Hearing the sound, a burly man in a black practice uniform was standing at the door, his eyes were attentive, and he was staring at Ye Chen unkindly.

Feeling the unprovoked hostility in the other party's eyes, Ye Chen frowned slightly and did not speak.

"Senior brother, he is also a friend of Yike, and he is also a guest of our martial arts hall. Han Sitong saw that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly eased up.

Immediately, the group slowly walked into the martial arts hall, and what came into view was a martial arts training field, not only plum blossom piles, wooden stakes, but also weapon racks, swords, guns, halberds, all available.

More than a dozen disciples wearing black practice uniforms were walking on the martial arts training ground, sweating like rain, and when they saw the man in black coming, they all got up and bowed, and said respectfully, "Senior brother!"

The man in black only nodded slightly, with a compelling arrogance between his eyebrows.

Ye Chen's gaze swept over the disciples who were practicing hard in the field, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, in today's impetuous and materialistic society, there are very few people who are willing to calm down and comprehend martial arts, and even fewer can persevere.

Coupled with the invasion of foreign culture, those cool and handsome taekwondo and Jeet Kune Do are more popular among young people, and more and more parents send their children to the martial arts hall, so that foreigners have come to China to open a martial arts hall to make money.

In comparison, the future of traditional Chinese martial arts is worrying, and there are very few martial arts halls still standing in China.

"Xiaoyou seems to be interested in traditional martial arts?" a cheerful voice came from the side.

Hearing the sound, a middle-aged man wearing a Tang costume and long hair walked over, and saw Ye Chen's reaction from a distance, so he said with interest.

"Dad. ”

"Uncle Han. ”

Seeing the middle-aged man coming, Han Sitong and Gu Ye spoke at the same time, their eyes respectful.

"Old Man Gu's health is fine, the martial arts hall has been busy with the anniversary celebration recently, and I haven't had time to visit his old man's house. The middle-aged man nodded slightly at Gu Yi and said.

"Grandpa is in good health. Gu Yi smiled politely and replied.

After the two exchanged a few polite words, the middle-aged man shifted his attention to Ye Chen and asked, "I don't know what Xiaoyou thinks about my Chinese martial arts, let's hear it." ”

"I think the traditional Chinese martial arts are too rigid in routines, and less practical, flashy. It's not really martial arts. ”

Ye Chen said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, the black-clothed senior brother on the side suddenly frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You mean, our martial arts are all fists and embroidered legs?"

"Ming Fei, let this little brother continue!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly spoke out to stop it, but he was not angry.

Ye Chen smiled at the corner of his mouth and continued, "However, Chinese martial arts have a long history, broad and profound, carrying the way of treating people and doing things of my Chinese ancestors. Practicing traditional martial arts is both a form of exercise and a form of practice. ”

"According to what you said, what is considered a true martial art?" Han Mozhan, the owner of the Qianxing Martial Arts Hall, asked with a smile on his face.

"Real martial arts?" Ye Chen picked up a leaf casually, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Turning your hands is life, covering your hands is death, hiding a breath in your chest, snapping your fingers to break life and death!"

Word by word, loud and clear.

For a while, Han Mozhan was in a trance, his brain was shaking, as if he had found some treasure, he looked at Ye Chen eagerly, and said, "Xiaoyou, I don't know if you are interested in worshipping under my door?"

As soon as these words came out, whether it was the senior brother or the other disciples who practiced the martial arts, including Han Sitong, everyone looked at Han Mozhan in surprise and incredulously.

It's just that Ye Chen didn't think about it at all, so he said decisively, "I'm not interested." ”

Without waiting for Han Mozhan to speak, Han Sitong had already stood up, and said angrily, "Proud and arrogant guy, do you know what a precious opportunity you have missed now, your father will not accept apprentices easily, you don't know how to cherish it." ”

Everyone present had a feeling of disbelief.

You must know that Han Mozhan rarely accepts apprentices, and as of now, he has only accepted five disciples, and most of the disciples in the martial arts hall are only named, and most of them cannot obtain the true inheritance.

The core disciples who can be included in the door by Han Mozhan, after walking out of the martial arts hall, at least they are bodyguards for those high-ranking officials and international superstars, and the future is unlimited, but this young man refused directly without thinking about it!

was rejected so decisively by a teenager, Han Mozhan couldn't hold back his face, and smiled embarrassedly, "Since Xiaoyou is unwilling, then Han doesn't force it, please here." ”

Han Sitong and the others glared at Ye Chen angrily, and then followed behind Han Mozhan angrily, and walked into the living room, no one noticed that Ye Chen's hand behind his back flicked lightly, and the soft and slender leaf between his fingers instantly became like a blade, bursting out, and sinking deep into the wooden stake in the distance!

