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For a nation, military strength is always an important measure of its foundation. We must not lose martial arts, and we, the Han people, must not lose our backbone. "

Looking at the extremely solemn Gong Yutian, Chu He was in awe. Although some of Gong Yutian's words seemed a bit biased to him, he sincerely admired his backbone, his courage and his persistence. After hundreds of years of destruction of Han culture by the Qing court, what remained was not the result of these persistent talents. If it weren't for them, the backbone of the Han people would have been pulled out and crippled, so how could there be this splendid culture of 5000 years!

The process of learning martial arts is boring and painful. Even Chu He had to add a few attributes to himself before he could reluctantly continue learning after failing several times.

Chu He: 16 years old

Constitution: 8

Spirit: 7

Agility: 7

Power: 7

Attribute points remaining: 1

Skill: Bald BUFF (Bald combat power increased by 50%) - Talented skill

Chu He's current physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, but his talent in martial arts is still not as good as Gong Er and Ma San. Ma San's powerful Xingyiquan is also extremely domineering, and Chu He often has to use all his skills to withstand a few moves from him.

However, Gong Er's sixty-four moves were delayed because she had lost her obsession with being a warrior. Now, apart from studying opera, she was also studying medicine. She would only use the sixty-four moves again as a sparring partner for Chu He.

It has to be said that Chu He still changed the trajectory of Gong Er's life. Now Gong Er no longer worries about the future of the Gong family and the dignity of the Gong family. Anyway, with Chu He in front of her, she really became the eldest daughter of the Gong family. What can be heard more in the room are the humming singing and Chu He's muffled groans.

In the entire Gong family, only Chu He could be used as a human specimen for Gong Er's medical experiments. Chu He was often dragged into the room by Gong Er, stripped down to his underwear, and laid trembling on the bed, at the mercy of others.

"Sister, can you take a break for two days? The bump on my head hasn't gone away yet. Can you please let me go?" Chu He begged pitifully.

"Just lie still. The bump on your head wasn't caused by me." Gong Er shouted sternly.

"That was also indirectly caused by you." Chu He was not convinced.

"Why did you run away when I was giving you an acupuncture injection? And you blame me for bumping into the pillar?" Gong Er rolled his eyes.

"Why would a good person stab someone in the ass?"

"It's not the buttocks, it's called Huiyang acupoint, it's good for men."

"You also know that I'm a man, and there shouldn't be physical contact between men and women." Chu He grabbed his belt and resisted desperately.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm your sister. I raised you from childhood. I've seen everything about you. Hurry and take off your pants. It's useless to keep pulling them. You'll have to get a needle sooner or later." Gong Er picked up the silver needle and kept gesturing in front of Chu He.

Chu He was still huddled in the corner, looking ready to die.

Gong Er reluctantly put down the silver needle in his hand, grabbed a towel and wiped his hands: "You don't need the injection, come here and let me beat you up. I heard from my father that you already have 7% of his skills, and you are improving rapidly. Come and let Senior Sister teach you some moves!"

"Sister, please let me go, I can't beat you, okay!" Chu He remained motionless, like a frightened puppy.

"Come on, come on. I promise I'll be gentler this time. Either you give me an acupuncture injection or you let me beat you up. It's your choice." Gong Er began to pinch her fingers, and the crackling sound frightened Chu He's heart.

As if thinking of something horrible, Chu He made up his mind, pulled his pants down, and lay on the bed with a fearless look, closing his eyes.

Gong Er nodded in satisfaction, disinfected again, and began to give injections. As he did so, he said, "What do you think the foreigners were thinking? The gloves they made are not only gentle on the hands, but also absorb sweat. They feel great when you're giving someone a beating."

Chu He endured the physical discomfort and hummed in response. (Well, you feel comfortable, but even if you wear protective gear, it is still uncomfortable to be beaten by sixty-four hands.)

Gong Er continued to mutter, "Recently, the Japanese have all fled south, leaving only the police, merchants, and a group of women in the city.

The entire village of Wujiazi was killed by the Japanese. My father told me that a few uncles couldn't help it and ambushed one of their squads, killing no one. Then they ran over there, and the Japanese sent a regiment of people to chase them.

There are more and more people in the city now, and many people from the south have come here, with mixed accents. "

At this time, Chu He asked, "Sister? Didn't the master forbid you to go out? How did you hear that?"

"Dad is going to the south next year, and he has asked me to go out and inquire about the news. It would be more convenient for me to visit the uncles and aunts, as it is not convenient for Dad and Lao Jiang to show up." Gong Er replied.

Is the plot about to begin? Chu He thought to himself.

