As Master Li's biological son, he is of course also his eldest disciple, and Fang Lang can only be second. According to seniority, Fang Lang must call Li Xiangang "senior brother".
Fang Lang was very accustomed to this kind of seniority matters. In his previous life, he was in his thirties and had a little uncle who was less than eighteen years old!
So, when he saw Li Xiangang, Fang Lang politely bowed to him and said:
"Big Brother, long time no see."
The two men greeted each other, and Li Xiangang said to the young men squatting in the yard:
"During the two incense sticks of time, no one is allowed to slack off. If anyone slacks off, everyone will have to stand for an extra incense stick of time. He Yuankui, you are responsible for supervision."
A big boy who looked very strong in the team responded loudly.
Everyone had a look of pain on their faces, but they didn't dare to move.
After instructing the children on how to practice, Li Xiangang turned to Fang Lang and said:
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"Junior brother, let me take you to see my father. Yesterday, my sister and her family came back, and my mother said she wanted you to come to our house for dinner!
My dad said you were busy and would come over when you were free, but I didn't expect you to come over so early in the morning."
Fang Lang smiled and pointed at his grandfather.
"I made an appointment with the old man last night. Now that I'm home, I must come to see the master and see if I can get the master to formally teach me Bajiquan."
After saying that, he pointed to the young men who were practicing martial arts in the courtyard and said:
"Where did these little guys come from?"
Li Xiangang didn't have much contact with Fang Lang, but he knew that his junior brother was his family's savior.
He is a rare big shot both in Brazil and in the United States.
Therefore, when Li Xiangang faced Fang Lang, it was difficult for him to act like a senior brother. Instead, he showed a hint of respect.
After hearing Fang Lang's words, he led the way to the backyard and said to Fang Lang:
“This is all because the Chinese children in the village all come to the boxing gym to practice boxing during the school holidays.
Most of them were brought here by the elders in the family. They were reluctant at first, but now they have accepted their fate.”
Hearing this, Fang Lang laughed out loud:
“These brats should be properly disciplined somewhere. Now it’s good for them to practice martial arts in the martial arts hall to strengthen their bodies.
Otherwise, if you play crazy outside, you won’t know how much trouble you will get into.
These people can still be taught!
We are planning to introduce Bajiquan into our Chinese schools in the future, and every Chinese child can take this course as an elective."
“After being taught, these little guys are a little naughty, but their physical fitness is still very good.
They are all very strong, and there should be two good fighters among them."
"Oh! You can still come up with two good moves, which is rare."
The old man walking beside Fang Lang heard this and smiled:
"Everyone's life is good now. There is milk, beef and mutton in the house. How can our health be bad?
Xian Gang! I tell you, don't relax your requirements on them just because they are young.
It’s not enough to have two good players, you have to train them both.”
Hearing this, Li Xiangang seemed a little embarrassed. Fang Lang said helplessly:
"Grandpa, practicing Kung Fu requires talent. Not everyone is suitable for practicing Kung Fu, and not everyone is suitable for practicing Bajiquan.
Even if you force them to practice, they may not necessarily achieve anything good.
By then, when masters from other sects come over to open schools and teach disciples, some people may not have talent in the eighth-level boxing, but it will be fine if they can master other kung fu!
It always helps us Chinese people to have a good physical quality and not be easily bullied. "
Upon hearing this, the old man knew that he couldn't force it, so he could only nod.
They crossed the first courtyard and came to the second courtyard. After going around a screen wall, they saw that there was also a martial arts training ground in the middle of the second courtyard, which was almost as big as the front courtyard.
At this time, there were fifty or sixty young men in the middle of the field, practicing Bajiquan routines step by step. Standing in the front and watching was Li Yunze.
Li Yunze saw the people coming in at a glance, and nodded to the old man with a smile.
The old man also smiled and nodded, and it was obvious that the two of them were very familiar with each other.
Fang Lang's eyes met his master's, but he felt his whole body tense up, as if he was being stared at and was about to be taught a lesson.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
But Fang Lang still flattered himself and smiled at Li Yunze.
The master didn't say much, but just nodded his head and signaled Li Xiangang to take everyone to the backyard to sit down first.
Li Xiangang didn't say much, but led everyone around the corridor and walked towards the backyard.
According to the rules of wealthy families, one cannot enter or leave the backyard at will.
But now, Master Li and his family regard the martial arts school as their home. The two front courtyards are where they teach their apprentices to practice martial arts, while the backyard is where the family lives.
In addition, given Fang Lang's relationship with his master, when he came to visit his home, he would naturally be welcomed into the backyard.
Fang Lang took a look at the young people in the yard. They were obviously not children who grew up in their overseas Chinese village. Moreover, they all seemed to have some basic knowledge of martial arts. He asked Li Xiangang beside him:
"How come you have so many disciples so quickly?"
"Oh! These were sent by the immigration company. They said they were Bajiquan coaches trained for Chinese schools. They are all young people who have just immigrated here and have some basic knowledge of martial arts.
Now my father mainly teaches everyone the routines and force-generating techniques of Bajiquan, and then organizes everyone to practice sparring, so that they can become familiar with the actual fighting methods of Bajiquan as soon as possible.
After the Chinese schools start, they will be assigned to teach in the various schools below. "
Li Xiangang explained in a low voice into Fang Lang's ear.
