Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1202 The Dialect - What a Contrast! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"Unbelievable!" Master Hai Deng looked Fang Yan up and down. Although people often say that medicine and martial arts are inseparable, there are very few people in this day and age who can truly put this into practice.

Learning traditional Chinese medicine or kung fu is a very arduous task. It is already quite remarkable to be able to do one of them well, and very few people can do both well.

He knew that dialects had made great achievements in traditional Chinese medicine, but he didn't expect that they would also be so enthusiastic about promoting Chinese martial arts.

Master Haiteng secretly guessed:

He probably isn't very good at martial arts, but he's quite passionate about it.

Simply put, "I'm not very good at the game, but I love playing!"

After all, he had never seen anyone who was both good at traditional Chinese medicine and incredibly skilled in martial arts.

My nephew, Fan Changting, is that kind of person.

He's alright at medicine, but he's fallen behind in martial arts.

Fang Yan and Fan Changting became friends probably because of this kind of relationship.

He had only ever seen someone who was skilled in both medicine and martial arts in the movies, like Wong Fei-hung.

Fang Yan was unaware that in just a short while, Master Hai Deng had already labeled him as someone who wasn't very good at martial arts.

Upon hearing Master Haiteng's words, Fang Yan politely replied:
"When I became an apprentice, my master taught me both medicine and martial arts, so I just learned them all."

Upon hearing Fang Yan say this, Master Hai Deng became even more convinced of his guess.

But at that moment, Ding Jian said:

"Back then, Master said that Junior Brother was the most talented martial arts student he had ever seen. At first, I didn't believe it, but later I was convinced."

"Second Brother is too kind!" Fang Yan cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Ding Jian.

Ding Jian and Xiao Li still habitually regarded Fang Yan as their youngest junior brother, while as for Lao Hu, they would forget about him as long as he wasn't there.

Master Haiteng was somewhat surprised when he heard this.

Before he could speak, he heard Xiao Li, Huo Fuguan beside him, and Wenwu all nod in agreement.

"The person I've ever met who learns martial arts the fastest and has the highest comprehension is also my junior uncle!" Xiao Li said.

Wenwu also nodded and said:
"That's right, it's so easy to understand at a glance, so easy to learn, and so easy to master in no time, it's quite frightening..."

Huo Fuguan said to Master Haiteng, who looked astonished:

“Last year when we were teaching each other, we hadn’t even learned the Taoist medicine massage techniques he taught us yet, but he had already mastered everything we taught him.”

The monk Hai Deng paused in mid-air with his bamboo chopsticks, his wrinkles around his eyes tightening. After a long while, he slowly put down his chopsticks and began to examine Fang Yan again.

The young man in front of them was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, revealing a well-proportioned wrist. He didn't look like a martial arts expert at all, but Ding Jian and the others spoke with absolute certainty, and the conviction in their eyes was undeniable.

Suddenly he realized that Ding Jian and the others practiced internal martial arts, which were different from his own!

This is different from the obvious external characteristics displayed in external martial arts.

"Young friend Fang... do you really have such skills?" His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement, and his withered fingers unconsciously rubbed together.

A martial artist spends his whole life looking for worthy opponents to spar with, let alone someone with the talent of "understanding at a glance and mastering in one lesson." Suddenly, his old bones started itching.

Fang Yan had just picked up a piece of tofu when he heard this and quickly waved his hand:

"Master, don't listen to their nonsense. I just rely on my good memory and quick memorization of moves. In terms of true skill, I'm far behind."

He knew that most martial artists of the old monk's age were highly competitive, and a real sparring match could easily result in an accident. However, Little Li disagreed, saying:
"Junior Uncle is just being modest!"

"Last time, that Mantis Boxer from Shandong came to our door seeking revenge. If it weren't for our junior uncle standing up for us, we would have been wiped out."

Ding Jian nodded:

"Yes, that's right! At the last moment, it was Junior Brother who stepped up and turned the tide!"

