Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Martial Arts Ranking
Second Aunt made a lot of fried dough twists, each one crispy and fragrant.
Tuanzi picked up a piece with her little paw, put one end in her mouth, and began munching away like a hamster.
She picked up another, munch munch, and the long dough twist quickly disappeared. Tuanzi’s cheeks puffed up.
Her bright black eyes darted around.
Second Uncle Gu Rui was cleaning, moving very swiftly.
Second Aunt was cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma of the food kept wafting out, making Tuanzi’s little nose twitch uncontrollably.
[Miaomiao: Second Uncle can do housework, Second Aunt can cook, but Brother Pei Hai isn’t good at either, sigh]
[Ancient Martial System: Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. If you had Second Uncle and Second Aunt act, they wouldn’t be able to do it]
Tuanzi pondered, continuing to hold the dough twists and munch on them.
As lunchtime approached, the two brothers finally returned.
Gu Cheng’s exceptionally handsome face was still serious, but Tuanzi could see a hint of refreshment in him.
After changing his shoes, he went to wash his hands in the bathroom, then sat beside Tuanzi and actually picked up a dough twist, munch munch.
Tuanzi widened her eyes.
"Big Brother, you seem really happy."
Gu Cheng made a non-committal ’hmph’ sound.
It was only then that Tuanzi realized Gu Peihai had been by the shoe cabinet all along. He was tall just now, but now he was nowhere to be seen.
She stood up, still holding a dough twist, and quickly ran over, finding Gu Peihai slumped on the carpet like a collapsed puddle of mud, as if he had been fished out of the water.
"Brother Pei Hai, did you fall into the water?"
"Hmph," Gu Peihai tugged at his clothes, "Sweat, the sweat of hard work from running."
Tuanzi was skeptical.
The eldest brother voluntarily running? More believable than thinking he could cook delicious food.
After resting for a while, Gu Peihai stood up and noticed Gu Cheng eating dough twists nonchalantly, feeling a burst of anger.
Just a moment ago, Gu Cheng had invited him out.
He thought his cousin wanted to spar, but instead, his cousin only wanted to go for a run with him.
After running a little, he was already tired. At that point, Gu Cheng, still jogging in place, taunted him sternly.
Was Little Cheng always this sharp-tongued?
He couldn’t believe it and angrily continued to run. Soon after, he was tired again. Gu Cheng continued to taunt him, so he kept running.
In the end, he didn’t even know how long he had been running around the neighborhood, only feeling that his legs no longer belonged to him.
If it were this kind of ’punishment,’ it would be better to just fight him.
Gu Peihai went up to his parents, wandering around to make his presence known, the gist of it being, "Your son is really pitiful."
Gu Rui and his wife pretended not to see.
At the dining table, Gu Peihai casually mentioned that his brother would be participating in the next program.
Gu Rui paused, squinting at him, "I’ve taught you since you were young not to lie."
Gu Peihai: "...It’s true."
Gu Rui didn’t believe it. The two kids had been at odds for years. As parents, they’d tried to help, but it hadn’t worked. The kids grew up and had their own issues, not really talking to them anymore.
Tuanzi was gnawing on a duck leg, and seeing the Second Uncle and Second Aunt didn’t believe it, she quickly lifted her meat paw, "It’s true, oh, Brother Wangchao agreed, in the next program, you’ll see him in the live broadcast room."
The couple exchanged glances.
"If Miaomiao says so, it must be true. If Wangchao has come around, that’s good."
Gu Peihai: (▼へ▼メ)
Gu Cheng said calmly, "Who told you to always do unreliable things in the past?"
Wearing down the parents’ trust completely.
Gu Peihai buried his head in his food, not daring to make a sound. Who hasn’t done a few silly things during adolescence and then told ’well-intentioned lies’ to avoid parental punishment?
Even though, in the end, the lies would always be exposed.
After lunch, Gu Cheng took his sister away. They still had to go to the Jiang City Xingyi Boxing Association to wrap up a teaching demonstration video.
After filming the last parts, Vice President and Propaganda Minister Tan Sheng said he would treat them to a meal.
When they had eaten enough, Tan Sheng brought up an issue.
"I’ve seen online that people often say Miaomiao doesn’t have an official martial arts Military Dao rank."
Gu Cheng nodded, "She’s too young."
He also followed the live broadcast room and noticed some troublemakers couldn’t stand everyone praising his sister’s outstanding martial arts skills. They claimed she was an amateur with no official martial arts Military Dao rank. They also listed other martial artists who kept a low profile while Miaomiao remained high-profile.
His sister truly had remarkable martial arts skills, honed through rigorous training during ancient times, winter or summer.
Moreover, his sister had been actively promoting ancient martial arts, letting more people know about traditional martial arts, both to find their parents and indeed to push the development of ancient martial arts.
She did nothing wrong.
Unfortunately, modern martial arts Military Dao ranks have strict age requirements. The rank has ten levels and nine dans. Level ten is the lowest, with assessments starting at age three, while level nine requires at least age six.
To achieve a dan, the minimum age requirement for the lowest first dan is fifteen, and the highest ninth dan requires at least sixty.
Gu Cheng: "Are you bringing this up because the Martial Arts Association has changed its stance on age?"
The system also closely awaited Tan Sheng’s reply.
After binding with it, the host indeed gained many skills, whether it was the Food God skill or others, all connected to it, except for the martial arts master skill, in which it did not assist.
Currently, the host’s martial arts master level is 51, meaning the host has learned 51 different cultivation techniques. The Eighteen Weapons, various boxing forms, and so on, some mastered, some only beginning.
All were practiced by the host since she was a little lump, without its help. It only promised that if the martial arts master reached level 100, learning 100 different cultivation techniques, there would be a big reward package.
While it allows people to claim the host’s cooking skills are half ’hacked’ due to skill bonuses, it won’t let anyone say her martial arts were ’hacked.’
The Master provided internal cultivation methods unavailable in the modern era, and Tuanzi diligently practiced. Later, the Master also provided the Master’s Secret Skill, and it occasionally dropped secret boxing manuals that appeared later. The host learned diligently again, achieving today’s success.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Tan Sheng rubbed his nose.
"You see, a couple of days ago, I attended a gathering and was surprised to find the Provincial Martial Arts Association President present."
Tan Sheng always appreciated Tuanzi for leading so many to learn Xingyi Boxing and wanted to give back somewhat. Noticing many intentionally attacked her, he wanted to resolve the rank issue.
During the gathering, he happened to meet the Provincial Martial Arts Association President. He had a lightbulb moment and intentionally sat next to him without greeting, but instead took out his phone, opened an account named ’Zhu Fangfangfang,’ and began watching various edited videos related to Tuanzi.
From the exquisite Water Floating skills to incredible street performances... sword techniques in bamboo forests, racing against dust devils in the desert... He initially intended to attract the President’s attention, but soon became immersed in the astonishing visual effects, forgetting his surroundings.
Naturally, it drew the Provincial Martial Arts Association President’s attention.
After a brief chat, Tan Sheng casually mentioned Tuanzi’s desire to join the association and take an assessment.
"She’s better than many nine-dan masters, why test for level ten? Test for nine-dan straight away."
"But she’s not even five yet."
"In the face of absolute strength, rules should yield. If our association doesn’t adapt, how do we develop martial arts, letting such a good talent, no, such a master, fall by the wayside?"