Chapter 32: The real world of martial arts

Going out of the ward and seeing Han Shuxuan, Elder Ge stepped forward and asked seriously.
　　 "Xuan, did you know the person who saved you last time?"
　　 "I don't know him, I have only seen him once, but if I see him next time, I will definitely recognize him."
　　 "If you can recognize it, that's good. Xiaozheng, have you found any clues to this person" Old Ge said solemnly
　　 "Not yet. Elder Ge, is there something wrong?" Han Zheng looked at Elder Ge with a serious face, and muttered in his heart. It has been a long time since he saw Elder Ge's expression so solemnly. What is this young man? !
　　 "Don't worry about other things, you'd better notify me immediately when you meet this young man. Remember, don't make any claims, this young man is very difficult." Old Ge thought.
　　 "Grandpa Pavilion, do those legendary martial arts really exist?" Thinking of the speed of that white shadow and ghost that day, Han Shuxuan felt that he had seen a different world.
　　 A world where warriors existed in ancient times.
　　 Han Zheng and Ge Jianlong looked at each other and sighed.
　　 Han Zheng said to his daughter, "Xiao Xuan, we used to hide some things from you for your own good. Knowing some things is not good for you."
　　 "Hey" the old man sighed deeply, "Since ancient times, martial arts has never disappeared. Its existence is beyond doubt. It will still exist whether it was before or in the future." The old man's tone turned firm.
　　 "It is ridiculous that we are in China, and now there are fewer and fewer people practicing martial arts, and one generation is not as good as one generation."
　　 The attic hesitated to speak but stopped.
　　 "Xiaolou, don't be convinced. If in the past, there were many masters of Huajin at your age. Do you know why?"
　　 "There are fewer and fewer people who can endure hardship." Attic replied.
　　"This is not the most important thing. Talent is actually very important after you have worked hard in martial arts. Otherwise, in ancient times, this is the reason why the inheritance of the masters paid so much attention to aptitude.
"In a materialistic society, you still expect to have a few people who can practice martial arts well. Don't look at it. Which of the existing masters is not an old one. People at that time were pure-minded, and practicing martial arts means martial arts. Unlike now , Computers, the Internet, and people who are busy chasing girls. Do you think you can practice martial arts well. Hey-now martial arts are almost becoming dance skills." The old man became more and more angry. The sound was like Hong Zhong, making Han Zheng's ears roar.
　　 Feng Gang, who was guarded outside the ward, felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and even Lao Li at the peak of Ming Jin felt uncomfortable.
　　 Is this the legendary martial arts? Feng Gang said in horror.
　　 Pavilion is always getting better and better, Old Li thought. At the same time, his eyes lit up, and the uncomfortable feeling disappeared as soon as his momentum came out.
　　 "Grandpa, don't be angry, I will definitely practice martial arts with all my heart." Loft promised. Grandpa is terrible when he is angry, and that momentum is not something that anyone can bear.
　　 Han Zheng barely relieved, and said to the old man, "Old man, don't be angry, I absolutely firmly support the development of traditional Chinese martial arts."
　　 It's not that we don't want to promote Chinese martial arts, it's really powerless.
Seeing that everyone was uncomfortable under his own momentum, the old man converged, and then sighed again, "Actually, you can't blame them all. Today's world has become an era of thermal weapons, and force is no longer dominant in this world. Regardless of how various competitions are being held in various parts of the country, the promotion of Chinese martial arts is actually a lot of fancy. There are not many who have real kung fu. Our Chinese country, no matter how hard it is, this national condition does not allow We develop martial arts like ancient times.
　　 In addition to the various national restrictions on martial arts, it is difficult for Huaxia Martial Arts to develop well! difficult! difficult! what.
　　, too, no matter how powerful a warrior is, it is impossible to beat a counter-gun or cannon. A person who has worked hard for decades of martial arts, someone who has no power to bind a chicken can destroy you with a single shot. This is so sad for the warrior.
　　 "We should go back to Xiaolou, too. After we go back, ask the little rascals of the association to pay more attention to the young man who appears. If you have any situation, you should always report to me." The old man turned his head and told his grandson.
　　 "Okay, grandpa" said the loft respectfully.
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　　 Pavilion family compound, exercise room.
　　 The practice room of the Ge family is said to be a room, but it is actually a huge yard. There are a dozen people in the yard, drinking, haha, exercising. There are young people in their teens and twenties, and middle-aged people in their 30s.
　　 One of the young men looked mighty and straight, his eyes closed slightly, his sacred light was reduced, and his body was adjusted to the best condition. Before him was a wooden stake for martial arts.
　　 is a loft, the first master of the young generation in Jiangnan City.
Wooden stakes are made of iron birch trees that the Ge family spent a lot of money on. This tree grows at the junction of China and other countries and is twice as harder than ordinary steel. It was originally used for and bearings, but now it is used for wooden stakes. The benefits to martial artists are great.
