Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Inside the room, Chen Ye sat at the tea table, and the other person politely poured him a cup of tea as well.

Tang Long asked, "I heard from your third uncle that you know kung fu?"

Chen Ye casually said, "Having practiced Tai Chi, you still have the willpower."

"You're into traditional martial arts? What's the point of learning that stuff? Online martial arts are always being debunked! Don't get yourself into trouble. I think you're quite handsome. How about being a sparring partner at a women's self-defense school?"

"Self-defense techniques for women?"

At this point in the relationship, Tang Long bluntly stated:

"If you have a foundation in martial arts, it's easy to pick up. We have professional instructors to train you. Let me tell you, teaching martial arts these days isn't just about teaching the moves; you have to provide emotional value to your clients... Women's self-defense, as the name suggests, is about practicing martial arts with young ladies. To put it bluntly, it's about playing with them."

Chen Jianbin interrupted, "Chen Ye is still a child, from the countryside, and hasn't seen much of the world. There's nothing shady going on here, is there?"

Tang Long quickly said, "It's just teaching girls self-defense, not real fighting. It's just helping the girls stretch their legs and loosen their muscles. What kind of crooked path could that be? Let me tell you, Chen Lao Er, you have no idea about the real crooked and evil ways!"

"Can you tell me about it?"

Tang Long said:

"Sigh, the fighting world is in a mess right now. Nobody watches the serious matches anymore. Everyone's coming up with all sorts of ideas to make money. They have to come up with some clever excuses to generate buzz, get a few media outlets to spend money on them! Once it's trending, they go live, and afterwards they return all the money to the media outlets and split the fans' money 30/70."

"How come it's only 70%?"

"Seventy percent belongs to them! Even getting 30% depends on the platform's attitude; if you dare to try and cheat, they'll ban you in a heartbeat!"

"Then all that effort they put in is like begging on their knees!"

"Even with this, there are so many people who want to kneel but don't even have the chance."

Chen Ye asked, "Is there a martial arts tournament here?"

Old Tang was stunned, a little taken aback.

Chen Ye corrected, "It's a ring competition, the kind where you get a prize if you win."

Old Tang said, "There seems to be some kind of slapping contest next month, and they're currently trying to get sponsors..."

Chen Jianbin was somewhat worried, hesitant to speak, fearing that his son might smash someone's head with a slap. He still vividly remembered the scene of the load-bearing wall being cracked open by a single punch.

"Slapping? How can there be such a magical competition?" Chen Ye was very puzzled.

Tang Long said, "They're just bored. For projects overseas, if there are viewers, there will be sponsors. If there are sponsors, then contestants will sign up. It's a way to make money, so it's not shameful."

Chen Ye asked, "Aren't there any normal martial arts competitions?"

"There are also fighting games. I have inside information that Bull Beverage is planning a live-action fighting event, using the skin of 'The Voice of China'... Let's have some tea." Tang Long suddenly stopped talking.

Chen Jianbin said, "Chen Ye, we don't need that little bit of money, so don't go and participate in any competitions."

Tang Long waved his hand and said:

"Chen Lao Er, what's with that expression? He's my own nephew, how could I let him go to the competition? I think this kid is pretty good. You can rest assured with him here. All the female students here are decent people."

Chen Jianbin asked, "Chen Ye, what do you think? Do you want to work here?"

Chen Ye nodded: "I feel this place suits me quite well. It's a simple place to help the girls stretch and loosen their muscles."

Chen Jianbin also thought it was good, at least he wouldn't be fighting with people.

"Alright, you can adapt to this place, learn from your Uncle Tang, don't meddle in other people's business, and definitely don't cause trouble."

"Don't worry, I'm an adult now."

Chen Jianbin was still a little worried and instructed, "Xiao Ye, remember, this world isn't just about fighting and killing."

"What's this 'jianghu'?"

Old Tang said, "The martial world is all about human relationships and social customs."

Chen Jianbin smiled, finished his tea in one gulp, stood up and said, "Then I'll be going now."

Old Tang said, "What's the rush? Let's have a few drinks at noon, and I'll invite a few female classmates. It's been a long time since we've had a good time together."

"I can't compare to you. I have to go back to the office; the branch office has notified me of a meeting."

"Hey, aren't you on vacation today?"

"Just-in-time notice: a wanted criminal has fled to Xincheng. Be careful lately."

As Chen Jianbin walked to the door, he turned back and gave Chen Ye a "Go for it!" gesture.

"Keep it up, you're awesome!"

Chen Ye nodded; he could sense his father's goodwill.

Only the two of them remained in the room. Tang Long chatted casually with Chen Ye for about twenty minutes, mostly with Tang Long asking questions and Chen Ye answering.

Chen Ye proactively poured Uncle Tang a cup of tea.

"Uncle Tang, it's settled then. I'll be there for the training at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning."

Tang Long patted Chen Ye on the shoulder and said approvingly:

"Good lad, with such a handsome appearance, it's a waste that he doesn't go to a women's boxing gym! You can start working after a few days of training, and you won't be shortchanged on wages. Women's self-defense is very easy to learn."

