As Master Li's biological son, he is also the direct disciple of Master Li, and Fang Lang can only be ranked second. According to seniority, Fang Lang must call Li Xiangang senior brother.
Fang Lang is very accustomed to this kind of seniority thing. In his previous life, he was in his thirties and had a younger uncle who was less than eighteen years old!
Therefore, when Fang Lang saw Li Xiangang, he bowed his hands to Li Xiangang politely and said:
"Elder brother, long time no see."
The two greeted each other and Li Xiangang said to the young people squatting on horseback in the yard:
"No one is allowed to be lazy during the two sticks of incense. If one person is lazy, we will all stand for one extra stick of incense. He Yuankui, you are responsible for supervising."
A big boy who looked very strong in the team said loudly.
Everyone looked in pain, but they didn't dare to make any move.
After explaining the children who were practicing the exercises, Li Xiangang turned to Fang Lang and said:
"Junior brother, let me take you to see your father. Yesterday, my sister and the others came back, and my mother said she would let you come home for dinner!
My dad said that you were busy and would come over when you were free. Unexpectedly, you came over so early this morning. "
Fang Lang smiled, pointed at his grandfather and said:
"I made an appointment with the old man last night. Now that I'm home, I definitely want to meet the master. I also want to see if I can let the master officially teach me how to practice Bajiquan."
After speaking, he pointed to the young men 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 also knew that his junior brother was his family's savior.
Whether in Brazil or in the United States, he is a rare big shot.
Therefore, when Li Xiangang faced Fang Lang, it was difficult for him to act like a senior brother, but instead showed a trace of respect.
After hearing Fang Lang's words, he led the way to the backyard and said to Fang Lang:
"These are all Chinese children in the village. Everyone takes advantage of school holidays to go to the boxing gym to practice boxing.
Most of them were suggested by the old men in the family. They were reluctant at first, but now they are a little resigned to their fate. "
Hearing this, Fang Lang laughed loudly:
“These little brats should find a place to control them properly. It’s good to practice martial arts in the martial arts gym to keep fit.
Otherwise, you will get into a lot of trouble if you play wildly outside.
These people can still teach me!
In the future, we plan to introduce Bajiquan into our Chinese schools, and every Chinese child can take this course. "
“After being taught, these little guys may be a little naughty, but their physical fitness is still very good.
All of them are very strong, and there should be two good players here. "
"Oh! It's rare to have two good hands."
When the old man walking next to Fang Lang heard this, he also smiled and said:
"Everyone's life is easy now. The house is full of milk and the beef and mutton are cooked well. Is your physical condition bad?
Show your strength! I tell you, don’t relax your demands on them just because they are young.
Two good players are not enough, you have to train them all. "
Hearing this, Li Xiangang seemed a little embarrassed, and Fang Lang said helplessly next to him:
"Grandpa, practicing kung fu also requires talent. Not everyone is suitable for practicing kung fu, and not everyone is suitable for practicing Bajiquan.
If you force them to practice, they may not be able to become famous.
At that time, when masters from other sects come to open schools and teach apprentices, some people will not be talented in level eight boxing, but they can succeed in other martial arts!
It can always help us Chinese to have good physical fitness and no longer be easily bullied. "
When the old man heard this, he knew he couldn't force it, so he could only nodded.
Everyone walked across the first courtyard to the second courtyard, walked around a screen wall, and saw that there was also a martial arts training ground in the middle of the second courtyard, which was about the same size as the previous courtyard.
At this time, there were fifty or sixty young people in the middle of the field, practicing the Bajiquan routine step by step. The one standing at the front and watching was Li Yunze.
Li Yunze saw several people coming in at a glance, smiled and nodded at the old man.
The old man also smiled and nodded, obviously the two of them were already 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 watched and wanted to teach him a lesson.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
But Fang Lang still licked his face and smiled at Li Yunze.
The master didn't say much, he just shook his head to the back and motioned to Li Xiangang to take everyone to the backyard to sit down.
Li Xiangang didn't say much, he just led everyone around the corridor and towards the backyard.
Originally, according to the rules of wealthy families, one could not enter or exit the backyard at will.
But now Master Li's family calls the martial arts gym their home. The two courtyards in front are where he teaches his disciples to practice martial arts, and the backyard is where his family lives.
Coupled with Fang Lang's relationship with his master, when he visited his home, he naturally had to welcome him into the backyard.
Fang Lang glanced at the young people in the yard. It was obvious that they were not children who grew up in their overseas Chinese village. Moreover, they all seemed to have some foundation in martial arts, and asked Li Xiangang next to them:
"How come you have so many apprentices so quickly?"
"Oh! These are sent by the immigration company, saying they are Bajiquan coaches trained for Chinese schools. They are all young people who have just immigrated, and they all have some martial arts foundation.
Now my father mainly teaches everyone the routines and force-generating techniques of Bajiquan, and then organizes everyone to practice. Get familiar with the actual fighting style of Bajiquan as soon as possible.