　　 Suddenly, the attic's eyes opened, his eyes were bright, he took a step forward, his arms exerted force, and the whole person slammed into the wooden stake, like a tiger descending the mountain. Turning around against the stake, he threw a heavy punch with his right hand.
　　 "Peng"
　　 The stake shook a few times. The place hit by the fist cracked with a click.
　　 "It has improved from the previous days."
"Now, I can transport the secret energy of internal energy to my fist freely, and if the opponent is not paying attention, I will suffer a big loss." Attic secretly proud, like him when he was twenty-five or sixteen years old, he developed the secret energy. There are only a handful of people in Jiangnan City, and he is the only one who can practice freely.
　　 "I'm afraid the whole country, there are not many people who can reach my level."
　　 "Good old man!"
　　 "Good old man!"
　　 "Hello Grandpa Ge!"
　　 "Gu Lao!"
　　 Ge Jianlong nodded in response. In this yard, the young masters of the Ge family are at least at the level of the national armed police, and some can even become instructors of the armed police. Ge Jianlong was very satisfied, and the Chinese Wushu Xingyiquan had not broken the inheritance in his own hands.
　　 entered Ge Jianlong in the exercise room, saw the attic at a glance, and nodded secretly in his heart.
　　 Ge Jianlong has three sons and two daughters. Attic is the son of his second daughter. He has shown his talent in martial arts since he was a child. He was deeply loved by Ge Jianlong, and he was cultivated as his descendant.
　　 "Grandpa!" Seeing Grandpa, Attic couldn't help being overjoyed. Attic knew what Grandpa expected of him, and wanted to live up to his grandfather.
"Xiaolou, you have made progress again, very good. But, you can't be proud, the world is so big, especially our China, but there are countless capable people." Ge Jianlong couldn't help but nod his head to praise, and did not forget to remind himself. grandson.
　　 "I know, Grandpa. The young man I heard last time is a master, is it the descendant of those hidden masters that Grandpa said?" After holding back for a few days, Attic couldn't help asking.
　　 "It should be. Except for those people, I am afraid that no one can teach that kind of apprentice."
　　 "What if I play against him?"
　　 Pavilion Jianlong is not surprised that Attic will ask this question. Young people will always compare when they encounter someone better than themselves. Besides, he is such an excellent martial arts talent in the attic.
　　 "You are optimistic!" Ge Jianlong yelled softly, his eyes flashing golden.
　　 Hearing the shout, everyone stopped, held their breath, and fixed their eyes on Ge Jianlong, the most authoritative person in the Ge family, the most powerful martial arts master in Jiangnan, and a man who reached the realm of martial arts legends.
　　 I saw Ge Jianlong, exerting force under his feet, wiping the ground, arms raised, loose exercise clothes close to the body, with the help of impulse, Xingyiquan-cannonquan volleyed force, a punch on the wooden stake a few meters away.
　　"Boom"
　　 "click, click, click"
　　 The stakes fell apart, the upper part was torn apart, and the lower part was also a mess, but not falling apart.
　　 Because the base is firmly fixed to the brick floor with steel bars.
　　 The mighty power of building a dragon punch!
　　 Everyone did not dare to make a loud sound, and their hearts were shocked. It turned out that this is the real martial arts, and human power can achieve such power. Everyone's heart to practice martial arts has become more determined ~EbookFREE.me~ Attic, it is not the first time to see grandpa's martial power, but when compared with himself, his strength is like a three-year-old child in front of grandpa.
　　 "As I expected, that young man should be able to achieve the power of my one blow!" Ge Jianlong said slowly.
"what!"
　　 "How is it possible!! How old is that young man!"
　　Everyone here has heard of the fact that there is a martial arts master in Jiangnan City. But I didn't expect this person to be so powerful. This is completely beyond their imagination.
　　 "Grandpa, is that person really that strong?!" Attic's eyes were full of unbelief. How much hardship he had suffered when he reached the present level was obtained by practicing day and night. How old is that young man? I heard that he is still a college student. This fact is really shocking!
　　 "Remember, never underestimate our China Land! Thousands of years of wisdom has bred countless outstanding people! You will see more people like him in the future!" Ge Jianlong snorted coldly.
　　 "Yes, grandpa. I understand." Attic's eyes flickered, his eyes firmer than ever.
　　 See you at this year’s "International Traditional Martial Arts Festival", I must learn your tricks by then, Loft muttered in his heart.
　　 "Okay, let's practice each one."
　　 Old Ge has spoken, and everyone has re-trained their martial arts. It's just that everyone's heart can't be calm for a long time, and the sound of "banging" between punches is endless.
　　 Ge Jianlong nodded in satisfaction, this time letting them know that there is a sky outside the sky and there are people outside the world, which is a good thing for them.
　　 What is the magical Ye Feng who was passed down by Ge Jianlong at this time?
　　 At this time, he was about to embark on the train to Jinling to enjoy a good university life.