"Medical Martial Arts Hall?" Lin Shuang'er and Wang Ye glanced at each other, both a little surprised.

"How could the boss come up with the idea of opening a medical martial arts hall?" Lin Shuang'er was a little stunned. Xia Ye said: "I want to combine medicine and martial arts, strengthen the country's physique, Chinese medicine and national arts, are the essence of my empire, I don't want them to decline." ”

"Daoist Wang Ye, you are a genius who entered Yuheng at the age of twenty-five, and you are also a divine doctor, Shuang'er, you are the head of Bian Quemen, the Tianjiao of the Chinese medicine world, this medical martial arts hall, I can't do without your help." Wang Ye said lightly: "Mr. Xia is also a Qimen Warlock of the Heavenly Pivot Realm, and the poor Dao is completely inferior to you. ”

"You can't say that." Xia Ye shook his head, when he was in retreat and practice in Wudang Mountain, it was a bit like Wang Zhenghe's Daigo empowerment, and he successfully entered the Tianshu.

In fact, Xia Ye knows a lot about martial arts, and he only knows about medicine. It is equivalent to the value of force, but the realm is still a newcomer.

"I'm a rough and skinny person, and I can't preside over the overall situation." Summer Night waved his hand and said. Lin Shuang'er was puzzled: "Boss, how do you plan to open a martial arts hall?" ”

"You don't have to worry about opening a martial arts hall, you don't need anything to open a martial arts hall, a storefront, a signboard, you can open for business, but what I want is something that can make Chinese people fit and healthy, it is equivalent to a practice that everyone can practice!" Wang Ye blurted out: "For example, Tai Chi!" ”

"That's right!" Summer Night nodded,

"Tai Chi, Five Fowl Opera and other exercises, is the art of medicine and martial arts, I yearn for it, but it cannot be truly transmitted, naturally it cannot be taught to others, if you want to make the Chinese people strong, it is best to create a more brutal self-defense technique on the basis of them, and at the same time, it can also strengthen the body, so that the practitioner will not invade all diseases!" As soon as these words came out, Wang Ye and Lin Shuang'er all fell into a deep groan.

"Xia always wants to heal martial arts? Truth be told, it's hard, and for hundreds of years, almost no one has done it. Wang Ye said.

"Hehe, I have a lot of thoughts, can I do it, don't think about it, the most important thing is, if we don't do it, who else can do it?" Summer Night got up and spoke slowly,

"If you wait until they're gone, it's going to be too late." When the youth is strong, the country is strong. National art and medical skills need to be taught from young people.

Wang Ye's face was solemn. To tell the truth, Wudang is just a place to escape from the world and cultivate, and those of them who cultivate in the mountains have never thought of doing such a great thing for the benefit of the country and the people.

It takes many generations of hard work and a lot of time to make the declining way of medicine and martial arts flourish again.

Summer Night's decision to do this was by no means a whim. Wang Ye waved to him: "What Mr. Xia did, the great man of chivalry, the poor Dao admires, I Wudang Mountain will definitely participate in this matter!" Lin Shuang'er smiled: "We, Bian Quemen, have always supported the boss, and we have never repeatedly!" ”

"It's just ......" Wang Ye fell into a deep groan,

"If you want to create such an exercise, it is definitely not enough for me and Master Lin alone, we need our master and uncle to participate together."

"You mean, Daoist Wang Zhenghe and Master Lin Zhengying?"

"That's right!" Wang Ye looked at Lin Shuang'er,

"Self-created exercises are not a simple thing, they cannot be completed in a day, although this set of exercises is only used by the common people, but it also needs to exert its sufficient effect!" Xia Ye thought for a while: "When I was in Wudang and Jin Tianshu, Wang Daochang gave me an empowerment and taught me to learn a technique, if I use it to improve it slightly, can it be made public?" Wang Ye was stunned: "Mr. Xia, this is very dangerous......"

"The transmission of the exercises is not just a matter of individuals, it is related to the entire sect." Wang Ye said,

"Mr. Xia had better discuss this matter with my uncle."

"Understood." A few minutes later. Xia Ye smiled and talked to Wang Zhenghe on the phone.

"Hahaha, that Wang Dao Chief, I will be waiting for you in Gusu, and at that time, I will send someone to pick you up."

"It's not why, just because Wang Daochang cares so much about the society and the people, this set of kung fu must be taught by you!"

"Okay, okay, that's it, Wang Daochang can start his journey." Looking at Xia Ye's direct call to his uncle, Wang Ye stood aside and was dumbfounded.

Although Uncle Shi has a mobile phone, he usually doesn't even bother to look at it. Unexpectedly, the phone call on the summer night could actually get through, and Uncle Shi actually connected.

Wang Ye was a little angry, when would Uncle Shi be so enthusiastic about his family?

"Your uncle has promised me to come to Gusu to meet us immediately, about this exercise, he said that it can be slightly improved, so that the people can learn the level, there is no need to teach them a full set, there is a simple version, you can also strengthen the body." Wang Ye frowned, he knew Wudang's kung fu very well.

Mr. Xia is also passed down from one line to another. What he practiced was nothing more than those few true transmissions in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there would be no more.

Could it be that Uncle Shi taught him something else? No way!

"Mr. Xia, with all due respect, what other exercises in Wudang are simple versions that can be practiced by ordinary people?" Kung Fu is hard.

To practice martial arts, talent and hard work are indispensable. How can ordinary people get in?

Freezing three feet, not a day's cold, it is impossible to succeed. Even in ancient times, most of the people who practiced martial arts came from wealthy families.

Those who have money and leisure, talent and hard work, and even need the guidance of famous teachers, plus a little chance and luck, to become a generation of grandmasters.

As for modern society, it is more difficult. Ordinary people are already exhausted when they go to work to make ends meet, where can they have the spare money and energy to practice martial arts?

Even if it is to guide some rich idlers, it is not so simple. The rich are the most difficult to fool, the true transmission of martial arts depends on talent, not to mention whether you can accept disciples or not, even if you really receive someone, few people can practice the effect.

After such screening, how many people can practice? The apprentices didn't teach a few, and you yourself were slandered as a swagger.

This is also Wudang, which is mostly internal kung fu. Those foreign schools that practice kung fu, if they want to get started, they are even more one in a million.

After such screening, it is almost eliminated, and the ideal of Xia Ye wants the whole people to practice martial arts. After all, practicing martial arts is only the privilege of some people.

Wang Ye groaned, unless he taught those ordinary people to practice some martial arts, it would be about the same. But the art of martial arts can easily hurt the muscles and bones, damage the body, and it is impossible to strengthen the body at all, let alone the combination of medicine and martial arts.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye couldn't help but sigh. In his opinion, the ideal of a summer night is too difficult, but it can only be realized theoretically, but in fact, it is difficult and a dream.

Regarding Wang Ye's inquiry, Xia Ye shook his head, he didn't know very well. Now, I can only wait for Wang Zhenghe to come to the door.