining the militia men for morning exercises every day.

Thus, when they reached the beach, Lin Sha introduced Liang Kuan to the militia men, focusing on the more than a hundred militia men who were former Black Flag Navy sailors.

Liang Kuan, being a clever and sweet-talking young man, quickly became friendly with the militia men, calling them "big brother" and "uncle" and mixing in happily.

"Brother Lin, after the morning exercises, let's spar a bit?"

With Liang Kuan, the martial arts novice, no longer around to argue, Lin Sha felt relieved and approached Porky Rong, who was boasting to the militia men, and suggested quietly.

Over the past day, he had not only fully adapted to his new identity but had also practiced a lot in the small training ground at noon and after dinner. He was now familiar with the body's original owner's Hong Men martial arts, and now he needed to find someone to practice with to solidify his skills.

Perhaps because the body's original owner had suffered a lot as a beggar in his childhood, he practiced diligently and, by the age of thirteen or fourteen, had developed strong bones and muscles, and was even on the verge of reaching the Ming Jing (clear strength) level.

With Lin Sha already at the peak of Ming Jing, mastering the body's original owner's martial arts was not too difficult. He had no problem with the use of strength and force, but he lacked the fullness and harmony of spirit and energy.

"Sure, as long as you're not afraid of getting beaten, I'm always ready!"

Porky Rong laughed heartily, his face full of ruggedness and a hint of bully-like charm.

"Then it's settled!"

Lin Sha smiled lightly and nodded, showing respect for Lin Shizhong.

As the most outstanding disciple of Huang Feihong in history and a famous martial artist in southern China during the late Qing and early Republic periods, Lin Shizhong's achievements and reputation far exceeded those of the descendants of Huo Yuanjia.

As a martial arts enthusiast from the future, he knew a lot about the famous martial artists and masters of the late Qing and early Republic periods, even if he couldn't list them all.

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After the morning exercises, the militia men dispersed early to attend to their own affairs. Only the closest and most familiar militia men, along with Master Huang Feihong and the other disciples, stayed by the beach to watch the sparring between Lin Sha and Porky Rong.

Liang Kuan, of course, was also among the spectators, his face flushed with excitement and his hands waving, as if he were one of the participants.

Both sides stood at attention, their right hands raised to the left upper side in a fist, their right feet stepping forward and bending the knee, their left feet pointing forward. They simultaneously pushed their right fists and left palms forward, which is the greeting posture of Hong Quan.

"Brother Lin Sha, let's start. Use all your skills, and let's finish this quickly!"

After the greeting, Porky Rong stood on the sand, his waist sinking and his horse stance solid, exuding the aura of a master.

"Brother Lin, don't look down on me. Here comes the Black Tiger Heart Punch!"

Lin Sha's expression turned serious as he entered a combat state. He moved swiftly, stepping forward in a bow stance, dashing like a galloping horse. In a few steps, he was in front of Porky Rong, bending his waist and twisting his body, his right hand muscles bulging, and his fist, carrying a strong wind, aimed straight for Porky Rong's chest.

"Good move!"

Porky Rong shouted, his thick right hand blocking his chest, his left hand turning into a claw and grabbing Lin Sha's shoulder with a fierce wind.

"Watch this!"

Lin Sha bent his waist and shoulders, stepping back, avoiding Porky Rong's fierce claw. He then stepped forward in a bow stance, his right hand turning into a palm and sweeping toward Porky Rong's face like a white crane spreading its wings. The palm wind was so fierce that it made Porky Rong's face hurt even before it reached him.

"Good kid, not bad!"

Porky Rong's eyes flashed with approval. His massive body leaned back sharply, avoiding Lin Sha's palm attack, and his thick right leg swept like a log at Lin Sha's lower body.

For a moment, the two exchanged blows fiercely, each move and kick powerful and fierce, leaving the spectators wide-eyed and cheering...