Zhao Zejun has never been able to understand a question, why is an old monster like Lao Niu, who has read countless people, has experienced vicissitudes of life, and his eyes are as sharp as Sun Monkey's fiery eyes, can actually believe in the immortality of a Yeluzi Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain, and even treat this person as a guest?

Among them, there are certainly some real subjective and objective reasons, such as the rich man's fear of death and aging, his purchase of Changsheng Pharmaceutical's factory because he fell in love with that piece of land, etc., but Zhao Zejun can see that Lao Niu does not regard Qi Mingchen as a charlatan at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is puzzling. Lao Niu's generation is conservative and vulgar, with a peasant-like philistine and cunning, and the most difficult thing to believe is charlatans.

How did you get old and get old, and fall into the trap of a Taoist priest who doesn't know where to come?

This Qi Mingchen has the title of consultant in Changsheng Pharmaceutical, almost nothing to do, and occasionally comes to sit with Lao Niu and talk about the mysteries of the universe and life.

What's more interesting is that Qi Mingchen is from Wudang Mountain, but he is not a member of a religious association at all, and he does not have any official status.

According to Zhao Zejun's understanding, it is likely that they are just ordinary people living on Wudang Mountain.

Three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion, the liar should be in this role, and he can be regarded as the hegemon of the deception, Zhao Zejun is full of curiosity about this person.

"That's the one who played in front. Sitting on the golf cart, Lao Niu pointed to a middle-aged man who was playing not far away.

Following Lao Niu's fingers, Zhao Zejun was slightly stunned.

I thought it was a worldly master wearing a Taoist robe, but who knew that this Mingchen Taoist priest had a plank, dressed in Nike casual clothes, and was waving a rod with both hands. The golf ball hits a high parabola, flies dozens of meters, and lands two or three meters around the hole with the flagstick attached.

Zhao Zejun is not very good at playing golf, and he still has a basic vision, just with this golf skill, Mingchen Taoist is not a liar, and as a golf coach, he can also eat well.

hit it with one shot, and the 'caddy' little sister in a miniskirt next to her applauded enthusiastically, Qi Mingchen didn't know what to say to her, which made the little sister tremble.

"Mingchen Dao Chief's technique has improved again. Ding Lan smiled.

Niu Shengli said to Zhao Zejun, "He has been in contact with golf for less than a year. ”

"Quite talented. Zhao Zejun smiled.

As he spoke, the golf cart had already arrived, Mingchen saw the old cow, handed the club to the little sister, and said with a smile: "Mr. Niu, you have been looking good lately." After speaking, he nodded slightly at Ding Lan and said with a smile: "Mr. Ding's stadium is becoming more and more aura." ”

Ding Lan pursed her lips and smiled, Niu Shengli waved his hand and said, "TOEFL, TOEFL." Come, introduce you to someone. Zhao Zejun, Xiao Zhao, the godfather of the stone. ”

"I've heard of it for a long time. Qi Mingchen generously stretched out his hand to Zhao Zejun, and introduced himself with a smile: "Qi Mingchen, please take care of Mr. Zhao in the future." ”

"Mr. Mingchen is polite. ”

As soon as he shook hands with the other party, Zhao Zejun found that Qi Mingchen's big hands were full of calluses, stable and powerful.

A square face with Chinese characters, sharp edges and corners, separated from the imaginary image of a roe deer and a rat, but there is also no trace of the fairy style of the world's masters, under the loose short-sleeved sportswear, the chest muscles are towering, and the exposed arm muscles are knotted, and they are unusually strong.

A middle-aged athletic man?

Zhao Zejun was looking at Qi Mingchen, and Qi Mingchen was also looking at Zhao Zejun, but his gaze was more direct, slightly tilting his head, squinting his eyes, and looking at Zhao Zejun with interest.

"Interesting......" Qi Mingchen smiled and shook his head slightly.

"What's the point?" asked the old cow.

Qi Mingchen said: "With all due respect, Mr. Zhao's physiognomy is the posture of a middle-aged person, a well-off family." Now in his early twenties, he has a huge business, which is indeed unexpected. ”

Gossip Zhou Yi face to face palmistry, Zhao Zejun has some understanding in his previous life, he can't believe it all, he can't believe it all, the existence of human beings and the universe itself is a mystery that no one can tell, no one is sure, modern technology must be closer to the truth than Wenwang Zhou Yi.

In his last life, he was not a middle-aged person, a well-off family.

I just felt that this Qi Mingchen was 'a little interesting', but how did I know that his next sentence made this meaning become 'boring'.

Qi Mingchen smiled at Lao Niu and said: "Mr. Zhao has such achievements at a young age, he must have met a nobleman." ”

Not only was Zhao Zejun dumbfounded, but even Ding Lan couldn't help laughing, this Mingchen Taoist priest had been around for a long time, still talking about the car and slapping the old cow's ass.

Niu Shishi celebrated his birthday, and Qi Mingchen brought a piece of jade in good condition, which is said to have been carved out of the cliff behind Wudang Mountain as a birthday gift.

Zhao Zejun saw that he looked like a liar, pondered for a moment in his heart, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Mingchen, you are practicing in Wudang Mountain, you must be proficient in Taijiquan?"

"You can't talk about cultivation, it's just a matter of living. Qi Mingchen nodded: "Tai Chi, I understand a little." ”

"I've always had a question, Chinese martial arts, Tai Chi is blown so amazing, can it be actually fought?" Zhao Zejun asked.

