Chapter 8

The competition did not determine a winner, and at a critical moment, Wong Fei-hung shouted to stop it...

"Ha ha, Junior Brother Lin Sha is truly remarkable!"

Porky Rong put away his attacking stance, casually wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with a ruddy complexion and high spirits, he extended his thumb to Lin Sha and praised, "I didn't expect you to be so strong without making a sound!"

"Senior Brother Lin, your words are quite ambiguous, making it seem like I have some ulterior motive!"

Lin Sha rolled his eyes, panting and drenched in sweat, his short single-layered clothes already soaked through, tightly clinging to his well-built and compact body. He had indeed expended a lot of energy in the competition.

"Alright, alright, both of you did well!"

Wong Fei-hung quickly interrupted the brothers' banter, first giving some advice to Porky Rong: "Sai Rong just broke through to the Mingjing level, so be careful not to use excessive force when fighting, or you might cause trouble!"

"Master, I understand!" Porky Rong reined in his smile and respectfully responded.

"And Lin Sha..."

After advising Porky Rong, Wong Fei-hung turned his gaze to Lin Sha and smiled, saying, "You did very well. Your strength has already reached the edge of the Mingjing level. Just wait for your body to grow a bit more, and you'll easily break through!"

"Ha ha, it's all thanks to Master's teaching!"

Feeling the envious and eager gazes of his fellow disciples, Lin Sha laughed and humbly responded.

"Don't be arrogant. I noticed that your movements were still somewhat sluggish and unsmooth, indicating that your fundamentals are not yet solid. You should work harder on this in the future, which will also help you break through the Mingjing level more quickly!"

Wong Fei-hung's expression turned serious as he sternly warned.

He is not just a famous martial arts master of the Republic of China era!

Lin Sha felt a chill and respectfully replied, "I will follow Master's teachings!"

Wong Fei-hung was right. Due to the short time and not yet fully mastering his body, Lin Sha indeed felt that some of his techniques were not smooth during the competition. He didn't expect Wong Fei-hung to spot this so quickly, which showed that his martial arts realm was at least one or two levels higher.

Wong Fei-hung sternly warned Lin Sha not to be arrogant and used this opportunity to encourage the other disciples to learn from Lin Sha. Finally, he announced that Lin Sha could now leave the studio, no longer needing to stay at Baozhi Lin to practice martial arts and medicine. He could go out and see the world.

Lin Sha was overjoyed and repeatedly thanked his master. The reason he had specially competed with his senior brother Porky Rong was to gain the right to walk freely on the streets.

Previously, due to his young age and the critical period of learning martial arts and medicine, his master had restricted him to Baozhi Lin, not allowing him to go out without permission.

Now, Lin Sha had other plans. He wanted to use his knowledge from his previous life to make a big impact, at least to improve Baozhi Lin's financial situation. Being able to enter and leave Baozhi Lin freely was just a prerequisite.

Clearly, he was too happy too soon. The reason his master Wong Fei-hung was so generous was that he had another task for him, the first idle person of Baozhi Lin.

"What, Master, you must be mistaken, you want me to follow Aunt Thirteen?"

Excitedly returning to Baozhi Lin, Lin Sha was about to take his leave and planned to go to the market where his senior brother Porky Rong sold meat to discuss some important matters.

Unfortunately, his master didn't give him the chance, directly assigning him the task of accompanying and protecting Aunt Thirteen. Lin Sha jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.

"What, you don't want to?"

Wong Fei-hung's eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes as he looked at Lin Sha.

"No, no, I just think..."

Lin Sha felt his hair stand on end, as if being watched by a fierce beast, and hurriedly lowered his head, shaking it.

"Ah, Master has no choice!"

Seeing Lin Sha nod obediently, Wong Fei-hung sighed helplessly, "You must have heard about the security situation in Foshan. Aunt Thirteen doesn't want to stay at home all day and insists on taking her female companion out to take photos. I can't always protect her, so I need you to help run errands!"

Well, with that said, if he didn't agree, it would be disrespectful.

"Alright, Master, I can follow Aunt Thirteen and assist her, but I have one condition!"

Lin Sha smiled bitterly and reluctantly agreed to his master's 'forced' request, then proposed his own condition: "Aunt Thirteen can only stay in the city. If she goes out of the city, I can't guarantee her safety!"

Some things must be clarified in advance to avoid problems later. Although he didn't remember the Wong Fei-hung series of movies very well, he knew that Aunt Thirteen was a troublemaker, beautiful and fashionable, always drawing attention, and it was impossible not to attract trouble.

"Master agrees to this!"

Wong Fei-hung pondered for a moment, found it reasonable, and agreed, but added, "If Aunt Thirteen really wants to go out of the city, you must inform me immediately, understood?"

"Understood, Master!"

Lin Sha responded weakly.

...

When he saw Aunt Thirteen again, it was already mid-morning.

Seeing Aunt Thirteen and her Western-dressed female companion each pushing a wooden bicycle, he almost burst his eyes: What the heck, there were bicycles at this time, and they were similar to the 28-inch men's bicycles of the future?

"Asha, it's almost time, let's go quickly!"

Aunt Thirteen didn't live at Baozhi Lin. Clearly, his master had already informed her, so she called out to him without any hesitation when she arrived at Baozhi Lin.

As Lin Sha responded and hurriedly went out, he saw the two Western-dressed beauties lift their legs high and get on the bicycles. He was speechless and shouted in his heart: Ladies, pay attention to your image!

The two Western-dressed beauties clearly considered him a country bumpkin who couldn't ride a bicycle. They just called for him to hurry up, then pedaled hard, and the wooden bicycles, carrying the two beauties and an old-fashioned camera, creaked and swayed as they moved forward.

Lin Sha clenched his teeth and ran after them, feeling depressed.

He really admired the endurance of the two Western-dressed beauties. The wooden bicycles had no tires, no shock absorbers, and even the seats were made of solid wood. Running on the uneven cobblestone streets of Foshan, the bicycles jolted and bounced up and down. Just watching made his buttocks ache, but the two Western-dressed beauties remained calm, truly remarkable.

The streets of Foshan were really bustling and lively, with people coming and going, street vendors shouting to attract customers, and a variety of small handicrafts, snacks, and trinkets available. Carriages passed by from time to time, and there were Indian men in red attire and arrogant Westerners. The sound of steam whistles from the docks could be heard from time to time, painting a vivid picture of the late Qing dynasty urban life.

On the way, no troublemakers came to cause trouble, saving Lin Sha some effort. The two Western-dressed beauties riding the 'foreign bicycles' naturally drew a lot of attention, with various reactions—astonishment, disdain, indifference, and whispers. Lin Sha also enjoyed the 'thousand eyes' treatment, but he remained calm and followed them to their first customer...