Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

In Los Angeles, during the excavation of the foundation for a new stadium, cultural relics were discovered and immediately reported.

Many experts arrived and made a preliminary assessment that it was an unknown ancient tomb.

Chen Ye's mother, Sun Xiaojuan, used to be an explorer at the Central Plains Provincial Institute of Archaeology and later became a researcher. She was temporarily transferred to Luocheng to support this work.

Inside the tomb, there were some ancient coins and decayed and broken objects, but it was not yet possible to determine which dynasty the tomb belonged to.

This tomb is quite peculiar, more like a natural cave. A skeleton sits cross-legged in front of the coffin, holding a white jade flower, a jade lotus.

No one knows what these are, and experts are carefully surveying the area.

Sun Xiaojuan had just finished a meeting in the makeshift shelter and sent Chen Jianbin a text message.

[Just finished a meeting, probably won't be able to go back this week. Remember to feed my fish and change the water.]

After sending the message, I sent another message to my son.

[Xiao Ye, remember to attend online classes at home. I've subscribed to a yearly membership. Tell your dad to change the water and feed my fish regularly.]

……

Meanwhile, Chen Ye sat in the taxi, replying to a text message saying "Okay," and said, "Dad, Mom wants you to change the water in her fish tank and feed the fish regularly."

Chen Jianbin sat next to him, his face somewhat stiff.

"All of her goldfish died yesterday."

"How did he die?"

"Who knows? Maybe his lifespan has come to an end."

Chen Ye said seriously, "Dad, why did you fidget in front of the fish tank for a while after you got up to pee last night?"

"Huh?" Chen Jianbin was completely bewildered. "Am I sleepwalking? It seems my condition has worsened again. No, I need to practice my martial arts properly!"

Seeing his father's troubled expression, Chen Ye wanted to expose him for doing it on purpose, but couldn't bear to, so he said, "How about we agree on one thing and say that Er Mao came to our house and killed the fish?"

Chen Jianbin raised his eyebrows: "Let's keep a unified story! And let's keep a unified story about our chivalrous deeds too."

Chen Ye said, "Yes, you've been complaining a lot lately that taking care of these fish is more tiring than taking care of your son."

Chen Jianbin: "..."

At this moment, the taxi driver glanced at the two figures in the rearview mirror, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and said, "We've arrived."

Chen Jianbin scanned the QR code to pay and opened the car door: "Let's go, Tang Long has already brewed tea and is waiting for us!"

Xincheng, Shihe Market, Longquan Fitness Center.

The aroma of tea wafted through an office.

The tea table is quite elaborate, with a set of high-end-looking fake purple clay teaware on it.

Tang Long bought this tea set from a live streamer. The original price was 8999 yuan, but after discounts and coupons, he waited for the live streamer and manufacturer representatives to put on a show, argue, and offer freebies. In the end, the final price was 99 yuan with free shipping!

Drinking Kung Fu tea is all about the state of mind and atmosphere, because it's not for quenching thirst. Those tiny cups are practically useless; their main function is to show off!

Chen Jian and Chen Jianbin were seated in the guest seats.

Tang Long sat in the main seat, pouring tea for the two of them.

"The water is mineral water from Baishui Mountain, and the tea is Maojian tea from Bailongtan. Please enjoy your tea."

Chen Jianbin picked up the teacup, smelled it, and exclaimed, "Excellent tea!"

Chen Ye drank it all in one gulp. It was good tea, but it didn't have much flavor.

Tang Long said in a deep voice:

"Fifteen years ago, the New Dream Fitness Center on the third floor of the Shihe Grand Market Furniture City grandly opened!"

"My shareholders and I were full of ambition, but we never expected that less than half a month after opening, we would be subject to a surprise inspection by the fire department and be fined 23 yuan."

"I went to Xianyun Temple, prayed to Buddha, and burned an 800-stick incense. The old monk said that my success was built on the bones of countless others, but I disagree..."

Chen Jianbin interrupted, "Old Tang, we're all on the same side, stop with the nonsense, just say what you want to say."

Tang Long took out a tablet computer, swiped around a few times, placed it on the tea table, and rotated the screen. It showed videos of Chen Ye's recent preliminary rounds.

"Your nephew, my nephew, our brother Chen Ye, will surely achieve great things in the future!" Tang Long said with some excitement.

"Ah Ye, you played so well! Chen Lao Er, look how handsome your nephew is! You can already find his clips online."

