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Chapter 81: Chapter 79 Ready to Go
Tai Chi Boxing unlocked in logical progression.
Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised, yet not that surprised.
Because through the sparring with Ma Donghe, he indeed grasped some of the profound meanings of Tai Chi Boxing.
Its boxing philosophy actually shares similarities with Jujitsu, focusing on using the opponent’s force against them, leading them into emptiness.
However.
One avoids dangers and seeks advantages, turning the circuitous into direct, employing minimal force to move heavy weights.
The other sacrifices oneself, battling large with small, with life and death hanging by a thread.
"All paths eventually converge to their origin..."
Fang Cheng felt as if he had an epiphany.
Perhaps in the future, he could integrate all the Fighting Skills he learned into one, reaching the true master level of Martial Arts.
Wu Datong stood by silently, observing the contemplative Fang Cheng.
Seeming to feel a shift in his aura, Wu Datong’s facial expression became touched with an indiscernible anticipation in his gaze.
"Ah Cheng, are you coming here for training tomorrow?"
Unable to help himself, Wu Datong asked.
Fang Cheng collected his thoughts and replied,
"Let’s talk about it in a few days. I have graduate exams the day after tomorrow."
Hearing this, Wu Datong nodded and then took his leave,
"I’ll head back to my shop now."
Saying that, he sighed and shook his head,
"Ah, in teaching you Kung Fu, I’m not just forfeiting my tuition fee but also neglecting my own business."
Fang Cheng smiled faintly and tempted him with a future promise,
"Uncle Wu, when I have money in the future, I’ll definitely buy a hundred deluxe genuine discs from your shop."
"Hehe."
Wu Datong chuckled, dragging his slightly limping left leg as he slowly walked away.
Fang Cheng watched his retreating figure fade into the distance.
After bringing his gaze back, he turned to Ma Donghe who was still there and considered for a moment before speaking up,
"Brother Ma, there’s something I’d like to consult with you."
"Don’t you dare call me ’Brother’; it makes me sound so mature."
Ma Donghe didn’t ask about the matter, but rather was particular about the address,
"I’m actually about the same age as you; just call me Ah He or Little He is fine."
Fang Cheng glanced at his stubble-ridden face, finding it somewhat difficult to say.
After thinking for a moment, he still said, "Then I’ll call you Donghe."
"That’s better, why make it sound so distant."
Ma Donghe flashed a toothy grin.
So, Fang Cheng told him about something he had been considering for several days.
"A place to practice Gun Skill?"
Hearing Fang Cheng’s words, Ma Donghe was slightly surprised.
Then, stroking his chin’s stubble, he pondered for a bit:
"There is a place, but we need to go there and give notice first, making sure to report properly."
"How about I take you there after your exams?"
Hearing this, Fang Cheng had no objections and thanked him for resolving his concerns.
In a modern society, is it necessary to mention the significance of firearms to the common person?
When there is a great disparity in strength between friends and foes or when outnumbered, firepower is the optimal solution to bridge the gap.
As the saying goes, "Beyond seven steps, the gun is quick; within seven steps, the gun is both rapid and accurate."
Although firearms are quite rampant in the underworld of East Capital, Xia Country’s laws expressly prohibit private possession of guns, with violators facing up to seven years of imprisonment.
Finding an unsupervised and safe training location is not easy.
Of course, going to a regular shooting range is also an option.
However, practicing with blanks has very limited effects in simulating real combat and might even hinder the normal unlocking progress of the skill.
Furthermore, purchasing bullets for actual combat, without the right channels, is an impossibility.
Fang Cheng initially planned to ask his uncle for help.
But upon reflection, it seemed better to keep him away from illegal activities.
As someone involved with the gang underworld, Ma Donghe would certainly be well-versed in such matters.
A tentative probe proved as expected.
Fang Cheng had this consideration primarily because of that mysterious postcard that appeared, leaving him constantly feeling as if he was being secretly watched.
Learning Gun Skill not only further strengthens my self-defense capability but also holds the hope of triggering new skills.
After bidding farewell to Ma Donghe.
Fang Cheng boarded a bus, ready to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries.
During his last visit to the hospital, he had come clean to his mother about working part-time while preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination.
Therefore, she had decided to rush back home today, saying she wanted to take good care of her son to ensure the examination went smoothly.
Fang Cheng found it hard to refuse, hence he had deliberately cancelled his sparring class, all for the sake of resting well and quietly waiting for the test the next day.
Opening the bus window, the breeze fluttered his fringe.
Billboards haphazardly erected and pedestrians on the sidewalk constantly swept past his eyes.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a skinny girl’s figure.
"It’s Wen Xin."
Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed as he took a closer look.
He saw her standing in front of a clothing store, staring at the brightly lit display window for a long time.
In the window was a pair of pink, flower-banded round-toe leather shoes.
The bus quickly passed by, blocking his view.
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered, a slight stir in his heart.
Then, he pulled out the colorful lucky card from his inner pocket.
The card flipped over, and on the back was written a line:
"Year 83, January 1st."
......
Click.
The key inserted into the lock, turned gently.
After opening the door, Li Biyun, carrying several heavy bags, stood at the entrance and called inside.
"Chengcheng, Mom’s back."
As she bent down to change her shoes, she caught a whiff of cooking smoke and frowned slightly.
"How many times have I told you not to bury your head in your books at home all the time, remember to open the windows for ventilation."
"When you’re tired from studying, you can also go out to clear your mind, like hiking with a female classmate; it’s good for your health..."
She comfortably slipped on her slippers and walked into the living room, continuing to prattle.
When her gaze fell upon the steaming dishes on the table, she was taken aback.
Then, turning to her son who stood by the gas stove with a spatula in hand, her eyes were a mixture of tenderness and reproach.
"My postgraduate son, how did you turn into a master chef?"
Fang Cheng chuckled and quickly stepped forward to take the bags from her hands.
The stuff that Li Biyun had brought home, both big and small packs, were fruits, cakes, and other gifts given by relatives and friends visiting the hospital.
Nobody ate them in the hospital, so she brought them home to get rid of some.
"This bag is for your Aunt He, this one for your Uncle Chen..."
Li Biyun finished distributing the gifts and seemed to remember something.
She fished out a Wish Talisman folded from yellow paper from her pocket and handed it to Fang Cheng.
"This is the Golden List Charm I got from Gufeng Temple yesterday, keep it in your pocket for good luck and success in all your exams!"
Fang Cheng didn’t say much and obediently took the charm.
Then he asked, "Mom, are you going back to the hospital tonight?"
"What’s wrong?"
Li Biyun looked at him in slight surprise.
"You being here makes me nervous, the pressure is high, I’m afraid I won’t perform well in the examination..."
Hearing her son say that, Li Biyun’s eyebrows knit slightly with concern.
After thinking it over for a moment, she decided to accommodate her son’s wishes.
"Then I’ll take you to the examination venue myself tomorrow before I go back to the hospital."
She didn’t ponder it too much; besides, there were indeed many things to take care of at the hospital.
Fang Cheng felt somewhat relieved.
He immediately held Li Biyun’s hand, leading her to the table to taste his culinary efforts.
The small family was immediately filled with laughter and cheerful voices.
After lunch. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Li Biyun was washing dishes in the kitchen while Fang Cheng went to his bedroom to hide his secretly kept gun and Butterfly Knife.
He had urged his mother to return to the hospital as soon as possible for safety reasons.
Until the intentions of the person who sent the postcard were clear, it was best to be cautious and careful.
However.
Fang Cheng’s fist clenched slightly, filled with confidence in his heart.
No one could easily take away the happiness that belonged to him!
