The Republic of China: From Storyteller to God

"Drunken Fist?"

Aunt Thirteen looked surprised: "Feihong, you know Drunken Fist?"

"..."

Wong Fei-hung was both amused and exasperated: "Didn't Brother Liu say he wanted to tell a story?"

Aunt Thirteen covered her mouth and chuckled, "I've never seen you drunk before!"

The militia members were also intrigued by the story and urged him to continue.

"Brother Liu, please speak quickly."

"Is Drunken Fist a style of boxing that can only be practiced while drunk?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Liu Che took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, in Foshan, Guangdong, there is a famous martial arts master named Huang Linying."

He was highly skilled in martial arts, one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, and had once served as a combat instructor for the troops under the General Who Guards Guangdong, earning him great respect.

"Tooth-Crush Su, that's Master!"

Pork Rong nudged Yacha Su with his elbow, beaming with delight.

Toothbrush Su winced in pain, glared at him, and then looked at Wong Fei-hung with a complicated expression.

Of all the people in the room, besides Aunt Thirteen, only Pork Rong and his master Huang Linying had met him before.

Since my master passed away, my master has become more and more like him.

Huang Feihong picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

He hadn't heard anyone mention his father in a long time.

Liu Che continued, "Master Huang Linying was an upright man who disdained to collude with corrupt officials. So he resigned from his official post and opened a clinic, selling herbal remedies for bruises and sprains while also teaching students. This clinic was Baozhilin."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and examined the clinic, their hearts filled with emotion.

When Master Huang Linying was alive, Baozhilin was the only place that poor families could rely on for salvation.

Even today, Po Chi Lam remains a sanctuary that shelters people from the wind and rain.

A delicate fragrance, like that of orchids and sesame, slowly wafted through the air, and Liu Che's mind gradually calmed down. He seemed to see a dreamlike world.

In the illusionary world, a slender man with well-defined muscles and piercing eyes is instructing a young child on how to practice horse stance.

The child's appearance is that of Wong Fei-hung in his childhood.

"Feihong, you must remember that my Huang Family Fist is derived from Shaolin Hung Kuen, which originated from the military martial arts of the previous dynasty. Therefore, it is known for its fierceness and emphasizes hard stances and solid footwork, so the stance must be firmly planted."

Among Hung Kuen, there are many styles of fist techniques. Your father is most skilled in Tiger Style Fist and Crane Style Fist, which are known as the Tiger and Crane Dual Forms.

But no matter what kind of boxing style it is, if you practice it to a high level, it will have its own power.

No matter how exquisite the martial arts technique, it ultimately depends on who wields it.

Liu Che's mind sank into a fantasy world, as if he were there, watching Huang Linying teach Huang Feihong the Tiger Crane Double Form Fist.

And he continued to tell the story of Drunken Fist.

"Back then, Huang Feihong had been learning martial arts at a martial arts school since he was a child."

As he grew older, his martial arts skills improved.

However, he was unruly and always caused trouble for his father, Huang Linying.

The militia members found this amusing and started teasing, "Master, we didn't expect you didn't listen to your grandmaster when you were a kid either!"

"go."

Huang Feihong laughed and cursed, but inwardly he felt quite wistful.

He also recalled his childhood misbehavior and the punishment he received from his father.

Chen Xiangwan, who was standing to the side, did not joke or laugh, but stared blankly at Liu Che.

No one knows how shocked he was at that moment.

He didn't see wrong, did he?

Is Liu Che experiencing this as if he were actually there?

But isn't his signature storybook "The Complete Story of Yue Fei"?

How could he have become so immersed in this story he told so casually?

Could it be that he actually created his own storybook?

How is that possible?

He had never seen anyone who could create their own storybook.

Even his master couldn't do it!

Although all the stories in this world are created by people.

But Liu Che has only just begun his journey!

Moreover, he was only a ninth-rank storyteller, so how could he create his own storybooks?

Judging from Liu Che's state, he was clearly already "immersed" in the world of the storybook.

Could it be that Liu Che's talent is even greater than his master's?

The others didn't notice his shock; they were all captivated by the story.

One day, Wong Fei-hung went to the market with his fellow disciples and met a young and beautiful girl there.

One of the junior disciples was so captivated by the girl's beauty that he exclaimed, "If I could kiss her, I would gladly give up a few years of my life."

Among his fellow disciples, Wong Fei-hung loved to show off. Upon hearing this, he said, "Getting her to kiss you? That's too easy. I want her to hug me and kiss me!"

Upon hearing this, Wong Fei-hung immediately became restless: "This...this is too..."

The militia members laughed so hard they nearly fell over, slapping their thighs in disbelief.

Aunt Thirteen couldn't help but chuckle, teasing Wong Fei-hung, "Fei-hung, were you this mischievous when you were little?"

"I've never done anything so absurd!"

Huang Feihong interrupted Liu Che with a wry smile: "Brother Liu, you can tell your story, but why are you making up stories about me like this?"

While reading, Liu Che's consciousness could freely switch between the world of illusion and reality.

Interrupted by him, Liu Che snapped out of his daze and laughed, "Master Huang, storytelling and opera are meant to persuade people to do good. I'm using you as an example to explain the principle of guiding people towards goodness."

Don't worry, someone will come and discipline you soon.

After saying that, he continued his story, mentioning how Wong Fei-hung deliberately teased the girl, but was caught by the girl's mother and punished.

Huang Feihong was satisfied only after hearing that he himself in the story was punished.

Liu Che continued talking about the two of them exchanging blows.

"The woman first assumed the double palm exchange stance, then stepped forward to strike with her palms."

This was the style of Baguazhang. Huang Feihong recognized it at a glance and wanted to use brute force to overcome skill. He launched a powerful attack, aiming straight for the woman's face, hoping to force her to dodge.

Little did they know, they had fallen into the woman's trap.

The woman extended her palm, drawing Huang Feihong's weight below his waist, and then delivered a powerful kick to his face.

This is actually a hook kick technique from the Chuojiao school; the kick is tricky and difficult to defend against...

Although Liu Che lacked the ability to "captivate" the audience, Huang Feihong, listening to his description, was able to visualize the process of the two fighting in the story.

Because the moves Liu Che mentioned were indeed the offensive and defensive techniques of Hung Kuen and Chuojiao.

If he had encountered such a master of Chuojiao (戳脚门) when he was young, and the master used the double palm exchange stance of Baguazhang (八卦掌) to lure him into attacking, he might have actually fallen for it.

Chen Xiangwan, who was standing to the side, also looked surprised as she listened.

No?

Is that what the book says?

How did he manage to reveal all of someone else's moves and techniques?

In this school, storytellers use a fixed form of "praise" to describe fights.

This is a skill that requires oral instruction from a master. Similarly, there are "character praises," "weapon praises," "mount praises," and so on.

These fixed "praises" are all fixed illusions created by predecessors to help novice storytellers quickly master the skill of "captivating the audience."

As long as the storyteller understands and masters the relevant "praise," he can quickly guide the listener to see the relevant illusions.

However, Liu Che's statement did not use the word "praise," but rather directly described the moves the character made when he attacked.

This is a bit beyond the scope of the curriculum!

The storyteller isn't a martial artist, so how come he knows so much about the moves of various martial artists?