That night when the master gave me a self-defense iron rod, he rode me to the canal beach outside the city. Under the silver moonlight, accompanied by the thunderous sound of the small steamer on the night flight, I was knocked to the ground again and again by him, and was lifted up again and again by the master, erasing the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continuing to fall down, get up again, fall again, get up again, get up again, get up again, get up again, get up again, get up again again.

What the master teaches is either routine, or practical action. When facing the fists and equipment that attacks oneself, how to avoid it, follow the trend and defeat the enemy with one move. Today, traditional Chinese martial arts are already in performance and fitness, so it seems vulnerable to modern fighting techniques. What the master teaches me is for practical combat, not to be beautiful and gorgeous, but to be accurate and in place.

After practicing for more than an hour, the master asked me to rest. I sat down on the river beach with a limp whole body, panting and couldn't stop asking, "Master, who have you learned all these martial arts from?"

"This martial arts of capture is passed down from our ancestors. My father taught me step by step. It is not fancy, simple and practical, and can kill people." This is the first time the master talked about his father to me, and his tone was full of pride.

"Your father is so amazing. We have all told him here that he can fly over the eaves and walls, practiced the golden cover skill, and was incompetent to swords and guns, and hits wherever he pointed his guns." I remembered the stories I heard when I was a child, and exclaimed from the bottom of my heart.

"That's all nonsense. He has been injured several times." The master laughed laughing when he heard my words, "The first trick I taught you today seems simple, but it is actually the most practical. I'll tell you a story about it."

"That's great." I was immediately excited when I heard that the master was going to tell me a story.

The bright moonlight shone tightly on the canal beach. The master pondered the film and started talking. Afterwards, I realized that he wanted to use a real story to encourage me to practice my kung fu. It was this kind of persistence that allowed me to benefit from my subsequent wandering.

In 1942, during the most difficult time of the War of Resistance, the Lu Dazi led a guerrilla brigade of 100 people and still insisted on both sides of the canal. In order to support the war, the Japanese army planned to expand the mining of the canal iron ore in southern Shandong. The 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army located in Baodugu sent instructions, requiring them to smash the enemy's conspiracy.

The Canal Iron Mine is located in the Sanguoyi bordering Sulu. It is a key transportation crisis from ancient times to the present, and is known for its abundant iron ore resources. After the Japanese occupied Xuzhou, they plundered the Canal Iron Mine wildly. At that time, there were 7 Japanese troops and more than 30 mine police guarding the mine. They kept hiring workers from the surrounding area, and hundreds of people were persecuted to death because of their inhuman life.

On a dark and heavy rainy night, Lu Dazi led the soldiers of two squadrons into two assault groups and lurked outside the iron ore. At midnight, the inside line killed the post and came to report that the enemy had finished drinking and playing mahjong, and had just fallen asleep. At the command of Lu Dazi, the two groups rushed to the two rooms where the Japanese puppet lived.

In the east room, the team members shouted, "We are big guys Lu, we will not kill them!" and the puppet soldiers obediently raised their hands and surrendered. The Japanese army in the west room were no longer so obedient. They were cut by the big swords of the warriors who practiced martial arts all day long and could not get up. Everyone thought that the battle was over, and they were thinking of cleaning up the battlefield. The Japanese squad leader who was sleeping in the innermost and pretending to be dead suddenly climbed up and rushed towards the machine gun at the window. A little soldier was quick-eyed and hugged the captain's waist. Who would have thought that this guy turned around suddenly and grabbed the little soldier's neck. A judo twisting technique made the opponent faint. They later learned that the captain was a judo master and had won a good ranking in domestic competitions in Japan.

The captain rushed to the window, picked up a crooked machine gun, and was about to hold the fire at the warrior in front of him. At the critical moment, Big Lu, the body shortened, and made a move to drill the black tiger into the crotch, and then twisted it a little hard. The captain screamed, threw the machine gun, covered his eggs with both hands, and fell to the ground. The soldier next to him quickly stepped forward, repaired a few bayonets before stabbing the Japanese to the ground.

"Master, your father is so awesome!" The master's story was thrilling, making my heart thump nervously.

"It's not that my father is invulnerable to swords and guns, but he relied on these hard skills to escape from danger again and again, and finally survived. Do you understand?" The master looked at me steadily and said earnestly.

"Master, I understand. But... your father... why did he become a counter-revolutionary?" I expressed my doubts.

"It's all those bad guys who have caused unjust cases." The master gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Actually, my mother knows your mother. When her army retreated north in 1947, her mother stayed at my house for a night," I was happy and told me about this.

"Is that?" Under the moonlight, the master widened his eyes and sighed in surprise, "So, we are really destined to be together."

"My mother said, your mother is so tender and tender." When I saw the master happy, I said everything my grandma had said.

"Haha--" the master laughed, "My mother is a lady from southern Jiangsu and a college student from Shanghai. She ran to northern Jiangsu to join the New Fourth Army. Later, she met my father. When they retreated north, it was my elder sister."

"Yes, my mother said that the young wife of the Nanman brought a girl, and she really couldn't tell that she was a mother."

That night, I practiced very late and talked very late, and my relationship seemed to be closer. I originally thought that such a master-disciple friendship would continue my life, but no one expected that it would eventually come to an abrupt end, leaving behind unspeakable sorrows and regrets.

When we returned to the city, it was midnight at the middle of the moon. The soft moonlight fell on the trees in spring, and the mottled light and shadows were jumping happily on our heads. I sat on the back seat of the master's bicycle and suddenly remembered what the day Yin Hong came to look for us. I couldn't stop asking for it, and asked at the master's back: "Master, Yin Hong said he wanted to invite us, why didn't you agree?"

"There is no reason to ask women to pay for a treat." The master pedaled the car in front and said casually, "It is the responsibility of a man who is a man who is a man. A gentleman seeks the way but not for food, not for others to repay him."

"But... but I think she is quite disappointed." I knew the master was right, but I was still a little unwilling.

"Is she disappointed, or are you disappointed?" The master laughed and immediately guessed my thoughts.

"What's there to be disappointment for me?" I lowered my head embarrassedly and quickly denied.

We have arrived at the ancient bell tower at the intersection. The moonlight is on the ground, and the four celestial bodies are quiet, without the busyness of the day. Under the cold moonlight, the black and black ancient bell tower looks extremely mysterious.

"This matter is something, I'll talk about it later after I finish my work." The master pondered for a moment and spoke.

During this period, the master seemed to be very busy. I didn't know what he was busy with, and I was a little unwilling to give up, so I asked in a daze: "When will you finish your work?"

"It's almost done, I can't think about it for long." The master replied confidently.
Chapter completed!