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As soon as I stepped into the door, someone came up to me and said, "Master, those people are here again. They waited for a long time and only left when they saw that you were really not here."

Gong Yutian hummed, turned around and pulled Chu He who had just stepped over the threshold, and said to the newcomer: "Third son, this is my nephew Chu He. I will arrange for him to live with you. You need to take care of his daily life. You can take him to rest first."

"Yes, Master." After saying that, he took the bag handed over by Gong Er and said to Chu He, "Come with me."

Chu He looked at the man, who was tall and strong, with a fierce look on his face, and walked with great vigor. However, his angular face, coupled with his expression that was both good and evil, made it easy to recognize that this was the handsome Ma San.

Ma San is an ambitious and extremely vicious person. His desire for power far outweighs his persistence in martial arts. In the original drama, he was only portrayed as domineering and fierce. There was little description of him suddenly becoming a traitor or turning evil. It was just felt that he was a deliberately arranged villain.

Following behind Ma San, Chu He took two quick steps to catch up with him. Ma San lived in the backyard. As soon as he entered the moon gate, Chu He saw many shirtless men practicing martial arts.

"Big Brother, who is this? Is he the master's new disciple? He's too thin!" Someone came closer and looked at Chu He curiously.

Ma San pushed away the person who was blocking his way and did not answer. Instead, he led Chu He into the room on the right side of the backyard, pointed to the bed on one side and said, "You will live here from now on. I'll be next to you. Call me if you have any problems." After that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Chu He alone in the room.

Chu He looked at the empty room. There were only two beds and a table with an oil lamp. It was extremely simple.

There is nothing on the empty bed board. Could it be that martial artists really rely on their strong firepower to withstand the cold and heat of the four seasons?

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Gong Er came in holding a pile of quilts. He bent down and began to pack them for him: "My father and his family are all rough people, they don't think about these things. If you have anything to say, just tell me. When the cock crows in the morning, you go to the front yard to eat with me. At noon and in the evening, you can eat with them. Okay, you take a rest first, and we can talk tomorrow morning if there is anything."

Seeing Gong Er's quick movements, Chu He's heart, which had been cold all the way, finally warmed up. Seeing Gong Er about to leave, Chu He said, "Thank you, sister."

Gong Er paused, closed the door and left.

He took off his wet clothes, threw them on the table beside him, covered himself with the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep. He was so tired and his health was so poor.

When Chu He woke up the next day, he found that the sun had risen high in the sky, there was no one in the room, and the dirty clothes and wet shoes and socks he had placed on the table were taken away.

Looking through his own attributes, Chu He grinned:

Constitution: 3

Spirit: 4

Agility: 2

Power: 2

Standard juvenile physique.

Even my disabled self is not as good as him.

Just as I was thinking about it, I felt hungry in my stomach, but apart from changing my underwear, I didn't even have shoes and socks to get out of bed.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Gong Er walked in from outside, handed Chu He a set of clothes and said, "This is my training clothes. I think it will fit you. Try it on first. I've washed your shoes and socks. You can wear mine first. Don't mind that they are all men's clothes, just a little bright in color."

Chu He looked at the bright red training suit in his arms, and the corners of his mouth twitched. You call this a bit too gaudy?

Chu He had no choice but to put on his shoes. He lowered his head to put on his shoes. Fortunately, the shoes were nothing fancy, just regular black training shoes.

Looking at Chu He standing there, feeling uncomfortable and tugging at his clothes, Gong Er couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, stop looking, it's all temporary. You're just a kid, why do you care about these things? Come with me to the front to have lunch, Dad is waiting there."

Chu He followed Gong Er and walked towards the front yard. Only then did he have a chance to take a good look at the yard. The backyard was the training ground and the disciples' residence. People shouting and yelling could be seen everywhere, and there were stone locks, iron chains, and wooden dummies everywhere.

The central courtyard should be the residence of Gong Yutian and Gong Er. The main house belongs to Gong Yutian, the east wing should belong to Gong Er, and the west wing must be the ancestral hall of his aunt.

When we arrived at the front yard, there were four sets of bowls and chopsticks placed in the spacious hall, and Gong Yutian had already been sitting there.

Seeing this, Chu He and Gong Er hurriedly took two steps forward and came closer:

"father"

"Uncle"

Gong Yutian smiled and said, "Sit down."

Then he shouted outside: "Old Jiang, come too."

A big bearded man walked in from outside the door with the gait of a dragon and a tiger. A little monkey was sitting on his distinctive dog-skin hat. It was looking around and even threatened Chu He when it saw him. Old Jiang, who had a knife on his waist, sat down at the bottom. The little monkey also consciously slipped off him and sat outside the door.

Gong Yutian pointed at Chu He and said, "Lao Jiang, this is my nephew, Chu He."

"Chu He, this is our security guard Lao Jiang! You can just call him uncle."

Chu He quickly called out, "Uncle Jiang."

Lao Jiang laughed: "Just call me Lao Jiang like a girl, I'm used to it."

Gong Er pursed her lips and smiled.

