After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

Zhang Junwu moved to Songjiazhuang from Henan Province with his family more than ten years ago.

When the family first arrived in the village, their mother, Liu Yan'e, and several other women in the village, at the call of the village secretary, helped them make new clothes.

Chunsheng had heard from his mother that Zhang Junwu's hometown had been flooded by the Yellow River, and the whole family had traveled a long distance to seek refuge with a distant relative in the village who was already beyond the fifth degree of kinship in order to survive.

Rumor has it that martial arts have been prevalent in Zhang Junwu's village for over a hundred years, and almost every man in the family knows a move or two.

About four or five miles from their village, there is an ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years, and the monks there are all highly skilled.

Zhang Junwu's father's third brother, who was also his third uncle, became a martial monk there when he was young.

Therefore, in addition to learning some martial arts from his father, Zhang Junwu also received a lot of true teachings from his third uncle, a martial monk.

The Vajra Arhat Fist he is practicing today was learned from his third uncle.

Amid cheers from the crowd, Zhang Junwu finished performing his signature Vajra Arhat Fist routine and then demonstrated a staff technique.

An ordinary wooden stick seemed to come alive in his hands; no matter how he manipulated it, the stick kept spinning around him.

When he used a series of actions such as hitting, lifting, chopping, and covering to give the wooden stick a sudden burst of power like a storm, all the militia members around him widened their eyes instantly. The envy and admiration they had been suppressing could no longer be contained and burst out of their bodies in an instant.

Several militia members from other villages were so excited that they almost went up to become his disciples.

Of course, even if they did go to seek apprenticeship, Zhang Junwu would never accept them as disciples.

Zhang Junwu was never one to seek the limelight. If it weren't for Huang Quangang and Song Chunsheng's sake, he would never have agreed to today's performance, even if everyone present shouted themselves hoarse.

Just as he finished his performance and gathered his energy, he realized that, in addition to the militiamen sitting on the ground around him, there were also more than a dozen passersby standing on the dirt road in the distance watching his performance.

Zhang Junwu smiled slightly at everyone and said, "Alright, that's enough for today! Everyone's had enough, so get up and get back to training!"

Everyone thought that once that set of sticks was over, there would be others, but no one expected it to end so quickly.

Everyone pressed their buttocks firmly to the ground, looking like they didn't want to get up and wanted to continue watching his performance.

Just then, Huang Quangang immediately stood up, looked at the group of militiamen from his village with a cold, stern gaze, and shouted loudly, "Lishuping Village militia members, all of you, listen to my command—stand up!"

At his command, the fifteen militia members who had been sitting firmly on the ground instantly sprang to their feet as if stung by a scorpion.

Immediately afterwards, the militia members from Songjiazhuang Village and Zhaojiabao Village also quickly stood up from the ground and continued their training, led by their respective deputy captains.

"Junwu, you're amazing! With such incredible skills, how come I've never seen you show off your abilities during all those joint training camps and sparring sessions between captains?"

Zhao Yongjie, half-jokingly, openly expressed his doubts.

Before Zhang Junwu could answer, Huang Quangang, standing beside him, said with a wicked grin, "If Junwu really wanted to use that Vajra Arhat Fist on you, tell me, how many of you would it take for him to beat you?"

"I……"

Zhao Yongjie was speechless when asked the question.

He stood there awkwardly, which made Song Chunsheng and the others burst into laughter. Later, even he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

At this moment, Zhang Junwu put his hand on Chunsheng's shoulder and asked earnestly, "Chunsheng, what did you think of that Arhat Fist routine just now?"

Song Chunsheng immediately gave a thumbs up, "Of course, this is it!"

Zhang Junwu's lips curled slightly: "If I taught you Arhat Fist, would you be willing to learn?"

Without a second thought, Song Chunsheng immediately nodded and said, "Of course I'm willing!"

"Okay, then it's settled, but regarding the timing..."

"Anytime after school is fine with me..."

After discussing it for a while, the two tentatively agreed on a training time.

Except for Sundays, the two of them would meet at this place every morning at 6:30 from Monday to Saturday, exercise for half an hour, and then Chunsheng would leave from the wheat field at 7:00 to go to school, just in time for morning reading.

If it's a Sunday, as long as Zhang Junwu finishes his work in the fields and Song Chunsheng is free, they can always go out for a workout together.

The two of them finalized the plan to teach boxing and training in such a short time and made detailed arrangements.

Zhao Yongjie, who had been standing silently to the side, swallowed hard and whispered to Huang Quangang, "Your brother really wants to learn martial arts from Junwu? Didn't he even discuss it with the family?"

Huang Quangang shook his head slightly. "What's there to discuss? As long as he likes it and can endure the hardship, my uncle and aunt would be more than happy for him. They always complain that Chunsheng only studies all day and doesn't go out to play with other kids!"

Zhao Yongjie couldn't help but frown. "Your brother's physique is alright, but can he handle going to practice martial arts so early every morning and then going to school for a long time?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Quangang couldn't help but worry, but he quickly dismissed it and replied with absolute certainty, "I don't see any problem!"

Although Huang Quangang didn't meet Song Chunsheng often, every time he came to his house, he found Chunsheng either reading and studying in his room or reciting English by himself. He rarely saw Chunsheng chatting with anyone.

He felt that his brother-in-law could be so wholeheartedly devoted to the tedious study.

If he were to learn martial arts, as long as he doesn't get exhausted, he'd probably be able to persevere and make a name for himself.

Just as the joint training was about to end, a young commune member who was responsible for cutting grass for the livestock in the feed shed ran over, covered in sweat.

Upon arriving, he breathlessly told Zhang Junwu that a group fight had broken out in the animal shed and that he should quickly take a few people over to check it out.

Everyone was startled by the news. Zhang Junwu quickly made some arrangements and then led the village militia to leave with that commune member.

Some militiamen from the other two villages also wanted to go and see what was going on, but Huang Quangang quickly dissuaded them.

Huang Quangang said with an annoyed look, "What's so interesting about villagers fighting in the animal shed? You're all militiamen here for training. If word gets out, you'll be laughed at by the militiamen from other villages and won't be able to go anywhere else. You'll just have to stay in your own village forever!"

Zhao Yongjie had originally intended to go and watch the excitement, but after Huang Quangang's lecture, he immediately gave up the idea.

He thought to himself, "Good heavens! Luckily I didn't say anything, otherwise I would have been the first one laughed at, and maybe the entire militia of Zhao Family Fort would have become a laughing stock!"