The wine is warm and the tea is boiling, and the snacks are full.

Although it was afternoon, the sky was getting darker, and the snow still didn't stop. In the pavilion, eleven people sat around the stove, drinking tea and wine, all silent.

Because it's a private banquet, the seating order is not so particular. Liang Zhijing sat at the top, Cheng Lishan at the bottom, Mrs. Li at the bottom, and the others sat at random, and there was no rule to talk about.

A pot of tea, two rounds of wine, the stove is booming, Liang Zhijing hugged his grandson, the wine was slightly drunk, watching the family gathered next to him, the garden was full of peaches and plums, his heart was happy, and he drank a big sip of wine.

The wine is a good wine, the entrance is soft, the sauce is rich, as soon as it enters the abdomen, the strength is lifted up, and his cheeks are flushed, taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Liang Zhijing gently knocked on the table: "What is Guoshu?"

"Guoshu. This is a heavy and vast proposition. I, Liang Zhijing, have been obsessed with Chinese studies for 40 years, and I have paid a lifetime of hard work, and I dare not say that I can completely analyze it clearly. As for most people now, they haven't even heard the word Guoshu, which has to be said to be the sadness of Chinese civilization. “

"Martial arts, stop fighting for martial arts. Technique, the way to strengthen the body, and settle the country. To put it simply, martial arts is the fighting skills and methods of using strength to kill the enemy in battle, and this kind of martial art that only kills the enemy and does not perform is called national art. ”

"At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the country was closed to the country, Yelang was arrogant, the government was corrupt, and the land annexation was serious. At this time, the world is changing dramatically. The first industrial revolution in Europe took place, and the social productive forces, military power, and economy were all undergoing unprecedented explosive growth. ”

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. In 1840, the British invaded China, and three years later the Qing court was defeated. In 1856, the British and French invaded China and burned the Old Summer Palace, and the Qing court was defeated four years later. In 1883, during the Sino-French War, the Qing court took the initiative to negotiate peace. Subsequently, the British invasion of Tibet, the First Sino-Japanese War, the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Alliance, and the Russo-Japanese War broke out one after another, all of which ended with the crushing defeat of the Qing court and the payment of land compensation. ”

"In the end, the rotten Qing court was overthrown by angry revolutionaries, and then the Republic of China was established. In this context, Zhang Zhijiang, Feng Yuxiang, Yu Youren, Cai Yuanpei and others called for the establishment of the Guoshu Research Museum in Nanjing, saying that "the establishment of the Guoshu Museum was originally a passion for saving the country, in order to strengthen the country, and follow the people's national art." In the following year, it was renamed the Central Guoshu Museum, and hundreds of Chinese martial arts such as Xingyi, Tai Chi, Bagua, Baji, Praying Mantis, Tongbei, and Wing Chun were unified as Guoshu.

"National art, the art of strengthening the body, strengthening the species, strengthening the country, the art of killing the enemy!"

"Before the Industrial Revolution, the national art forged the magnificent glory of our 2,000-year-old Celestial Empire, and poured the solid foundation of our great motherland that will never fall. Because of the national arts, our China has been leading the world in more than 2,000 years of history. ”

"In 1840, a cannon rang out, and the once glorious national art was crushed into powder under the rolling wheels of the industrial revolution, which was the collision between machine and handicraft, the old era and the new era, and the outcome was already doomed, unstoppable and unavoidable. But the ensuing hundred years of humiliation made us completely abandon the precious wealth left to us by our ancestors, and drove the crumbling national art into the abyss. ”

"Today, the power of guns and firearms has increased by leaps and bounds. The number of people who practice martial arts is becoming fewer and fewer, almost one in a hundred, and there is no one in a hundred people who practice national arts. Nowadays, people think that the moon in foreign countries is rounder. ”

"Korean taekwondo is popular all over the world, Japanese karate, kendo, judo, aikido, and ninjutsu are popular in Asia, and Thai Muay Thai is highly respected, free fighting, Burmese boxing, etc., all of which shine, but only the national art that has supported our 2,000 years of glory has been criticized. It's either that you can't actually fight, or you can't get on the stage, but as long as it's foreign, everything is good. ”

"None of the hundreds of martial arts in the national arts can be fought, they are all showy, but the martial arts of other countries that were born from one or two Chinese national arts immediately turned into serfs as masters, and the pheasant in distress turned into a phoenix. It's healthy, practical, and easy to use. Liang Zhijing's tone was full of sadness about the loss of national arts, the powerlessness of the decline of traditional culture, and the resentment of admiring foreign flattery.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the clusters of glass on the gazebo are like spears and halberds. Liang Zhijing poured a big sip of wine again, the wine was in his stomach, and the blood in his heart was like the burning charcoal fire, burning more and more. Suddenly, the alcohol surged, Liang Zhijing seemed to be drunk, suddenly stood up, and sang in a low voice with the wind and snow.