Upon hearing about the revenge visit, Monk Haiteng immediately became interested and asked what had happened. Many people at the scene knew about it, so they began to share their stories.

Fang Yan was at a loss; couldn't everyone see that the old monk just wanted to challenge him to a duel?

If you keep saying that, aren't you just tempting people to get their hands on you?

Sure enough, when Ding Jian and Xiao Li recounted the scene of Fang Yan's battle with Shan Haoran from their perspective, the two of them spoke with great passion.

"That guy surnamed Shan is as strong as a wall, and he started playing dirty tricks right away! While my fourth junior brother, Shang Yunxiang, was trying to reason with him, he suddenly used a Praying Mantis Fist eye-grabbing move, aiming straight for his eye!" Ding Jian gestured excitedly, and everyone in the room put down their chopsticks to listen to his story.

Ding Jian continued:

"The fourth brother never expected him to be so unruly. He was knocked unconscious in one move without even uttering a sound! Then the third brother went up and was kicked by him, leaving him clutching his chest and unable to breathe for a long time."

"Our eldest brother was the most experienced. He went up with his stick to fight, but that bastard was thick-skinned and tough. He took several blows and acted like nothing had happened. In the end, the stick was taken away from him, and he almost crippled our eldest brother! At that time, the three of us thought it was all over. I was so angry, but I was also angry that I was sitting there and couldn't move! I could see that bastard was about to kick Master's door with his stick!"

Xiao Li eagerly picked up the conversation, saying:

"That's right! We were all stunned! Luckily, Junior Uncle was protecting my master and me, guarding the back to prevent Shan Haoran from escaping. But seeing that several of his senior uncles had fallen, he suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Shan Haoran! When Shan Haoran saw Junior Uncle come out, he didn't say a word, and swung that thick stick around, bringing it down on Junior Uncle's head with a gust of wind! It was like splitting a mountain!"

Xiao Li paused for a moment, his tone becoming admiring:

"But Junior Uncle is amazing! Just look at how he lightly tapped his foot, his body 'whoosh' leaned back, and the stick grazed past his nose! His sense of distance was incredible! Then Junior Uncle disappeared as if he had vanished, and in one leap he was right in front of Shan Haoran! Shan Haoran was trying to hold his breath and take Junior Uncle's punch head-on, but..."

Xiao Li slammed his hand on the table, somewhat relieved, and said:
"Hey, Junior Uncle already had his weapon in hand! Two dark iron birch sticks! Then we heard a series of muffled thuds as they hit that guy's navel and lower abdomen! Those are soft spots that he can't train! Dan Haoran's face turned green on the spot, and he howled in pain, clutching his stomach and rolling around!"

As Master Haiteng listened, he looked at Fang Yan, completely unable to believe that Fang Yan's face could produce such an action.

Xiao Li continued his story:

"Junior Uncle didn't stop, he kept hitting him! Shan Haoran is a mad dog too, he struggled to his feet and wildly swung his stick, forcing Junior Uncle to give him some distance. And guess what happened?" Little Li's eyes lit up as he imitated Fang Yan's actions at the time.

Master Haiteng asked:

"how?"

Xiao Li said:

"Instead of retreating, Junior Uncle charged forward, using the same eye-wiping move that Shan Haoran had used at the beginning! But this move came with 'spice'! Junior Uncle flicked his wrist, and 'whoosh,' a handful of bright red chili powder, Sichuan peppercorn powder, and black pepper powder smeared all over Shan Haoran's bear-like face!"

"Huh? Chili powder?" Master Hai Deng looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Xiao Li corrected:

"Not just chili powder, but also black pepper and Sichuan peppercorns!"

Master Haiteng was taken aback. Was this the key point?

Everything he said before was fine, but the underhanded tricks he pulled later were something he never expected.

Can dialects really do something like this? The contrast is too much!
PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 27000 words.

That's all for today, please come early tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)