In the video, Chen Ye fights with others, appearing calm and elegant, without too many fancy moves. His movements are fluid and graceful, and in just four matches, he easily takes down his opponents, making the matches highly entertaining to watch.

Generally, when watching combat sports, especially boxing, you're looking for power and the impact of the blows!

In martial arts like Sanda or UFC, it's about the fighter's agility, adaptability, and various takedowns.

But these amateur audition rounds felt like watching a kung fu movie, which was absurd. The key point was that his opponents seemed very cooperative.

Tang Long was a professional, and he could tell that Chen Ye's movements were not just for show; they had a quality that Tang Long couldn't quite describe.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to fight traditional martial arts to this extent. Ah Ye, did you learn from Bai Jing in the park?"

Chen Ye shook his head; he didn't know them at all.

Chen Jianbin asked, "Why are you so agitated? You're not usually like this."

Tang Long said seriously, "Some people say that traditional kung fu is a killing technique. It originated from people on the battlefield who lost their weapons and evolved from it."

Generally, it's a matter of life and death in one or two moves. Bai Jing, that guy who does square dancing in the park, he practices traditional martial arts, and he's really good at it!

Chen Jianbin thought for a moment and said, "I know, Bai Jing lives in our neighborhood. Didn't he suffer a stroke and now he's paralyzed on one side?"

Tang Long said, "I know, it's a pity that the Bai family's ancestral bone-setting skills have been lost!"

Chen Jianbin knew this eccentric old man, Bai. In the past, whenever anyone in the neighborhood had a bone injury, they would go to him. Some people even came because of his reputation; that guy could set bones with his bare hands.

"I heard that too, his son didn't learn it."

Tang Long put down his teacup and began to explain: "The Eagle Claw Kung Fu, on which the Bai family relies for its livelihood, is the root of their family's martial arts and the foundation of their bone-setting skills. The training method is extremely rigorous."

"The method passed down from the elders involves repeatedly polishing a gourd ladle until the entire ladle is smooth and shiny. Then, the ladle is thrown into a pot of sesame oil and slowly soaked for a full eighty-one days. The resulting ladle is extremely slippery."

"For the first three years of this skill, you only practice one thing: holding an oil ladle with one hand. Your fingertips can't even grip the ladle properly; it slips as soon as you try. You keep practicing until you can hold the oil ladle with all five fingers and keep it suspended in mid-air without it slipping. It is said that it takes the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, but in reality, it only takes a few minutes. Only then are you qualified to learn the next skill."

"This thing isn't about brute force or skill. In Bai Jing's words, it requires a certain spirit. When he was young, he would fight with people, and if someone got his hands on a bone, he could tear them apart and make them scream."

This was the first time Chen Jianbin had heard of this, and he immediately felt a deep respect for the seemingly frail old man: "No wonder that old man said that the kung fu on TV these days is all fake."

The phone on the table rang. Tang Long frowned, picked it up, and said, "It's a call from the organizers. You guys keep drinking, I'll take this call." With that, he stood by the window with his phone.

Chen Jianbin asked curiously, "Xiao Ye, according to your Uncle Tang, traditional kung fu is quite powerful."

Chen Ye said in a low voice, "I don't know much about Eagle Claw Kung Fu, but there used to be a technique in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave called 'Six Kun Penetrating Bone Claw,' but they didn't use it to grab oil ladles."

"How did they train?"

"Grab someone's head, that is, pierce their skull with five fingers."

"Demonic arts?"

Chen Ye recalled: "The Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons belongs to the Demonic Cult, and the Six Kun Bone-Penetrating Claw is naturally a demonic art. It is used in conjunction with mental techniques to grab people and rip off their skulls in order to cultivate a kind of malevolent aura."

Chen Jianbin gasped, thinking it sounded similar to the Nine Yin White Bone Claw technique, and asked, "You've practiced it?"

"I haven't practiced it."

"How did you know that?"

Chen Ye casually said, "Back then, when the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect took a blow for me, I was grateful to her and healed her wounds. She mentioned this evil skill a few times."

Chen Jianbin remained expressionless and asked calmly, "Is that saintess beautiful?"

"She's quite pretty, with snow-white skin, but she's too cunning and seductive. In today's terms, she's a bit of a scheming woman... Hey, Dad, what's with that expression?"

"Why would the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult take a blow for you?"

Chen Ye took a sip of tea, sighed briefly, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes. "The details here are too complex to explain in a short time, and you wouldn't understand even if I did."

Chen Jianbin's eyes twitched. "I feel like you're hiding a lot from me."