Chapter 172: No matter how high his martial arts are, what can he do?

Zhou Shen looked at the remaining life on the attribute panel, excited and excited.

The remaining life span is now 69 years and 329 days, which is "only" 2 years and 200 days more than the previous 67 years and 129 days.

However, living to be 97 years old and living a long life are completely different concepts.

There are many elderly people in this world who can live to be over 90 years old, but there are very few elderly people who can really cross the threshold of 100 years old.

In their hometowns and towns, as long as the age of 100 on their ID cards has reached the age of 100, not only village and town cadres will regularly come to visit and express condolences during the New Year's holidays, but even city and county leaders will come to visit them when they go to the countryside.

"I didn't expect that I would live to be 100 years old, this year is August 1, 2020, which means that I can live to ...... normally without losing my life In 2090? ”

He didn't settle the account before, but now he is shocked.

"Damn, 2090, cyberpunk is only 2077."

"Hahaha...... I actually lived to 2090. The more Zhou Shen thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help laughing, "I don't know what it will look like in seventy years?" Will this world really be like Cyber, with all kinds of high-tech technology? ”

Many people believe that in just forty or fifty years, human science and technology cannot develop so fast, and the research on science fiction architecture, personal aircraft, holographic technology, biomechanical prosthetics, intelligent AI, brain-computer and so on in cyberpunk has been developed.

However, he thinks that as long as science and technology break through the bottleneck, the development is actually very fast, for example, if the controllable nuclear fusion technology is really realized, then in 50 years, even if it does not reach the level of cyberpunk technology, the difference will not be too far.

"I wonder if I will be able to see the realization of controlled nuclear fusion technology in my lifetime?"

This question flashed through Zhou Shen's mind, and then he got up in a beautiful mood, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and went downstairs for breakfast.

After breakfast, he walked slowly towards the sea.

……

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Haojiang North Island, Seaview Flower Garden Villa.

In the back garden, an old man with a big back and a striped suspender shirt is loosening the soil and watering the flowers, and a pastoral civet cat is lying there licking the hair on its front feet.

Not far behind, a maid in her thirties dressed as a maid, with a white towel on her arm, stood there quietly.

After the old man finished loosening the soil and watering the flowers and sorting out the tools, the maid stepped forward and handed the towel to the old man, "Mr. Shen, give it!" ”

The old man took the towel, wiped the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and carefully wiped the dirt stained by his fingers.

As soon as he handed the towel to the maid, there was a sound of a car engine coming from the front hall of the villa, and at the same time, a man in his thirties walked over from the path next to the villa and said respectfully: "Mr. Shen, President Ruan is here." ”

"Oh, really?"

When the old man heard this, he immediately walked happily towards the front hall of the villa.

This old man is none other than Shen Weiran's son, Shen Wanlin.

Shen Wanlin was not interested in inheriting the family business at all, but was very obsessed with literature, after completing his bachelor's degree in literature at Yan University in Kyoto, he went to France to study for a doctorate, and after returning to China, he served as a distinguished professor at Sun Yat-sen University in Guangdong Province and the Department of Literature of Zhujiang University.

Then when he was in his forties, he became obsessed with traditional Chinese martial arts, and began to study and learn Wing Chun, Pak Mei Boxing, Hung Boxing, etc., and has many honorary titles such as Honorary Vice President of Wing Chun in Guangdong, Hong Kong and Macao, Director of the Chinese Wushu Association, and President of Pak Mei Boxing in Guangdong Province.

However, in the past year or two, because he has been busy assisting his son to take over the family business, he has been living in seclusion.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, Professor Shen's demeanor is still the same."

"Hehe, President Ruan is the same......"

Shen Wanlin and Ruan Zhengtang, who was in the dust, exchanged a few words of greeting, and then the two of them came to the guest tea room in the side hall.

It is a sunroom-like room, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, lush trees, flower ponds, and a bustling view of the Hao River and the sea in the distance through the trees.

"President Ruan, please have tea!"

The servant handed the teacup to Ruan Zhengtang.

Ruan Zhengtang thanked him, and then thanked Shen Wanlin for his help yesterday, for Zhou Shen's matter, Shen Wanlin made a special trip to call the chief of Haojiang Xing, which was really very face-saving.

Then the two of them started talking about Wing Chun and Pak Mei again.

chatting happily, Shen Wanlin also pulled Ruan Zhengtang to the practice room next door to help.

"Let's go, I haven't practiced for a long time......"

After sweating profusely, Shen Wanlin stopped, wiped his sweat and asked with a smile on his face, "By the way, President Ruan...... Who is that Zhou Shen, I heard in the morning that many people pleaded for him. ”

Ruan Zhengtang also wiped his sweat and said, "I was about to tell you just now, but you turned it off." ”

"Teacher Zhou is a real martial arts master, and his kung fu has been practiced to the point of dark energy."

"Teacher Zhou? Dark energy? Shen Wanlin couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "Is it that powerful?" ”

Seeing Shen Wanlin's smile, Ruan Zhengtang paused for a moment, then reacted, and hurriedly said: "Professor Shen, you misunderstood, the dark energy I said is not as simple as an ordinary realm, but a kind of ...... A very advanced level of kung fu. ”

Ruan Zhengtang then explained in detail to Shen Wanlin the real differences between the various realms in martial arts, such as [Ming Jin], [Dark Jin], [Transformation Realm], and [Dan Jin].