When the guns of the West opened the ancient doors,

A century of humiliation,

Let's throw away the roots of our ancestors.

5,000 years of civilization,

Gone in the sound of gunfire,

The once glorious national arts,

It has become a historical void.

What we discarded,

It is not only the roots of the nation,

There is also the wind of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the soul of Yan Huang.

Liang Zhijing's singing, full of emotion and high spirits, is the feeling of the drunkenness, the most touching heartstrings.

"Well said! Mr. Liang's words really went to my old Cheng heart, I can't imagine that in today's society, there are such an understanding person as Mr. Liang!" The pavilion suddenly resounded with fierce cheers, and everyone applauded, especially Cheng Lishan, who was even more bloody, and his big face was flushed, slapping a pair of palms with earth-shattering sounds.

"Martial arts is a sports method for the purpose of technical fighting, which can also be said to be technical fighting, and its core point is technical combat and actual combat, to put it bluntly, it is to defeat others in actual combat. And the national art that arose at the time of national disaster is to strengthen the country and the species, and the only purpose is to fight and kill, and the lethality is even more powerful. ”

"You can't kill people in actual combat, it's just dance and gymnastics for viewing and performance, and it can also be called national art?"

"Taekwondo is flashy and unrealistic, and it is difficult to play in actual combat. Although karate is powerful, it has obvious shortcomings. Muay Thai is fierce and fierce, extremely strong in actual combat, but too rigid is easy to break, and its brutal training methods in exchange for strong explosive power will not last. However, my Chinese national art, after thousands of years of inheritance, generations of grandmasters have been able to expand and develop, and they have long been combined with internal and external, both rigid and soft. It also integrates life and death fighting and health training, and can reach the peak of martial arts and the limit of physical fitness. It's a pity that the people of the world have no eyes, so that the pearl is covered with dust, sad! "Speaking of national arts, Cheng Lishan is radiant, talking eloquently, sometimes radiant, sometimes beating his chest.

I didn't expect Master Cheng to be the inheritor of the national arts, so he must show his hands and not shirk. Liang Zhijing was in a good mood.

"Liang Lao's request, I naturally can't shirk it, but I practice authentic national arts, and there is no ornamental showcase, I hope Liang Lao understands. ”

"I've been fascinated by Guoshu for a long time, but it's a pity that I haven't seen it for a long time, and I am lucky enough to meet Mr. today, and it will be an eye-opener!" Liang Zhijing laughed heartily. At this time, he automatically ignored Zhang Dashan, because he knew that under the command of Liu Yuantu, the No. 1 master in Nanhu and the chief instructor of the public security special police, Cheng Lishan could still be selected by the government to protect Han Zhengxian, so he must be not inferior to Liu Yuantu, or even stronger. And Zhang Dashan is less than nineteen years old, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to surpass the process of Lishan.

"My kung fu is seven points and eight extremes, and three points of gossip. Cheng Lishan took a few steps forward, found an open place, and put on a fist fight, his expression suddenly serious.

He sank his waist and tied his horse, the soles of his feet and five toes suddenly loosened and tightened, he lifted his heels, and the spine dragon twisted suddenly, his whole body surged with strength, and he stomped on the ground violently.

"Buzz!" Snowflakes splashed, ice chips flew, and the hard concrete floor made a dull, deep echo, and the whole ground trembled. With the dark strength of stomping, Cheng Lishan's figure shook, his lunge was like an arrow, his steps brushed the ground and swept out, and a step jumped out of a distance of two or three meters, fast and urgent, like a black bear rubbing his back, and slammed into the pine tree on the left side of the pavilion.

This time, the momentum is like a broken string, and it is like a thunderbolt, and it is the most violent and violent Tieshan Leaning in the Eight Extremes Boxing.

"Boom!" The two or three feet thick pine tree was knocked and trembled, and the clusters of sword-sharp ice hanging from the tree rumbled down, stabbing straight towards Cheng Lishan. At this time, Bingling is no different from a sword, not to mention falling at such a fast speed, even if you gently pull it on your hand, you have to make an opening. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been poked out of a few blood holes a long time ago, and he would have died. But what kind of person is Cheng Lishan? I saw him standing still, his arms flying around his body like two big guns, stabbing in all directions, and like two devouring poisonous snakes, turning forward and backward, pounced left and right.

"Click! click...... "Cheng Lishan is as motionless as a mountain, but his elbows are flying like spears on the upper plate, or he smashes the iron fist, or sharpens the hand knife, or makes the iron palm poke, chop, and slap, and in a few breaths, the falling ice cube is slapped into debris, and on his body, there is still no snow on him, and everything is as before.

This kind of kung fu, although it does not reach the legendary water splash, is also a miraculous skill.

PS: The national art in the book is a broad concept, not just traditional martial arts. The precious wealth left by the older generation over thousands of years and continuous improvement is called national art. Such as Chinese painting, traditional Chinese medicine, porcelain, carving, calligraphy, poetry, etc.