Age: My Small World

"Master, look what delicious food I brought you."

Yang Jun didn't respond to the old man's joke; he simply took out the roast duck.

"The duck is still hot, please eat it while it's hot."

"So it's a roast duck from Quanjude. You've got some talent, kid." Old Master Hu had a sharp eye and recognized it as a roast duck from Quanjude at a glance.

"Oh, Master, you're still got it! You noticed that."

"It's not about seeing, it's about smelling."

Hu Baye stood up with a smile.

He casually took the chopsticks Yang Jun handed him, picked up a piece of duck meat, put it in his mouth and savored it, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Mmm, this tastes just right."

"Didn't I tell you last time that Quanjude's roast duck has a unique flavor?"

Yang Jun thought about it and realized it made sense, and besides, Hu Baye had a keen sense of smell.

"Master, would you like me to pour you some?"

Hu Baye smacked his lips: "That's fine, half a cup is enough."

How can you have meat without wine?

Yang Jun then placed the bottles of Xifeng liquor he had brought on Hu Baye's cabinet, opened one bottle, and poured him a full glass.

A little royal jelly was added, so it won't make you feel unwell after drinking it, and it can even soothe the nerves and improve blood circulation.

"You brought me some good wine again? Don't spoil my palate so I won't be able to drink ordinary wine anymore."

"What's the big deal? I was worried you'd only drink a little bit of alcohol."

Hu Baye was just saying it casually; in reality, he could drink any kind of wine, good or bad.

However, after taking a sip of Xifeng liquor, his eyes lit up: "This liquor is really strong."

"Tell me, how's your idea for creating this boxing style coming along?"

Just eating meat and drinking alcohol isn't enough; Uncle Hu asked about his progress.

Thinking alone is always one-sided, while deducing together with another person can fill in the gaps. Therefore, people often walk the path of cultivation together. A spiritual partner is not necessarily a person of the opposite sex, but rather someone who shares the same path, a companion on the same journey with the same goal and direction.
During this time, Yang Jun did not stop thinking about the path to creating a new style of boxing, but he still didn't have much of a clue.

Hu Baye was not surprised after hearing his words.

"The path to creating a style of boxing is quite arduous. In ancient times, people often needed to seclude themselves for a long time or combine the strengths of many schools to create a style of boxing. It is impossible for you to achieve success in a short time."

Hu Baye took a sip of wine, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"However, you can try to imitate the direction."

"Hmm? Imitation?"

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what was going on.

Just like writing, new authors naturally imitate the techniques of others at the beginning. Often, for a long time, such authors find it difficult to make a breakthrough. However, as time goes by, new authors gradually understand the essence of writing and naturally begin to write their own books.

Master Hu's meaning was simple: he wanted him to imitate a set of boxing techniques to create something new.

However, after thinking it over, Yang Jun shook his head.

“Master, I have some ideas now. The path of imitation is not suitable for me.”

Some new authors only know how to imitate, while others immediately understand themselves upon entering the field and then prove their worth with a single book.

Yang Jun dared not compare himself to a peerless martial arts genius, but after learning so many martial arts routines and seeing the world of martial arts, he also had his own ideas.

Yang Jun knew his advantage, which was his physique that had surpassed human limits.

However, his usual martial arts skills did not fully unleash his potential. Would it be feasible to create a boxing style based on his own limits? This was a direction that Yang Jun had considered.

Later, he also tried to fully utilize all the boxing routines he knew and discovered a certain pattern: there were indeed specific moves that could bring out his strength.

Therefore, Yang Jun has been gradually summarizing and generalizing.

However, this process involves what Master Hu referred to as the culmination of all knowledge.

Jeet Kune Do was also created by one person by integrating the essence of various martial arts styles.

Yang Jun, however, wanted to make connections and learn more martial arts routines so that he could summarize his own boxing style.

It's not necessarily a complete copy; it's just a matter of reworking the moves by adjusting the way the force is applied.

Even so, it still requires a lot of time and energy for him to do this.

Upon learning of Yang Jun's idea, Hu Baye stopped eating the roast duck.

A silence followed, and after what seemed like an eternity, the old man sighed and said, "It seems you have indeed found your own path. Although it is a bit complicated, it is feasible."

“In that case, I will pay more attention to people in the martial arts world and create more opportunities for you to communicate.”

Hu Baye knew very well Yang Jun's observational skills; once Yang Jun had seen something, he would basically learn the opponent's routines and moves.

Even without the need for force techniques or power generation skills, this is enough.

What Yang Jun wanted was not the essence of other people's boxing techniques, but rather to learn from various schools and make up for his own shortcomings.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master. I'm sorry to cause you any trouble."

"Heh, I'm your master, not just anyone. If you don't cause me trouble, I'll feel uneasy."

Old Master Hu is almost seventy years old, but he is in excellent health and has inexhaustible energy every day. He probably knows that all of this is due to his apprentice's efforts to support him, both openly and secretly.

The old man and the young man chatted happily, and after finishing their meal, Yang Jun went home.

He followed the same procedure and distributed the ducks to everyone.

In the days that followed, Yang Jun, just as he had said, gradually immersed himself in creating his own style of boxing, and for a time neglected his work, even forgetting about writing letters to his assistant.

Until this day, a little girl timidly approached the museum, and the security guard notified her.

"Ayili? You received my letter?"

Standing before Yang Jun was none other than Ayili, who looked travel-worn.

Yang Jun thought that Ayili had received the letter written by him, but Ayili was immediately puzzled.

"Brother Yang, have you written to me?"

"Ok?"

Now it was Yang Jun's turn to be puzzled.

"You didn't receive my letter? Then why are you in the capital?"

It should be noted that the capital city is thousands of miles away. Given such a long distance, it's impossible for Ayili to suddenly appear here, let alone find the museum.

Ayili looked tired: "I came to Beijing at the end of last month and have been looking for Brother Yang all this time. Fortunately, I met a kind person who finally told me that you were here."

Yang Jun's brows furrowed immediately: "You came to the capital alone? Why didn't you write to tell me beforehand?"

Ayili, a little girl who had never traveled far from home, went on a long journey to the capital, and the dangers involved are unimaginable.

Especially since she was still unfamiliar with the capital city.

Before she could explain, Yang Jun quickly waved his hand again.

"Ayili, let me take you to eat first, we can talk after we eat." (End of this chapter)