Go Crazy! You Call This Level 1 Civilization?

Chapter 16 Talk About Popular Science Breathing Method, What The Hell Are You Inciting Stories?

"I don't know if my age is suitable for practicing Chinese martial arts?"

Lao Wang stood up and walked around the office,

Sitting in the office for a long time and lack of exercise made him directly become a fat man with a round waist and thick legs.

Although he is not over fifty, he can feel his body, which seems to be very stretched.

According to folklore, it is said that Chinese martial arts should be practiced from an early age.

Otherwise, as you get older and older, your body's qi and blood will start to decline,

Even if you step into the door of Chinese martial arts, you can't practice anything famous.

"Maybe I can find a chance to ask Chen Xuan what he should know..."

Lao Wang looked at Chen Xuan in the live broadcast room,

According to the characteristics of this guy's live broadcast before, before the end of each live broadcast, he will choose three questions to answer.

At that time, as long as you operate in the dark, you will hardly have any difficulty in getting the answer to the question.

"Anchor Cowhide! Since breathing method has such a strong effect on Chinese martial arts, why is it lost?"

"That's right, that's right, shouldn't good things be protected? Why is our national art just gone?"

"curious……"

"+1..."

at this time,

Chen Xuan had just finished popularizing the breathing method, and there were tens of thousands of bullet screens in the live broadcast room immediately.

mostly emotion,

The breathing method, which is the essence of Chinese martial arts, will be lost in the inheritance?

On the contrary, boxing routines have been handed down almost without loss.

Chen Xuan said with a smile: "Actually, you can't say that. The loss of the breathing method may be due to the protection of the martial arts, or because of some irreversible reasons..."

"But since everyone is so interested, let's choose the first question of this issue..."

At this time, the time in the live broadcast room has reached 3:30 in the afternoon.

It was only 30 minutes away from the two-hour live broadcast.

"As I said just now, there are roughly two reasons for the loss of breathing in Chinese martial arts. The first one may be an internal reason, which is what we often call sectarianism..."

"For this point, it must be easy for everyone to understand. Guoshu is the collective name for our Xia Kingdom Kung Fu. It includes Taiji, Baji, Xingyiquan and other boxing techniques."

"Each boxing method has its unique features, and there are naturally some things that cannot be widely spread."

"Of course, there is nothing to say about this, but the second point. I think everyone needs to understand it carefully..."

"What is national art?"

"Only killing the enemy, but not performing the art of defending the country is the national art..."

"Decades ago, when wars were raging, a group of Taoist priests went down the mountain with their swords on their backs. The youngest disciple was left alone to guard the inheritance in the temple. He threw his head and blood for the country..."

"That tragic war took away the lives of countless people, and it was from then on that martial arts and warriors began to disappear without a trace..."

Speaking of which,

Chen Xuan's voice became hoarse unconsciously,

Although he didn't experience the years of burning wars, he went to that Taoist temple and saw the lonely old Taoist priest,

I spend the whole day with Guannei clay sculptures as companions, just waiting for the return of the master and brother who came down the mountain.

"How much inheritance do you think a young Taoist boy can keep for the Taoist temple?"

As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking,

The audience in the live broadcast room suddenly,

"Yeah, what can a little Daoist hold on to? It would be nice not to let the remaining Daoist books rot..."

"I, I actually cried... Chen Da, why did the good popular science breathing method disappear? What the hell is your provocative story?"

"The anchor returned my tears, my eyes are red from crying!"

"Nimma, it's so touching. No wonder the martial arts will be lost. What can a child hold? It's not bad if you don't starve yourself to death!"

"It's no loss that I am the ancestor of the Xia Kingdom! In order to protect the family and the country, the inheritance of the national art and life can be thrown away!"

"Speechless reward Rocket x 10..."

"Riding my beloved little pig to reward the rocket x 10..."

"Zhang Fei from Yan gave a reward of Rocket x 10..."

"..."

In an instant, rockets flew all over the screen, submerging the entire live broadcast room.

Lao Wang, who has been watching the live broadcast, is also crying at the moment,

A man doesn't flick his tears lightly, but he doesn't reach the sad place,

He didn't expect that the lost breathing method in this national art would actually involve the secrets of the time when the war was raging.

He also knows about the story Chen Xuan told, the Taoist temple was only discovered some time ago,

The original Xiaodao boy has become an old man with gray hair and stooped figure,

The most common thing to do every day is to stand on the stone platform outside the Taoist temple and look at the foot of the mountain, waiting for his master and senior brothers to return.

the other side,

Old Professor Zhou couldn't help breathing and trembling,

It turned out that it wasn't that the national art was not true, but that the most important thing was lost because of protecting something more important!

It is said that no matter how skilled you are, you will be afraid of kitchen knives, and no matter how good you are at light industry, you will be knocked down with a single shot.

At that time the guns were rampant,

The national art that can mobilize the potential of the body seems to be like a mantis arm blocking a car, and it doesn't play much role at all.

"It seems that some play is off..."

Chen Xuan touched his chin,

Seeing the sudden silence of the barrage in the live broadcast room, he scratched the back of his head helplessly,

This silent heaviness,

It made him feel a trace of inexplicable grief in his heart.

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