Hangzhou, outside the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau.

"I said you don't have to be so anxious, you just got off the plane and came here," Hi Shao pulled the car door and sat in the driver's seat and closed the door by the way, he was wearing his seat belt and complaining.

"I can rest assured that it will be in the hands of the state as soon as possible,"

Wu Xie smiled and opened the passenger door and sat in.

Hi Shao shook his head: "Hey, how to deal with this?" Hi Shao picked up the butter cloth bag and looked at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie took it, and he looked at it carefully.

All of a sudden.

Wu Xie's eyes froze.

Wu Xie gently took out the objects in the sandwich of the buttercloth bag.

Wu Xie looked at the object in his hand carefully.

"What is this?" said Hi Shao's head leaned over.

"It's a silk book from the Warring States Period," Wu Xie looked at the words on the silk book seriously, and he replied Hi Shao.

"What the hell is this," Hi Shao said in a daze.

"This is not a ghost drawing! This is a character from the Warring States period,"

Wu Xie glanced at Hi Shao a little speechlessly.

"Well, okay, this word doesn't know me, it only knows you!"

Hi Shao said a little embarrassed, and after saying that, he started the car and drove towards the place where Wu Xie lived.

"No, I can't understand what is recorded on it, I can only see that it is a text used during the Warring States period," Wu Xie said helplessly.

"Tsk, there are still things you can't understand, so who else can understand?" Hi Shaoyan, who was driving, said with some surprise.

"I'm not omnipotent," Wu Xie rolled his eyes at Hi Shao.

Then he looked down at the silk book again.

Suddenly.

"By the way, if anyone else can understand, it's my third uncle," Wu Xie looked up at Hi Shao sharply.

"Then go find your third uncle," Hi Shao said.

Saying that Hi Shao was about to turn around, but the next moment.

"Ding, bell, bell......"

The mobile phone in Wu Xie's pocket vibrated for a moment, and then the phone rang.

Wu Xie took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, which showed that it was a call from a person named Lao Li.

"Hey, what's the matter with Lao Li?"

Wu Xie answered the phone and asked.

"Wu Xie, your master came to you and said that he was going to teach you some tricks today,"

"By the way, when did you worship such a young master, he is from that sect,"

A male voice came from across the phone.

Wu Xie: "What?"

Wu Xie said that he didn't understand, when did he Wu Xie have a master?

"By the way, he also said that if you don't arrive in half an hour, he will kick you out of the wall,"

"You help me entertain him first, I'll be there soon," Wu Xie calmed down, and he pondered for a while before speaking.

"I wanted to treat him well, too, but he ...... Anyway, Shi Zai was too cold, he just wanted a cup of tea...... Wait for you to talk about it, I still have something to do here, hang up first," the man surnamed Li said.

"Okay, I'll see you later," Wu Xie responded.

"Is it him?"

A cold and handsome young man appeared in Wu Xie's mind.

"What's wrong," Hi Shao asked.

"Turn around and go to Lao Li," Wu Xie put down his phone.

"Okay!"

Hi Shao answered, and the car turned around and drove in one direction.

At this time.

in a restaurant.

A young man with short silver hair was standing by a window.

His eyes looked at the cars passing outside, and he was in a daze.

"Lao Li, where are the people," a faint voice came into the young man's ears.

"Inside," the voice of the restaurant owner (Boss Li) sounded.

Wu Xie was in front, Hi Shao was behind, and the two walked in one after the other.

As soon as the two of them looked up, they saw the piercing white hair.

"How could it be you!" x2

The young man turned around, and he looked at the two of them with a smile: "Why are we meeting again, my name is Ye Jiu, and I am a lover of national arts!"

"Guoshu?" Wu Xie and Hi Shao were both a little confused

"Guoshu:" refers to the traditional martial arts of our country. is an honorific title for martial arts,"

"There is another saying about national arts: martial arts that only kill the enemy and do not perform are called national arts,"

"Wait a minute! Now that it is a society governed by the rule of law, the kind of national art you said no longer exists," Wu Xie sat down, and he looked at Ye Jiu with a faint expression.