Gong Yutian picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and the three people below also picked up their bowls and ate without saying a word.

After finishing the meal in silence, Gong Yutian asked, "Chu He, do you have any ideas?"

Chu He answered decisively: "Uncle, I want to learn martial arts from you."

"Oh? Learning martial arts is very hard."

"Uncle, don't worry, I can endure hardships." Chu He said firmly.

Gong Er was also looking at Chu He, while Lao Jiang was leaning against the door frame, smiling and nodding.

Gong Yutian said seriously: "Then let's make a deal. If you want to learn martial arts, you can only take me as your master. Before I agree to let you become a master, you can only call me master, eat and live with others, and treat you the same. I will not treat you differently. Do you agree?"

Chu He bowed down without saying anything and said, "Master!"

Gong Yutian was actually very happy. As a childless man, he still cared a lot about inheritance. Although his daughter was very outstanding, she was extremely talented, but she also had a strong interest in opera and medicine. He just didn't know which path she would take in the future. His eldest disciple Ma San had the qualifications to inherit his mantle, but after all, it was not as comforting as having a son of his own. However, his wife died early, and there was only one daughter in the family, which made Gong Yutian full of regrets.

Chu He's arrival made Gong Yutian feel relieved, and all that was left was to carve this uncut jade.

Even though he is a nephew, all the rules such as paying homage to the master, offering tea, and kowtowing must be followed. There are quite a few people in the Gong family, but few of them are talented or like to practice martial arts. Most of them would rather go fishing than suffer the hardship of practicing martial arts.

Witnessed by many people, Gong Yutian accepted Chu He as his apprentice. He usually left Chu He to his eldest apprentice Ma Sanfu for guidance, and did everything himself the rest of the time.

But the first thing to start with is to lay the foundation for the body.

Then Chu He's ordeal began, and the daily basic training made him miserable.

Stretching the legs and bending the waist: straight stretching, side stretching, forward stretching, splits, and backward bending.

Step types: bow stance, horse stance, empty step, sneak step, rest step, and crouching step.

Straight kicking techniques: front kick, inner kick, outer kick, side kick, and back kick.

Flexion and extension leg techniques: bounce, push, and kick.

Sweeping and turning leg techniques: forward sweep, backward sweep, and circling sweep.

Jumping: flying kick (double kick), whirlwind kick, flying lotus (outside lotus), spinning, and cartwheel.

Technical movements: forward roll, backward roll, back grab, somersault, and tiger leap.

Day after day, year after year.

In a blink of an eye, four years have passed. Chu He, who used to be like a bean sprout, has become much stronger, but his daily homework is still those basic training. Even though Chu He intends to show his extraordinary talent and physical fitness, Gong Yutian is unmoved and still lets him hone his body according to the plan.

On this day, Chu He, who was throwing stone locks in the backyard, suddenly saw a figure flash in the doorway. He rushed over happily.

"Oh, you're sweaty, don't touch me." Gong Er, dressed like a lady, tried to dodge.

But with both her hands full, she had no way of hiding from Chu He, who was like a calf, and was hugged tightly around the waist.

"Sister! You're finally back. I missed you so much!" Chu He hugged Gong Er and spun around.

"Put me down, I stink. If you miss me, I'd be so grateful. Here, the braised chicken neck you asked for. I don't know what weird habit you have that makes you like eating this kind of thing." Gong Er quickly raised the oil paper bag in her hand in front of Chu He.

Chu He put Gong Er on the ground and went to get the oil paper bag.

Gong Er smoothed her clothes in dissatisfaction and threw the oil paper bag to Chu He in a bad mood: "I only have two sets of clothes to go out, and you have ruined them like this, you wash them for me!"

Chu He put his nose to the oil paper bag, sniffing the aroma coming out of it, his face full of intoxication: "Sister, if you want to study medicine, just study medicine. Why do you dress so formally all day? It's better to wear training clothes to be more comfortable."

"That's the school's rule. What can I do? Do you think I'm not uncomfortable?"

"Hehe, it's only been a short time since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, and you're already playing with those foreign things. You're trying to draw a tiger but end up drawing a dog instead. In my opinion, you might as well hire a private one-on-one teacher. With the progress rate in school, how can you learn it in a year?" Chu He pulled Gong Er into the house, unwrapped it, took one and put it in his mouth, and handed another one to Gong Er, but seeing her resisting look, he had to take it back in disappointment.

"Oh, don't say that. I was doing this secretly. My father asked me to study Chinese medicine, but I secretly studied Western medicine. Because of this, he complained about me for a whole year. Now, I have to study both Chinese and Western medicine at the same time. I'm so fed up." Gong Er stopped being tense in front of her brother and started complaining.

During these four years, Chu He had a very fulfilling life in the Gong family, and Gong Yutian and Gong Er, father and daughter, were also very kind to her. Although they called each other master and senior sister in public, Gong Er would not let Chu He call her senior sister in private. The two siblings, who were three years apart in age, became close friends who could talk about anything. Chu He, who was experienced, was always ready to offer words of comfort to Gong Er about her troubles.