Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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Si Feng was eager to try. He threw away the scoop net, got a long vine, and followed Song Yun's example, standing on the shore and staring at the water.
Song Yun demonstrated it to him again, and another fish entered the bucket.
Si Feng thought it was very simple and felt that he had mastered the fishing technique. He was full of confidence. When he saw a fish floating up and blowing bubbles, he confidently swung the long vine in his hand. With a "snap", the vine hit the water surface, but the fish had already dived into the water. Moreover, the "snap" sound he made was not quite the same as the "snap" sound Song Yun made.
Song Ziyi said, "You can't do it. You don't have the speed and strength to hit the fish."
Being told no by a little guy, how could Si Fengge, as a real man, accept it? "This is just my first time trying, I haven't gotten the hang of it yet. I just need to try a few more times."
So he tried it a second time, a third time, and a fourth time - and the results were the same.
Even Ji Yuanhui couldn't bear to watch it anymore, "Alright, you don't have the skills to catch fish, so just watch Xiaoyun fish."
Si Feng sighed and dropped the long vine in his hand, "I really can't do it."
Song Ziyi handed the scoop net in his hand to Si Fengge, and he picked up Si Fengge and threw away the long vine, "Let me try."
"You little brat, I can't do it, but you can?" Si Fengbi laughed at him.
Song Ziyi raised his chin with a proud look on his face, "I am my sister's chief disciple, I am sure I can do it."
Si Feng didn't believe it at all, and stood aside with the copied website, waiting to see Song Ziyi make a fool of himself.
Song Ziyi seized the opportunity, whipped the fish, and brought up two fish at once.
Si Feng was dumbfounded. "You're really good at this, have you practiced before?"
Song Ziyi raised his chin even higher, "Of course, didn't I tell you that I'm my sister's chief disciple? If you want to learn, you have to look after my senior brother."
Song Yun was coming over from the other side with two fish in her arms. When she heard what Ziyi said, she almost stumbled and fell.
"Ziyi, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Si is Uncle Ji's apprentice. Why should he be your senior brother?"
Ji Yuanhui laughed heartily. "No, no, if you're willing to teach Feng Ke Kung Fu, you can have him call you Master. I don't mind."
Song Yun said hurriedly, "If you want to learn, I can teach you. You really don't need to call me Master. You really don't need to." She didn't dare to do something that would go against her will.
If it were in the past, Ji Yuanhui and Si Feng would not take the idea of learning Kung Fu seriously, let alone waste time learning it. After all, they had too much to do and could not spare the time to learn anything else.
But after they were robbed and thrown into the sea and nearly lost their lives last time, their thoughts changed.
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on heaven or earth.
If they have strong skills, there will be no danger.
"Okay, when we get back, Feng Ge and I will take one day every week to learn martial arts from you, how about that?"
Song Yun nodded readily, "Okay, I will definitely teach you everything I know when the time comes."
Song Ziyi raised his hand. "I can teach you, too. I know a lot. If my sister isn't available, how about I be your substitute teacher?"
The three of them were amused by Ziyi.
Si Feng pinched Zi Yi's cute cheeks and scolded him with a smile, "You little brat, you failed to become the senior apprentice, and now you want to be my master?"
They laughed and played by the river and caught a bucket of fish of different sizes, eight in total, all alive.