There is a three-point aggression in the tone of this discourse, and the 'blowing is superb' has already shown a disdainful attitude.

The old cow frowned, but did not speak. Ding Lan laughed and groaned without squeaking.

Qi Mingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at Zhao Zejun, and said lightly: "Chinese martial arts, more emphasis is on a technique, is the way of health preservation. As for fighting, you will hurt 1,000 enemies and 800 yourself. If you punch someone, even if you knock the opponent down, you will be shocked by yourself, which is contrary to the cultivation of the body. Those famous fighters, after retiring, are all scarred, like boxing champion Ali and even became demented, this is the reason. The spirit of Chinese martial arts does not advocate fighting. ”

This is a bit nonsense, Zhao Zejun sneered and said: "Martial arts martial arts, after all, martial arts are before the operation, and martial arts are not dances." Mr. Mingchen, according to what you say, martial arts are just fancy and useless things?"

Lao Niu is interested in immortality, Zhao Zejun doesn't believe it at all, but whether he is immortal or not, this thing can't be confirmed, and he can only wait until the moment of death to have an answer. But the martial arts can be true or false, and the truth can be judged. Qi Mingchen looked like a master in the world, but Zhao Zejun wanted to see how he faced this problem.

Wudang Mountain has a thousand-year-old heritage, and Taijiquan is famous, if Qi Mingchen can't come up with some real materials, just with a mouth, the credibility will be greatly reduced.

"Mr. Zhao, this is testing me. Qi Mingchen also saw Zhao Zejun's intentions, smiled, and said unhurriedly: "How to say it, martial arts first originated on the battlefield, it is a fighting and killing technique, and it is a killing technique. After the Song Dynasty, the suppression of martial arts and the rise of firearms after the Ming and Qing dynasties, martial arts went into decline, from fighting skills to health preservation. Modern combat sports have many restrictions, and the most ferocious side of martial arts has been completely stifled, so in the eyes of modern people, martial arts have become purely useless showmanship. ”

This remark is also a cliché, and it was used as a shield by the 'Guoshu Party' of later generations, and every time it is said that martial arts are unbearable, someone will inevitably jump out and say that they are restricted by the rules and strangled by the regime.

Zhao Zejun asked according to his words: "In other words, traditional martial arts can be used for fighting?"

Qi Mingchen didn't seem to know that this was a trick at all, and said as a matter of course: "Yes." ”

"Not necessarily. Zhao Zejun is not ready to let go of Qi Mingchen today, and said: "The debate between traditional martial arts and modern fighting is so fierce, there are so-called martial arts masters everywhere, all kinds of sects, is there no one who can stand up and prove traditional martial arts?

When it came to this point, Lao Niu and Ding Lan were also interested. The so-called Chinese martial arts are miraculous in movies and television, but in reality, they are indeed vulnerable.

As a Chinese, in the face of reality, I have to admit that martial arts are useless flowers, but after all, it is something that has been inherited for thousands of years, and there is always some unwillingness.

"In these years, how can there be a martial arts master?" Qi Mingchen smiled.

"What do you mean by that?" Niu Shengli asked curiously.

"Mr. Niu, martial arts is not too mysterious, it is a professional skill like boxing, taekwondo, and sanda. Even if it is a skill, of course, it must be studied and practiced diligently. ”

Qi Mingchen said: "Even an ordinary employee, if he wants to do a good job, he has to work eight hours a day, and maybe he often works overtime." Scientists are immersed in the laboratory, poor and well-rounded, martial arts athletes, have a lot of training time every day, and are equipped with professional nutritionists. But what about the so-called martial artists now? How many people can practice for more than 10 hours a day, rain or shine three days a year? Not only do they not practice, but they also don't know how to maintain their health, and they come to drink and make money. Expect to play two hours a week and become a master?"

Qi Mingchen's words were more sincere, Zhao Zejun nodded, and asked, "Then how do you think martial arts can be applied to martial arts?"

"As I just said, martial arts is a system, including shaping, self-cultivation, and understanding the principles of life, and as for martial arts, it is only a part of it. ”

Qi Mingchen said: "One of the most famous theories of Taijiquan, four or two thousand catties, this is a bit exaggerated, but after mastering the skills, the strength of fifty catties can deal with one hundred catties, which is possible." The problem is that many so-called martial arts masters now have big bellies and are loose and saggy, and they don't even have the strength of fifty catties, but people's hope for him is that he can deal with the strength of two hundred catties, three hundred catties, and even one person to deal with several people, how is this possible?

What is martial arts? Strength, speed, skill, experience, reflexes, and courage are all indispensable. At present, the so-called masters are not as strong as ordinary people, they can run 10,000 meters out of breath, and they can't do a few pull-ups, so what kind of strength can they talk about? They have never fought a few times in their lives, and their fighting experience is not as good as that of street gangsters. As for the skills, the routines are extremely proficient, but the fighting skills contained in each move and style are completely ignorant. This kind of person, let him fight against a fighter who has been professionally trained for many years, how can he fight?"

"I remembered. Lao Niu interjected and said: "I heard Mingchen say before that when he was a child in Wudang Mountain, the homework he had to do every day was to carry water and chop wood, carrying dozens of catties of buckets from morning to night, running up and down the mountain. This is a basic practice, right?"

Zhao Zejun glanced at Lao Niu and said with a smile: "Having said so much, Mr. Mingchen showed us a hand, I see that you have all the muscles, and there should be no problem in strength, right? Coincidentally, my bodyguard happens to be a professional in judo." ”