"Hot, please," he smiled, and he only sat down once the women were seated first. He settled with a content smile, and though he didn't eat much, he had impeccable manners and listened well whenever anyone spoke. He didn't speak much, but whatever he did say was full of wisdom and kindness and intelligence. All monks aspired to be, generous, kind, intelligent, brave, wise, and balanced. Gan Zu was certainly all those things.
But in the middle of dinner, a loud, rhythmic drumming came from town. It was the village watchtowers, and the drums were a warning of approaching danger. Gan Zu rose immediately. "All of you, stay inside and arm yourselves. Do not open the door for anyone unless you're absolutely sure they are a monk." He bowed quickly and bolted out of the house, leaving behind his staff in his rush.
Luangzu stood, "Go to my room, children. Jia, bring me my sword, I'll get my bow..." He hurried to get his bow from beside the door, bolting the door shut. His blade was on a mantle in he and Jia's bedroom, displayed as a symbol of the family's honor given by its previous user, Luangzu's father Luangho, a war hero who'd fought and died under Lord Sun Jian of Wu, protecting the Lord's infant son at the time, Sun Ce.
Outside, people dressed in yellow on horseback were riding into the town, roaring battlecries and praises to Heaven. Most people in Hanzhou were Buddhist and didn't understand the Way of Heaven, they only knew that its followers, the Yellow Turbans, were heretics and murderers. The Mulan appeared before them, Gan Zu among them, ready with either bare hands or simple weaponry. They practiced Kung Fu in all ways, and embraced weaponry only because it allowed them to better protect the people of Hanzhou. The monks charged silently, some sweeping or kicking Yellow Turbans off their horses, others jumping onto the horses themselves and striking out. Soon, all the men were unhorsed, and all-out combat ensued. More monks showed up, and around the town, there was fighting. Luangzu was at the open window of the living room, bow drawn, and he shot a man off his horse before the man could strike at a wounded monk. The monk nodded to Luanzu, and kept on going.