Generation Z Artists

Chapter 8 No shame!
Fang Xinghe sealed the three essays in an envelope and mailed it out, filling in the address and phone number of Baofu's family.

Then he slung a canvas bag over his shoulder, put his pager in his pocket, and set off with all the extra money he had.

Yu Xiaoduo's presence was unexpected, but also very natural when you think about it.

Because he is really redundant at home.

"I want to go with you to broaden my horizons. If I can become your disciple in Wudang Mountain, I will concentrate on practicing martial arts. Anyway, I will definitely not be able to get into a key high school. When I learn the skills well, I will be your bodyguard and protect you from knives!"

Looking at Yu Xiaoduo's determined face, Fang Xinghe was a little dazed.

As far as I can remember, he never had such an expression.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Fang Xinghe smiled brightly: "Okay, good brother, let's go together. Go back and pack your things, and then come to my house to find me."

That night, Yu Xiaoduo moved in with the snakeskin bag.

The next afternoon, the two young boys boarded a long-distance train to Hubei.

The money that was originally spent on one person now had to ensure the lives of two people, so Fang Xinghe chose a hard seat.

After getting in the car, Yu Xiaoduo found everything new, and although Fang Xinghe tried to hold back, he was actually curious.

However, this novelty and curiosity quickly disappeared after the green train rattled and shook for half a day, leaving only boredom and fatigue.

A full 40 hours! It was really hard...

And there is another point: the green-skinned train from 99 is really not safe.

There was a middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks, who, perhaps because he saw that the two of them were young, came up to them and chatted about this and that. No one knew what he was up to.

Yu Xiaoduo was at a loss, but Fang Xinghe smiled and observed for a while, then suddenly said: "Xiaoduo, if he dares to touch you again, I will make two holes in his body and see what kind of monster he is."

Yu Xiaoduo immediately reached into his arms, gripped the handle of the dagger tightly, and his eyes flashed with ferocity.

The middle-aged man immediately raised his hands and shrank back, laughing awkwardly. After a while, he quietly squeezed away and moved to another seat.

After the train passed Shenyang, it was 11 o'clock at night and the carriage gradually became quiet, but some people began to move back and forth.

Fang Xinghe noticed that some people glanced at him with fear in their eyes when they passed by him.

There are no thieves in the world?
Better not to mess with me.

The reckless attitude from before did work. Fang Xinghe and Yu Xiaoduo took turns closing their eyes and were not disturbed at all.

Since then, it has been smooth sailing.

After a long 38 hours, the train stopped at Shiyan East Station. The young man who was traveling far away from home got off the train and stretched.

It was only then that Yu Xiaoduo, who had regained his excitement, remembered to ask, "Brother, why do you have to come to Wudang Mountain?"

“Because there is real kung fu here.”

Fang Xinghe's reply was simple, but his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

In his previous life, he tried everything to survive.

The Sanfeng Sect of Wudang Mountain was extremely famous in the world because of its Taoist master Chen Shixing, so he went up the mountain to study in person.

In a sense, the Wudang health-preserving class did buy him a little more time.

Clear mind, mindfulness, standing still, walking exercises, balanced diet…

Although he failed to help Fang Xinghe prevent death, after personal experience, he also confirmed that they really had something, real stuff.

Unfortunately, at that time he had only learned health-preserving exercises and knew nothing about Wudang boxing and swordsmanship.

Now that I have the chance to do it again, I must make up for it.

The [Personal Ability] column is empty, which not only looks uncomfortable, but also is a waste of Tongzi's father's great power.

Since you can add some information, of course it's better to learn as much as possible. You never know when it may come in handy. Anyway, once you get started, you can just push forward and you will have enough energy to handle it.

Yu Xiaoduo followed closely behind, asking many questions: "Brother, how did you know?"

Fang Xinghe casually said, "Read more books and newspapers."

Yu Xiaoduo's eyes were full of longing, and he asked again: "So, if we learn real Wudang Kung Fu, will we be able to kill anyone we want in the future?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Fang Xinghe burst out laughing.

"It's definitely no problem to beat ordinary people, but if you meet a professional fighter, grab your weapons quickly." "Ah?!" Yu Xiaoduo was extremely disappointed and muttered, "I thought Wudang Kung Fu was awesome..."