"You don't know that except for a few martial artists with large families in the north, the rest have already gone to the south. They are very supportive of Dad's trip to the south this time."

"That's right. With the telephone, communication is more convenient. They are well fed and warmed, so of course they want to have fun."

"Hey, stop complaining. You've been complaining for so many years, and you still haven't stopped. Do you really think that dad has been idle these years? When you can't see him, he often goes out to kill some evildoers." Gong Er defended his father.

"Really? Ouch!" Chu He was so excited that he forgot that there was still a needle in his body. He turned around and was about to sit up, but he was knocked down by the pain in an instant.

"Behave yourself, my needles are useless again!" Gong Er said dissatisfiedly.

He then continued, "Of course it's true. I washed his clothes myself, and I can recognize the blood stains on them at a glance."

"Then why didn't he let us go too?"

"Who do you think you are? Have you forgotten the rules your father told you a few years ago? The rules are to not be discovered. With your mediocre skills, you will be recognized if you show them even a little bit."

"I'm just an amateur? I'm the master's personal disciple!"

"You're still far from it. You can't even beat Ma San."

"Sister, Ma San is a little too sinister now. He attacks hard and cruelly. None of the brothers who fought with him were unharmed." Chu He mentioned it intentionally.

Gong Er didn't care: "In martial arts, it is better to move forward than to stop. Only those who move forward courageously are martial artists."

He sighed: "Alas, just like me, I worry too much, think too much, care too much, and learn too much, so I became like this. But fortunately, I have you, otherwise my father would be very disappointed."

Yes, luckily I am here, otherwise you would be in big trouble!

Thinking of this, Chu He raised his head and said to Gong Er seriously: "Sister, please promise me something."

"What's the matter? Tell me first!"

"Promise first!"

"How can I agree if you don't tell me?"

"I swear on my chicken neck that this is a serious matter." Chu He said seriously.

Gong Er chuckled, her bright eyes narrowed into slits: "Okay, okay, I'll agree to your request for your favorite chicken necks. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"If one day you encounter something that is difficult to decide, you must ask for my opinion first before making a decision, okay?"

"What problem can I have for you, little brat? Do you still have to make the decision for me?" Gong Er said disdainfully.

"Didn't you agree to it? Remember, this is your promise!" Chu He stamped the promise.

"Okay, okay, okay. All up to you!" Gong Er still coaxed him like a child.

You won't agree with me? Although I have intervened, who knows if the inertia of history will make things happen again. I will be in a dilemma at that time. I can't lose Sakura's gift.

The OOXXth day of missing Sakura!

In the blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Gong Haneda announced that he would retire after the Spring Festival and then choose his successor. However, it would be up to his disciples to decide who would join him when he retired.

The time is set from the 5th to the 7th day of the first lunar month.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, especially Ma San, whose cold face actually showed a hint of a smile.

Chu He also thought that this partnership was the beginning of Ma San's ambition. If he could grab the position of partner, perhaps the subsequent plot would be simpler, Gong Yutian would not die, and Gong Er would not give up everything to seek revenge.

Thinking of this, Chu He whispered to Gong Er beside him: "Sister, shave my head later."

Gong Er glanced at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Uncle is still waiting for you to come back to the island city!"

Chu He was choked.

What an evil custom! Don't you know that the ancients said, 'I get a haircut in the first month of the lunar year to miss my uncle?' It means to miss someone.

Damn! I had planned everything, but I didn't expect this. It seems that the way to cheat is blocked.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, a simple internal selection began in the martial arts training ground in the backyard.

There are 7 people plus Chu He, a total of 8 people. Gong Er gave up. She no longer has any interest in martial arts.

Fight against each other from 8 to 4, from 4 to 2 on the sixth day, and the final on the seventh day.

As fate would have it, Ma San, the most outstanding disciple, won two games in a row and easily entered the finals. On the other hand, Chu He also joined forces with Ma San by relying on the Gong family's unique skills and excellent physical talent.

In the martial arts training ground, Ma San rolled up his sleeves and stood there quietly, watching Chu He pacing back and forth opposite him.

At this moment, he was like a tiger ready to pounce, his sharp eyes seemed to be looking for the next place to bite.

But Chu He was like a wandering wolf, pacing back and forth, as if measuring the land, or looking for flaws.

"Junior brother, fists and feet have no eyes, so be careful." Ma San was the first to take a stance.

"Brother, I'm sorry!" Chu He simply stretched out his hand and then attacked closely.

In the past few years, apart from Gong Er, Ma San and Chu He were the ones who fought the most. The two were very familiar with each other's routines, and there was no testing, just a head-on fight.

Ma San was extremely powerful, and his moves were wide and wide, with the burst of force making his arms hum in the air.