"The real dark power master is very powerful, full of qi and blood, infinite strength, with amazing destructive power between gestures, and the eaves and walls are idle, as well as light power water flying, internal breathing ......"

Shen Wanlin has studied and practiced boxing for so many years, and it is the first time he has heard that a person's fist can beat the air, which is beyond his understanding.

And as a person with a modern scientific education, I don't believe in such a thing at all.

When you hear what cornices and walls are behind, light water flying, internal breathing, etc., it feels like a fantasy.

Seeing that Ruan Zhengtang was still talking endlessly and excitedly, Shen Wanlin couldn't help it and interrupted: "President Ruan, with all due respect, do you believe these things you said?" ”

"Hahaha......"

Looking at the slightly angry look on Shen Wanlin's face, Ruan Zhengtang couldn't help but laugh.

Shen Wanlin is a person who has been a professor, whether he is doing knowledge or studying and practicing martial arts, he likes to seek truth from facts and does not like to be exaggerated.

"I know, I know, you definitely don't believe it, if I was half a month ago, I wouldn't believe it if I was killed."

"The kung fu I just said is a legendary ancient martial art, and it is impossible for anyone to do it now, and it also violates the laws of physics, right?"

"I'll tell you, that's because you've never seen someone run at a speed of more than 80 kilometers per hour on both legs, you haven't seen anyone touch the height of six or seven meters, and you haven't seen someone kick a 200-kilogram wooden stake with one kick, and you haven't seen anyone who can move four meters away in an instant."

Shen Wanlin looked at Ruan Zhengtang's excited appearance, shook his head and said, "Are you telling a story?" I don't believe it! ”

……

Not only did Shen Wanlin not believe it, but Lin Yutang and Lin Huijun's father and daughter on the other side also didn't believe it.

The father and daughter watched the video dozens of times, and then contacted many witnesses through many connections, and the results were all sworn by the assurances that they were absolutely not lying.

The father and daughter were shocked and didn't sleep all night.

Anyone with a modern education knows that the kung fu shown in these videos has completely violated the laws of physics.

It's like Zhou Shen is in the Zhenhua Martial Arts Hall, in front of countless people, kicking and exploding thickened boxing targets, kicking leather sandbags, and punching wooden stakes, which are very unreasonable.

With the strength of human flesh and bones, how could it withstand such a huge impact?

If you really kick and explode the sandbags, the wooden piles, the fists and legs, they will definitely be wasted.

The father and daughter didn't want to believe it, but in order to find out the truth of the matter, they immediately found more witnesses.

Early in the morning, these witnesses came from Guangdong Province one after another.

The first person Lin Yutang met was Huang Xuelin, vice president of the Guangdong Provincial Wushu Association and a famous Hongquan master.

The Lin family was very generous, just to invite him over, they spent hundreds of thousands, nominally inviting him to come to Haojiang to practice Hongquan.

Although Huang Xuelin is not short of money, no one will be afraid of money, the drill is only an hour, and he earns hundreds of thousands, so why not?

"Hello President Huang, I have admired my name for a long time!"

"Lin Dong is polite."

"This is my daughter Lin Huijun, who is also the general manager and executive director of Genting Days."

"Hello Mr. Lin."

"Hello President Huang, it's a pleasure to meet you, I've always heard that you are a martial arts master in Guangdong Province, and I have wanted to visit you for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity."

"Hehe, Mr. Lin has won the award......"

The ancestors of the Lin family are from Fujian Province, and although they have been living in Malay all these years, their Mandarin is quite standard.

After some pleasantries, the two sides sat down.

Lin Yutang asked with a straight smile: "President Huang, I invited you over today to ask you about someone, about the Iron Leg Divine Fist Master Zhou Shenzhou. ”

"Zhou Shen?" Huang Xuelin, who was originally smiling, heard Lin Yutang's question, and his face instantly sank, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Lin Yutang saw Huang Xuelin's expression and asked cautiously: "I heard that this Master Zhou, he was in a family called Guanyu Fighting Hall in Yangcheng, and he kicked and exploded the cowhide sandbag. I heard that Chairman Huang, you were one of the witnesses at the time, I don't know if this incident is true or not? ”

Huang Xuelin was silent for a while and said: "Boxing is based on virtue, and there is no fist without virtue." Boxing is based on a person's fine character to establish and play its application function, and people who lack virtue will not obtain real boxing. ”

Lin Yutang was confused, "Is that true or false?" ”

Huang Xuelin followed: "If you haven't learned art, you have learned etiquette, and you have never learned martial arts before you have learned morality." In the teaching of martial arts, we must first teach morality, boxing with virtue and martial virtue, based on self-cultivation, respect and humility, and at the same time respect teachers and friends, clear boxing principles, rather than relying on high kung fu, no one in the eyes, not respect the teacher. ”

Lin Yutang: "Uh, is that true or fake?" ”

Huang Xuelin said impatiently: "No matter how high his martial arts are, what can he do, now is the era of the legal system." ”

PS: Ask for a monthly pass and a recommended ticket.

(End of chapter)