Hearing this, Fang Lang nodded and said to the senior brother:
“I see there are only 50 or 60 people here. How long will it take for them to get the corresponding coaching qualifications?
Many of our schools seem to have already started classes, so I wonder if the schedule is too tight."
Li Xiangang's expression froze at this question. Obviously, he was not aware of his father's certification standards for these coaches' qualifications.
I can only say somewhat embarrassedly:
"You might want to ask my father about this. He never told me this."
As the three of them were talking, they had already arrived at the main hall opposite the second courtyard. The main hall was very spacious, and in the middle hung a portrait of an old man wearing a small round hat and a long beard.
This was also the first time Fang Lang saw this portrait and he was stunned. Fortunately, Li Xiangang knew that although his junior brother was his junior brother, he had not actually started to formally learn from his father and must not know much about Bajiquan.
He smiled and said:
"This is the founder of our Bajiquan, his name is Wu Zhong."
Fang Lang coughed twice to hide his embarrassment. After all, he was now nominally one of the successors of Bajiquan. He didn't expect that he didn't even recognize his own ancestor. If he told others about it, people would laugh at him. He quickly took a closer look.
Even the old man turned away embarrassedly, not daring to look at the person in the portrait, for fear that the other person would jump out of the portrait and tear apart his grandson, the person who betrayed his teacher and ancestors.
Without stopping, everyone walked through the main hall and into the backyard. The backyard was not small, but it was obviously much smaller than the two front yards.
After passing the screen wall, it is not the same as the previous place where all the training grounds are located.
Instead, a lot of green plants were planted, which looks lush and verdant. There is also a rockery next to the screen wall, which gives it a feeling of a Jiangnan garden with a different scene at every step.
As soon as he walked out of the screen wall, Li Xiangang started shouting inside.
"Mom! Mr. Fang and Junior Brother Fang are here!"
Soon, three figures came out from the main hall at the back. One of them was a middle-aged woman who quickly stepped forward and greeted the three people warmly:
"Oh! The old man is here, come in, come in and sit down.
And Lang'er is here too, come in quickly, come in quickly.
Yumei, go and pour tea for the old man and your senior brother."
The old man obviously often visited the master's backyard. He waved his hand at Fang Lang's wife and said:
"Sister-in-law Li, please stop busying yourself. We are all neighbors. I am an unwelcome guest who comes almost every day, but I don't deserve your hospitality every day.
These are your two daughters, right? They are so pretty. "
Fang Lang also took advantage of the opportunity to shout:
"Master's Wife!"
After hearing what the old man said, Madam Fang Lang finally reacted and quickly called the two sisters to Old Master Li and said:
"Oh! Look at my brain, Yumei, Yulan, come and meet your senior brother's grandfather.
Mr. Fang, your father and I are here thanks to your care."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled the two daughters in front of the old man, pointed at the two of them, and introduced them to Mr. Fang respectively:
"This is my elder sister Li Yumei, and this is my younger sister Li Yulan. Call me grandpa!"
The two sisters politely called Grandpa Fang "Grandpa."
The old man was obviously very fond of the beautiful twins and his face was full of smiles.
He laughed and said:
"Hahahaha...Okay, okay, be good, be good.
Come, come, this is the red envelope that grandpa gave you, one for each of you, take it quickly."
While the two sisters were greeting the old man, the master's wife smiled and nodded at Fang Lang:
"Well! Come in and sit down!"
It can be considered as a greeting to Fang Lang.
Turning around and seeing the red envelope that the old man took out, he smiled and said to the two sisters:
"Why don't you thank Grandpa!"
Knowing that this was the red envelope that their mother agreed to give to the old man, the two sisters thanked him repeatedly. While taking the red envelope handed over by the old man, they said to him:
“Thank you, Grandpa!”
Fang Lang also stepped forward and handed the gift in his hand to the master's wife and said:
"Master's wife, these are some small gifts I brought back from Natal. They are all food. I'll give them to you and Master to try."
The master's wife took it with a smile on her face, not being polite to Fang Lang at all.
"Okay, okay, okay, Lang'er, you are thoughtful, and Master's Wife will not be polite to you.
Come in and sit down."
As he spoke, he welcomed the old man and Fang Lang into the main hall in the backyard and sat them down.
The Li sisters quickly served tea to Fang Lang and the old man. They chatted for a while about the Fang sisters' studies, and then Master Li Yunze walked in.
Fang Lang quickly stood up and saluted:
"master!"
Li Yunze smiled at Fang Lang and nodded, saying "hmm". Fang Lang, who thought he was going to be taught a lesson, breathed a sigh of relief.
The master had already started chatting with the old man. After a few words, the old man pointed at Fang Lang and said:
"Master Li, you have real kung fu. Although my grandson has already worshipped you as his master, he has never really learned from you. This is a rare opportunity for him to come back to visit his family.
I sent him here early in the morning. You must take this opportunity to teach him a lesson.
This kid is a soldier and has good skills, so I feel more at ease."
Li Yunze smiled and said to the old man:
"Don't worry, old man. I have the same idea. Although this kid has taken me as his master, he has never learned a single day from me. If he goes out and fights with others one day and gets defeated, I will be embarrassed."
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