Fang Xinghe was afraid that he would back down, so he patiently explained: "Taoist exercises are basic training methods aimed at health preservation, coordinating the body and mind, relaxing the muscles and tendons, replenishing blood and regulating qi, and nourishing the five internal organs. Only a very small number of weapon exercises carry the concept of fighting.

Smart Chinese people have never had the tradition of fighting the enemy unarmed, nor do they advocate doing so.

In ancient times, the real weapons used were skilled archers and horsemen, swords, shields, and spears.

Boxing is just basic training to stretch the muscles and bones and coordinate the hands, eyes, body and steps.

If you have a good basic training, you will definitely be better than ordinary people, but that is not a reason for you to challenge professional players.

They are all qigong scammers who have deified boxing and qigong just to make money.

In fact, it’s not that weird.

We have to believe in science, and science is that flesh cannot come into contact with iron.

Practice hard, be flexible and strong, have sharp ears and eyes, and be healthy and live longer, which is better than anything else."

Fang Xinghe, a coward who fears death, is really obsessed with his health. He is only 13 years old, but all he thinks about is what he will do when he is 103 years old.

But what he said was all true. The Wudang Taoist priest personally explained it to his classmates.

He was very frank and explained clearly: "The essence of martial arts lies in weapons, but they are outdated. Our Wudang Tai Chi is both boxing and kung fu, but it is not a fighting technique. We do not advocate the use of high-intensity training to stimulate potential. You must be clear-minded and practice with a mindset that nourishes your spirit."

It is clearly stated: You cannot use fists to fight, and you cannot teach how to fight. The right thing to do is to maintain good health.

Therefore, Fang Xinghe never believed in those traditional martial arts scammers. The main reason why he went to Wudang Mountain was for another benefit of practicing martial arts -

In the years to come, actors who are good at martial arts will be more popular than those who are not.

Firstly, it is the "shape" in "sound, stage, shape and performance". Good kung fu is of great help to body training.

Secondly, there are more and better opportunities in martial arts movies and TV dramas.

The experienced ones really took part in the battle and took panoramic photos that were cool and beautiful, while the stupid newcomers who came later used close-up shots, slow motion movements and messy editing to fool the audience.

If you fool the audience, they will naturally vote with their feet and tell you to get negative points and get lost.

In 23, Fang Xinghe took over a marketing order from Huanrui Century, praising Cheng Yi's fighting scenes. It was the easiest order he had ever done.

No matter how much you brag, all your opponents dare not laugh at you and can only hold their noses and keep silent.

Because in those days, he was truly the first, or even the only, male actor of the new generation.

Thirdly, Fang Xinghe had an ambition in his heart——

Be a truly versatile and outstanding actor.

Later, there were some films in the domestic entertainment industry, which had good ideas and cores, but either the actors' acting skills were not up to par, or there were serious flaws in the fighting scenes, or the producers were too frugal in production costs...

In short, it's a pity that a good thing was ruined.

Fang Xinghe never intended to create a traffic source that relied solely on hype.

He wanted to see what kind of shock the top star's looks + the actor's acting skills + the emperor's kung fu + the national master's aesthetics + Yu Hua's talent + N... could bring to the world.

A person's life needs a brilliant and glorious moment.

And what Fang Xinghe wanted was not once, not twice, not three times...

It has always been brilliant.

……

Half a day later, on January 1, Fang Xinghe brought Yu Xiaoduo to Mount Wudang, and next to the Zixiao Palace, they found the Sanfeng School Martial Arts Academy, which is still called the "Wudang Mountain Taoist Martial Arts Hall."

The receptionist saw that the two people were too young and asked them very carefully.

After answering the routine questions, the other party asked: "Why did you come all the way to Wudang Mountain?"

Fang Xinghe glanced at the shadowy inner hall, raised his voice, and replied passionately: "I want to be a Kung Fu star like Jet Li and spread the power of Chinese martial arts, but I don't want to go to Shaolin Temple to learn boxing. Buddhism is a foreign religion that only boasts about its strengths. I believe that our Taoism must also have real Kung Fu, and it is even stronger!"

In the inner hall, the gaunt Taoist priest who was receiving guests couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Realizing that this was not in line with his immortal demeanor, Taoist Master Zhong hastily straightened his expression, but... it was really hard to suppress it.

The two big monks who were the guests, one smiled bitterly, and the other shook his head.

When they looked at each other, I thought to myself: Where did this little brat come from? He has lost all his dignity just to become my disciple!
(End of this chapter)