"Sometimes, what you see, hear, and smell is not necessarily true!" Ye Jiu also sat down, and he smiled faintly.

"Wu Xie, I know a little bit about the national art that Ye Jiu said," Hi Shao next to him touched Wu Xie.

Wu Xie looked at Hi Shao in surprise.

"The ascetic cultivators mentioned on the Internet are the cultivators of the national arts, as well as those hermits," Hi Shao said in Wu Xie's ear.

"Hermit is not the national art I said, it is a qi refiner, but it can also be called a national art, because it is also a part of our Great Huaxia,"

"As for the ascetics, they are all virtuous people who have great intentions and have realized their ways."

"They are all already clear-sighted, in the words of Buddhism, they have seen through the red dust, but this is not what I call the national art,"

Ye Jiu looked at the two thoughtfully, he paused, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

"The national art you are talking about should not be someone like a chivalrous man (Guo Jing) in ancient times," Wu Xie looked at Ye Jiu strangely.

"That's what it means, but it's not," Ye Jiu nodded and shook his head again.

"Mr. Ye Jiu, don't explain to us what national art is, what is the matter with you looking for me!"

Wu Xie stared at Ye Jiu seriously and asked.

Ye Jiu looked at Wu Xie, and he suddenly smiled.

"Worship me as a teacher, I will pass on the national art to you, and let the national art rise again in this world!" Ye Jiu looked at Wu Xie and said word by word.

"In addition, the origin of national art can be traced back to the productive labor of ancient humans,"

"In the case of extremely low productivity in primitive society, human society mainly lived on primitive production activities such as hunting, and learned how to beat wild beasts with bare hands or using wooden sticks, stones, and other utensils."

"Most of these striking methods are based on instinctive, spontaneous and random body movements, but these striking skills prepare certain prerequisites for the formation of martial arts,"

"From primitive production and survival activities, the technique of hand-to-hand or armed combat has gradually been formed,"

"Thus evolved into modern sports,"

"It has been used in human activities in various regions of the world, such as fencing, Western boxing, Thai boxing, etc."

"However, the development from primitive martial arts to the integration of fighting and dancing, and the form of martial arts that combines internal and external cultivation is nurtured by the unique cultural soil of the Chinese nation,"

Ye Jiu said a series of words in one breath, and his mouth was a little dry.

He picked up his teacup and drank it all as soon as he craned his neck.

He put down his teacup and straightened his clothes, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"The national sorcerer, the ancient and modern are not synonymous, the art of the current country, the art of self-cultivation,"

Ye Jiu got up, he looked at the two who were still a little stunned, and he smiled.

"Today is Ye's sudden dream, the mountains and rivers meet, if there is trouble, you can find Ye's residence at No. 67 XXX Street, today Ye will go first,"

Ye Jiu hugged his fists at Wu Xie and Hi Shaoyi, and he said with a smile.

"Uh, no...... things,"

Wu Xie and Hi Shao both stood up and hugged their fists at Ye Jiuyi, both of them were a little cramped.

Ye Jiu smiled, "See you in the rivers and lakes!"

Ye Jiu raised his feet and walked out.

"See ...... in the rivers and lakes"

Wu Xie and Hi Shao both watched Ye Jiu leave stupidly.

"Wu Xie"

"Huh?"

"This guy is weird......"

"It's weird, but I think most people don't know about his knowledge,"

"Well, your third uncle may know something,"

"Perhaps,"

"Let's go, let's go find your third uncle,"

(PS: The first time I wrote a series of stories about tomb robbery, if there are any mistakes, and if you can't read it, please let us know in time!

(PS: The opinions of ascetics and hermits in this chapter belong purely to the author's personal understanding, don't disturb if you don't like it!Don't spray if you don't like it!)