Chen Ye is indeed very handsome; his long hair gives him the carefree air of a young Taoist priest wandering the mortal world.

His eyes, in particular, sometimes weary, sometimes chivalrous, seemed to belong to a different era.

Tang Long had a good overall impression of the young man. Having seen countless people, he could tell that Chen Ye was not the kind of person who was slick and slippery, but rather a very simple and sincere young man!

Moreover, Chen Ye's understanding of some kung fu techniques even impressed Tang Long.

"It's almost time."

Tang Long glanced at his watch. "Go to the front desk and find someone named Gong Rongrong. She'll take care of things for you."

Chen Ye nodded, pushed the door open and went outside, then gently closed the door behind him.

In the corridor, I passed one training hall after another.

This fighting gym is huge. Some halls are empty, while others are filled with people training. There are classes for yoga, aerobics, free fighting, and more, as well as classes for adults and children.

Tang Long is considered a fairly successful entrepreneur in the area. Given the current poor economic climate, it's quite remarkable that he has managed to build such a successful business.

Chen Ye stopped in front of a training hall and stood there looking around.

A group of seven- or eight-year-old children, dressed in taekwondo uniforms, were practicing punches and kicks in a gym.

Chen Ye knew that this was called Taekwondo, a foreign sport that didn't seem to have much practical combat effectiveness.

The poster at the entrance advertised "GG: Kim Oppa Children's Taekwondo, an international chain brand authorized by Black Rank Master Kim Ji-hyun, promoting physical fitness and building self-confidence, 80 lessons, tuition 18999..."

A few steps further on, there was a martial arts hall. There weren't many people there; a few adults were exchanging moves and sparring.

A poster at the entrance proclaims: Authentic Xin Yi Liu He Quan (Heart-Mind Six Harmonies Boxing), promoting traditional kung fu and building national confidence. Tuition is 3900 yuan, and you can start anytime.

Inside the martial arts hall, someone was demonstrating the "chicken walk!"—imitating the way a rooster walks.

Chen Ye recalled that there was a boxing master in the southern border region who was well-versed in this style of boxing and taught Chen Ye a few moves. The key to the Chicken Step was the four-word formula of "rising, turning, falling, and leaping". When the Qi and blood of the twelve meridians are unified, one can reach the state of "six harmonies" and break through the city gate with a punch!

"But the way they hit it...it's not right." Chen Ye looked puzzled.

Through the glass, you can hear the faint conversation inside: shoulders, hips, elbows, knees, hands and feet must be in harmony. Only when the form is smooth can the power flow smoothly. Otherwise, if you are just putting on a show, how can you have any real fighting strength?

They were only talking about the way they exerted force, and Chen Ye immediately understood, "They don't have any true qi at all. Practicing martial arts without internal energy training is a waste of time in old age."

That's true. In this world, the methods of cultivating true qi have probably been lost long ago. I spent a lot of effort teaching my parents before, but they couldn't even learn the most basic ones.

Is it that people's hearts are too restless, or is there a problem with people's physical constitution?

Chen Ye walked to the front desk, where three young women were sitting.

"Excuse me, which one of you is Miss Rongrong?"

A girl who looked to be in her early twenties stood up next to the computer at the front desk. She had delicate and well-defined features and was very pretty.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Chen Ye. Uncle Tang asked me to come find you. She said you would make arrangements for me."

Gong Rongrong smiled brightly, her smile radiant and generous.

"Mr. Tang called me earlier. You're his friend's nephew, right? Hey, fill out this form first."

Chen Ye took the form and pen from the other party. It contained basic information such as name, age, and special skills, and below that was a resume, QQ number, and so on...

Sitting opposite her, Gong Rongrong said, "You were introduced by President Tang, so filling out the form is just a formality."

Chen Ye wrote down everything he could and handed it over with both hands.

"Relax, don't be shy, young Taoist Master Chen."

Chen Ye's eyes lit up: "Miss Rongrong, how did you know I once studied under a Taoist master?"

Gong Rongrong laughed and said, "I was just guessing because your hair is so long."

"I see that you have an extraordinary bearing, with a natural air of heroism between your brows. Could you be a martial artist?"

Gong Rongrong chuckled, "You're really funny."

With Boss Tang personally making the arrangements, it was a natural progression. In addition, Chen Ye's modeling skills were indeed very appealing to girls, and Gong Rongrong was intelligent and had a good attitude towards Chen Ye.

At that moment, a commotion arose at the door, and Chen Ye glanced to the side.

There were several burly men and two foreigners at the entrance, and they started arguing with someone.

"Huang Hongxiong, if you don't dare to accept the challenge, then publicly admit online that the Wing Chun you teach is garbage! It's an outdated fighting technique!"

The man known as Huang Hongxiong said in a deep voice, "Zhang Baiwei, you're still young and ignorant. Are you implying that Wing Chun is trash?"

Zhang Baiwei said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean Wing Chun is trash, I meant all traditional martial arts are trash."

A foreigner asked in somewhat broken Chinese, "Why is Caines Kongfu trash?"