Siheyuan: I'm a Pure Martial Artist. Cross Me and I'll Fight

Lu Chongshan transmigrates to 1960 and inherits a detached house with its own courtyard in Nanluoguxiang.

He's a man of action, not much for talking and even less fond of trouble.

But the troublemakers in Compound No. 95 have no sense. They show up and try to seize his private property.

Yi Zhonghai spouts morality and righteousness, Silly Zhu throws his fists around to play the hero, and Jia Zhangshi throws herself on the ground, wailing and carrying on.

Lu Chongshan doesn't change expression. His only answer is a fist as big as an iron wok.

One punch breaks three of Silly Zhu's ribs; one slap knocks out two of Yi Zhonghai's front teeth.

Banggeng sneaks in to steal in the middle of the night? He gets a leg-breaking dose of a trap. No forgiveness, no signed statement: straight to juvenile detention!

Qin Huairu tries to use her charms? “Get lost. Don't come near me.”

In this fiery era, Lu Chongshan uses the simplest kind of physical force to cure the whole compound of its moral blackmail.

Got a problem with that? Come on, step forward and see how many punches you can take.