After the Chinese children's school starts, they will be arranged to teach in various schools below. "
Li Xiangang explained quietly in Fang Lang's ear.
Hearing this, Fang Lang nodded and said to this senior brother:
"I see there are only fifty or sixty people here. How long will it take for these people to obtain the corresponding coaching qualifications?
It seems that many of our schools have already started classes. Is there a rush for time? "
Li Xiangang's expression froze when he was asked this question. Apparently, he didn't know his father's certification standards for these coaches' qualifications.
He could only say with some embarrassment:
"You might have to ask my father about this. He hasn't told me this."
The three of them said that they had arrived at the main room opposite the second courtyard. The main room was very large, and in the middle hung a portrait of an old man wearing a small round hat and a long beard.
Fang Lang was also stunned when he saw this portrait for the first time. Fortunately, Li Xiangang knew that although his junior brother was said to be his junior brother, he had not actually started to formally study with his father, so he definitely didn't know much about Baji Quan.
He smiled and said:
"This is the ancestor of our Bajiquan, named Wu Zhong."
Fang Lang coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. After all, he was now nominally one of the descendants of Bajiquan. He didn't expect that he didn't even know his ancestor, and it would make people laugh if he even told it. He quickly took a closer look. Eye.
Even the old man turned away with some embarrassment, not daring to look at the person in the portrait, for fear that the other person would pop out of the portrait and tear his grandson alive, who had deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors.
Everyone walked through the main room without stopping and walked into the backyard. The backyard was not small in size, but it was obviously much smaller than the two front yards.
After bypassing the screen wall, it is not the same martial arts training ground as before.
Instead, a lot of green plants have been planted, which looks lush and lush. There is also a rockery against the screen wall, which looks like a Jiangnan garden.
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 room at the back. One of them, a middle-aged woman, quickly stepped forward and greeted the three of them warmly:
"Oh! The old man is here, come in, come in and sit down.
And Lang'er is here too, come in, come in.
Yumei, go and pour tea for the old man and your senior brothers. "
The old man obviously often visited the master's backyard. He waved his hand to Master Fang Lang and said:
"Sister-in-law of the Li family, stop working so hard. We are all neighbors. I, a nasty guest who comes here almost every day, cannot afford to be greeted by you like this every day.
These are your two daughters! He's so handsome. "
Fang Lang also shouted at the slightest opportunity:
"Master's wife!"
When Master Fang Lang heard what the old man said, she realized what she was saying. She quickly stopped the two sisters and said to Mr. Li:
"Oh! Look at my brain, Yumei, Yulan, come here and pay homage to your senior brother's grandfather.
Mr. Fang, your father and I are here thanks to Mr. Fang's care. "
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull the two daughters in front of the old man, pointed at them, and introduced them to Mr. Fang respectively:
"This is my sister Li Yumei, and this is my sister Li Yulan. Call me grandpa!"
The two sisters very obediently called Mr. Fang, "Grandpa."
When the old man saw these beautiful twins, he obviously liked them very much, and his face turned into a smile.
He laughed continuously and said:
"Hahaha...Okay, okay, be good, be good.
Come on, come on, this is the red envelope grandpa gave you. Come on, take one for each of you. Take it quickly. "
While the two sisters were greeting the old man, the mistress also nodded to Fang Lang with a smile and said:
"Well! Come in and sit down!"
It was like saying hello to Fang Lang.
Turning around, he saw the red envelope that the old man had taken out, and said to the two sisters with a smile:
"Thank you still, grandpa!"
Understanding that this was a red envelope given by their mother to their old man, the two sisters thanked them profusely. They took the red envelope from the old man and 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 Wife, these are some small gifts I brought back from Natal. They are some food for you and the master to try."
The mistress took it with a smile on her face, not being polite to Fang Lang at all.
"Okay, okay, okay, Lang'er is interested, Mistress, I won't be polite to you.
Come on in and sit down. "
With that said, he welcomed the old man and Fang Lang into the main room in the backyard and sat down.
The Li sisters quickly served tea to Fang Lang and the old man. Everyone chatted for a while about the study status of the two Fang sisters, and then the master Li Yunze walked in.
Fang Lang quickly stood up and saluted:
"master!"
Li Yun smiled and nodded at Fang Lang and said "Yeah". Fang Lang, who thought he was going to be taught a lesson, breathed a sigh of relief.
The master and the old man had already started talking. After a few words, the old man pointed at Fang Lang and said:
"Master Li, you have real skills. Although my eldest grandson has become your disciple, he has never really learned from you. This is a rare opportunity for him to come back to visit relatives.
I sent him here early in the morning. You must take this opportunity to teach him well.
This guy is a soldier and has good skills, so I feel more at ease. "
Li Yun smiled and said to the old man:
"Don't worry, old man, I also have this intention. Although this kid worships me as his teacher, he has never learned from me for a day. If he went outside and started fighting with others that day, and was defeated by others, I would There’s no place for that old face.”
