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17 We agreed to teach breathing techniques, what the hell is this story?

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"I wonder if I'm still suitable to practice martial arts at my age?”

Old Wang stood up and walked around the office.

He had been sitting in the office for a long time and lacked exercise, which had turned him into a fat man with a round waist and thick legs.

Although he was not over fifty years old, he could feel that his body was already very loose.

According to folk legends, martial arts should be practiced from a young age.

Otherwise, as he grew older, his body's Qi and blood would start to decline.

Even if he stepped into the door of Chinese martial arts, he would not be able to achieve anything.

"Perhaps I can find an opportunity to ask Chen Xuan. He should know something…"

Old Wang looked at Chen Xuan in the live broadcast room.

According to his previous livestream, he would choose three questions to answer at the end of each livestream.

At that time, as long as he manipulated it in the dark, it would be almost easy to get the answer to the question.

"The streamer is awesome! Since the breathing technique was so effective in Chinese martial arts, why was it lost?”

"That's right, that's right. Shouldn't good things be protected? How come our martial arts is gone just like that?”

"I'm curious…"

“ 1……”

At this moment,

Just as Chen Xuan finished explaining the breathing technique, tens of thousands of bullet comments immediately flew out of the live broadcast room.

Most of them sighed.

The breathing technique, which was the essence of martial arts, had actually been lost in the inheritance?

On the contrary, the fist techniques were passed down without any damage.

"Actually, you can't say that. The loss of the breathing technique might be due to the protection of Chinese martial arts, or it might be due to some irreversible reasons…" Chen Xuan laughed.

" But since everyone is so interested, let's choose this as the first question for this episode…"

It was already 3:30 PM in the live broadcast room.

There were only 30 minutes left before the two-hour livestream.

" Just as I said earlier, there are roughly two reasons for the loss of the breathing technique in Chinese martial arts. The first reason could be internal, which is what we often call sectarianism…"

"Regarding this point, I'm sure it's not difficult for everyone to understand. Chinese martial arts is the collective name for our Chinese martial arts. It includes various fist techniques such as Taiji, Baji, Xingyi Fist, and so on.”

"Every fist technique has its own uniqueness, so naturally, there are some things that can't be widely spread.”

" Of course, there's nothing much to say about this. On the other hand, I think everyone should seriously understand the second point…"

"What is martial arts?"

"Only killing the enemy and not performing the art of protecting the country is called martial arts…"

" A few decades ago, during the war, a group of Taoist priests left the mountain with swords on their backs, leaving the youngest disciple to guard the inheritance in the temple. With a horsetail whisk and a pistol in one hand, they shed their blood for the country..."

" That tragic war took away countless lives. It was also from then on that the martial arts and martial artists began to disappear without a trace…"

At this point,

Chen Xuan's voice unconsciously became hoarse,

Although he did not experience the burning years of the war, he had gone to the Taoist temple and seen the lonely old Taoist priest.

All day long, he accompanied the clay sculptures in the temple, just waiting for his master and senior brothers to return.

"How many legacies do you think a young Daoist child can protect for the Daoist temple?”

The moment Chen Xuan finished speaking,

The audience in the live broadcast room suddenly understood.

"Yeah, what can a little Daoist guard? It's already good enough that the Dao scriptures left behind don't rot…"

"I, I actually cried when I heard that…Chen Dada, why did the popular breathing technique disappear? What the hell is this inciting story?”

"Streamer, give me back my tears. My eyes are red from crying!”

"F * ck, this is too touching. No wonder the National Martial Arts Association was lost. What can a child protect? It was already good enough that he did not starve to death!”

"As expected of our Xia country's ancestor! In order to protect the family and the country, the legacy of Chinese martial arts and their lives could be sacrificed!”

" I'm speechless. Reward 10 rockets..."

" I'm riding my beloved little piggy to reward 10 rockets…"

" Zhang Fei from Yan gifted 10 rockets..."

“……”

In an instant, the screen was filled with rockets, flooding the entire livestream room.

Old Wang, who had been watching the live broadcast, was also crying.

Men don't shed tears easily, but they haven't reached the point of sadness.

He had not expected that the lost breathing technique of Chinese martial arts would actually involve the secrets of the war.

He also knew about Chen Xuan's story. The Taoist temple was discovered some time ago.

The original little Daoist boy had already turned into a white-haired, hunchbacked old man.

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

On the other side,

Professor Zhou and the others couldn't help but start breathing.

So it wasn't that Chinese martial arts weren't real, but that the most important thing had been lost because it was protecting something even more important!

It was said that no matter how good one's kung fu was, one would be afraid of a kitchen knife.

When guns and cannons were everywhere,

The martial arts that could mobilize the potential of the body seemed to be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to display much of its effect.

"It seems like I've gone a little overboard…"

Chen Xuan rubbed his chin.

Looking at the bullet comments that had suddenly quieted down in the live broadcast room, he scratched the back of his head helplessly.

This silent heaviness…

It made him feel an inexplicable sorrow in his heart.

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