The anniversary celebration of the Qianxing Martial Arts Hall was held in the evening, and the entire martial arts hall was lit up and down, creating a festive and lively atmosphere.

In the evening, other colleagues came to participate in the celebration with their protégés, and Han Mozhan, accompanied by Pei Mingfei, the senior brother of the martial arts hall, stood at the door and greeted the guests one by one.

At around eight o'clock, the guests from all parties were basically seated, and Han Mozhan, who was sitting on the main seat, raised his wine glass and said politely, "Thank you for coming to the court, I, Han Mozhan, do it first as a respect!"

After three rounds of drinking, a big-headed man looked slightly drunk, raised his wine glass and said, "Master Han, with all due respect, your martial arts hall must also keep up with the trend, otherwise it will have to close sooner or later." ”

In this festive atmosphere, the big-headed man suddenly popped out such a sentence, and many people present had strange faces, but the former immediately continued.

"What I'm saying is the truth, it's getting harder and harder to run a martial arts gym now, young people don't like these traditional things, they all like taekwondo, Jeet Kune Do, and martial arts, if we don't keep up with the times, I'm afraid we will have to close sooner or later." ”

Hearing this, the people in the martial arts hall present all lowered their heads one after another, and their faces were complicated.

It is an indisputable fact that the vitality of traditional martial arts is no longer alive, and foreign cultures have invaded.

After this episode, the celebration continued, and the owners of various martial arts halls exchanged experiences and learned martial arts.

Halfway through the celebration, a student suddenly ran in with a panicked face, and said something in Han Mozhan's ear, and before he finished speaking, a rough and loud voice immediately came from afar.

"Master Han, today you are celebrating the anniversary of the Qianxing Martial Arts Pavilion, and you don't even call me, it's too unkind, right?"

Everyone followed the sound and saw a bald man wearing a vest and revealing strong muscles, similar to the Dwayne Johnson in Hollywood, USA, leading seven or eight students in uniform to swagger in.

"Chang Kun, why is he here!"

Seeing this person, Han Mozhan's face obviously changed slightly, but he still maintained the demeanor of the master of a sect, got up from his seat, and took the initiative to greet him.

"It turned out to be Brother Chang, if you can come, Han will definitely welcome you, sit inside. ”

The bald man named Chang Kun had a pair of dead fish eyes, swept straight past everyone present, with a hint of a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the wooden stake on the martial arts training ground, and he immediately laughed.

"Master Han, your martial arts hall still retains boring things like beating wooden stakes and squatting horses? Tsk, there are plum blossom piles and big swords, your martial arts hall is really good, I know a director, he is making a martial arts film recently, and he just needs a filming location, I think your martial arts hall is very good. ”

While speaking, the bald man walked up to a wooden stake, and then smashed it out with a punch, which was more than a person tall, and the wooden stake made of solid wood was directly broken into two under this punch!

"Presumptuous!"

Pei Mingfei, the senior brother of the Qianxing Martial Arts Pavilion, shouted angrily, stepped out, pulled out the posture, and grabbed Chang Kun with a posture.

Seeing Pei Mingfei attacking, the corners of Chang Kun's mouth slowly hooked up a sneer, and then his body sank, and at the same time, his fists slammed out, the speed and strength were so fast that people couldn't guard against it, and smashed it heavily on Pei Mingfei's stomach.

"Big brother!"

The people of the Qianxing Martial Arts Hall changed color one after another.

The senior brother of the martial arts hall was actually beaten down by Chang Kun!

"Chang Kun, don't deceive people too much!"

Han Mozhan looked angry and said in a deep voice, staring at Chang Kun in front of Pei Mingfei.

The bald man had a cruel smile on his face, ignoring Pei Mingfei's murderous gaze, and said in a strange manner, "Pavilion Master Han, this is your eldest apprentice? ”

"Bastard!" Pei Mingfei couldn't stand the stimulation, and he wanted to rush up and fight with the other party, but was stopped by Han Mozhan, "Don't be rude." ”

"Come on, take a seat!"

Han Mozhan's face was gloomy, but he still didn't have a seizure, and ordered his disciple to move to his seat.

"No need. ”

The bald man suddenly waved his hand, and then his gaze fell directly on Ye Chen, and said, "Boy, I want this position, you can get out." ”