My girlfriend is from 1949

next day

Knock knock knock~!

A heavy knocking sound rang out, echoing throughout the villa.

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

"Enemy attack?"

"..."

Instantly, everyone opened the door and came out.

Everyone was holding a gun.

Wang Hai was holding a butter submachine gun in his hand, and three grenades were hanging from his belt, looking ready for battle!

They all looked wary, their eyes fixed on the spot where the door was being knocked on.

They were all former members of the underground Communist Party, extremely vigilant, the kind of people who would sleep with one eye open.

Arranging for them to live in villas serves not only to facilitate work communication but also to provide them with protection.

That's why they all rushed out when they heard the deafening knocking.

Lin Wan wore cartoon pajamas she bought from the future, her hair draped over her shoulders, giving her a languid beauty.

However, she was also holding an M1911 pistol.

He asked in confusion, "Mr. Xu, what's going on?"

The others were also puzzled, wondering why they were knocking on Chen Huai'an's door so early in the morning, before dawn.

Could it be that the young man's flattery backfired, angering the old man?

Otherwise, why would they have been blocking the door so aggressively before dawn?

Xu Dongyang turned his head and glanced around, completely unconcerned about everyone's fully armed appearance.

Knock knock knock~!

He raised his hand and knocked on the door again, shouting, "It's dawn! Get up and practice your martial arts!"

That shout left everyone stunned.

Last night, the old man looked quite impatient and tried to deal with it.

They didn't even bother to pretend; they simply told Chen Huai'an that he was too old to practice martial arts.

Theoretically speaking, one should just give a perfunctory response.

Why are you asking to practice martial arts before dawn?

This change happened way too fast!

Actually, it's no wonder Xu Dongyang was so eager.

In previous years, he wandered around, looking for opportunities to kill Japanese soldiers.

Later, when the Japanese surrendered, he returned to his hometown to farm and retire.

Although I have thought about taking on apprentices and passing on my martial arts skills.

But finding a satisfactory apprentice is incredibly difficult in this era.

The saying "the poor can only study, the rich can only practice martial arts" means that the poor can only study, while only the rich can practice martial arts.

Because practicing martial arts requires more resources, poor people simply cannot afford it.

But in this day and age, people can't even get enough to eat, and everyone looks pale and thin.

They're too busy working in the fields to have the energy to practice martial arts.

Now we've finally found a disciple with good bone structure, but the downside is that he's too old and not as malleable as a child.

If we start practicing now, we might still be able to make up for it with talent and hard work.

If a few more years pass, and my bones and tendons start to decline, I'll have even less of a chance to practice martial arts.

Therefore, we must seize every day of training and make the most of every minute!

Creak~

The bedroom door was opened, and Chen Huai'an didn't even open his eyes, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

He asked impatiently, "Who is it? Don't people get any sleep this early in the morning?"

He complained while scratching his head, typical of someone who's grumpy when they first wake up.

After scratching his head, he finally saw the old man standing at the door.

He asked in confusion, "Master... no, Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Last night when I called him "Master," I was explicitly rejected.

That's why I hurriedly changed my tune.

Then I saw Lin Wan standing to the side, holding a pistol in her hand.

I was even more confused!

He asked in confusion, "Have agents from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics come to attack?"

Lin Wan couldn't help but chuckle at his bewildered expression.

He chuckled and said, "No spies came; it was the old man who woke you up to practice your martial arts."

Chen Huai'an pointed at his nose and asked in confusion, "You want me to get up and practice martial arts?"

This answer sounds a bit strange, doesn't it?

Xu Dongyang straightened his expression and adopted the demeanor of a strict teacher.

He said, "Since you call me master, I will naturally teach you carefully. Otherwise, if my disciple gets beaten up in the future, I won't be able to bear the shame!"

His weathered voice was filled with helplessness and frustration at the disappointment of his students.

It was as if the disappointing apprentice had been beaten up, disgracing his master.

Chen Huai'an blinked, his mind still reeling from just waking up.

His eyes lit up immediately, and without hesitation, he knelt on the ground and respectfully said, "Disciple greets Master!"

After this kneeling, the master-disciple relationship was officially established.

The Chinese tradition values ​​heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teachers, and it is not shameful to kneel before one's teacher when receiving instruction.

"You little rascal, you know how to take advantage of a situation." Xu Dongyang said with a straight face, seemingly looking disdainful.

Thinking about how I refused last night, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

He muttered to himself, "Good lad, this kneeling has given me a way out."

In this day and age, he is at least a master-level figure and has a lot to save face.

He personally rejected someone last night, but today he's urging them to get up and practice martial arts.

If it weren't for my advanced age and my eagerness to find a successor, I really wouldn't have been willing to lose face like this.

They're really going all out to find a suitable apprentice these days.

Chen Huai'an's initiative to become a disciple naturally resolved all the awkwardness.

They can even put on the airs of a strict teacher.

Xu Dongyang didn't put on airs; a gratified smile appeared on his aged face.

He personally helped him up and said gently, "Now that you've become my disciple, I'll give you a gift!"

After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked back to his room.

Chen Huai'an followed behind, his face full of hope and anticipation.

Lin Wan was no longer sleepy, and the group stood at the door watching the commotion.

Xu Dongyang took out a solid wood box from the corner of the wall.

After opening it, take out four wristband-like objects.

He laughed and said, "This is what I used when I was practicing martial arts in my youth, and now I'm passing it on to you!"

Then he took out several sheets of paper with writing on them from his desk.

"These are the rules of our sect and the taboos of practicing martial arts; you must remember them well!"

Outside the gate, Old Zhang looked at the handwriting on the paper and analyzed in a low voice, "Judging from the ink, it must have been written overnight last night!"

Du Hengtai nodded: "I bought the ink yesterday!"

Chen Huai'an had no time to pay attention to the gossip at the door and respectfully extended both hands to accept it.

As the four wristbands settled in my palms, a heavy feeling suddenly pressed down on me.

With his arm strength, both hands were clearly drooping downwards.

Although the wristband is resilient, there are clearly other materials added inside to increase its weight.

As for what exactly caused the weight gain, that remains unknown.

Xu Dongyang stroked his beard and said, "You missed the early childhood development period, so you can only go for high intensity."

Each of these four wristbands weighs ten pounds.

From now on, you must wear it all the time, except when you are showering or sleeping!

Since you're just starting out, the training can be gentle to allow you time to adapt.

Even if you start learning martial arts too late, I will still train you to become a master!

Chen Huai'an was filled with enthusiasm and energy!