Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Chen Jianbin, with a complex expression, offered words of comfort:

"Son, think about it from another perspective. You've seen a world that no one else has ever seen, you have a special memory, and besides, you have special abilities!"

"Dad, that's not a special ability, that's true qi!"

Chen Jianbin asked, "Do you still want to go back to that world?"

Chen Ye nodded, then shook his head.

Chen Jianbin sighed. His feelings were complicated. From Chen Ye's few words these days, he could tell that his experiences were quite exciting, like a novel.

My son's temperament is already far beyond that of his peers.

"Tell Dad about your senior classmate again."

Chen Ye plucked a leaf, put it to his lips, and blew on it.

It is a slightly melancholic piece.

Chen Jianbin was not surprised that he could play beautiful melodies with leaves.

"Did your senior sister teach you to play this piece too?"

Chen Ye nodded.

"She not only taught me to play tunes with leaves, but she also played the flute for me."

"Son, do you like her?"

Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly. "Master, oh no, Dad, never mind..."

Chen Jianbin asked seriously, "What are your plans for the future?"

As a father, Chen Jianbin had held back these words for a long time.

Chen Ye picked up a stone, threw it into the river, and said:

"I need to figure out what that teleportation array is all about! Dad, you know, sometimes I can't even tell which one is real."

"Both sides are real, son! You only traveled back and forth in your physical body, don't doubt yourself! The universe is so vast, how could there only be one world like Earth?"

Chen Jianbin said earnestly, "Your dad doesn't understand grand principles, but life is short. Don't live up to others' expectations of you, or try to live up to their expectations of you!"

"Dad, Master said something similar before."

"Oh? What did your master say?"

"Master said: Life is like a dream. We should guard our true nature and not follow what others say. We should not imitate others and lose our true selves."

Chen Jianbin pondered the meaning behind his words, "You're being too formal. Let me tell you, you're different from ordinary people. Don't use your skills to bully others. This society is quite complex. You shouldn't hurt others indiscriminately, but you also need to protect yourself, understand, son? Never let anyone know your secret."

Chen Ye nodded: "Yes, you've told me eight hundred times already. I know, I know. I know."

"What? You think your dad's nagging?"

Chen Ye changed the subject, saying, "I've been reading a lot online lately, and there's one phrase I just don't understand: why do people today compare themselves to cattle and horses?"

Chen Jianbin smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness, and took out a brand-new cell phone from his pocket, handing it over.

"Here you go. The SIM card was registered using my ID card. In this world, it's very inconvenient not to have a mobile phone."

Chen Ye accepted it with both hands, "Thank you, Dad."

During this time at home, Chen Ye has been playing with his dad's old phone, and he has already learned the basic operations and usage.

Chen Jianbin straddled his electric scooter, raised his chin, and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the Old Bonsai Garden on Shengli Road for hot dry noodles!"

"Okay!"

Chen Ye leaped lightly and jumped directly onto the back seat!

The electric scooter roared to life, speeding along at 25 km/h, pretending to be racing at breakneck speed...

"Dad, I will practice my martial arts diligently and prove myself through martial arts! I will give you and Mom a good life! If anyone dares to bully you, I will rip their head off."

Chen Jianbin said with a serious expression, "How many times have I said it? This is a society governed by the rule of law!"

Chen Ye smiled faintly: "Dad, I was just teasing you."

"You brat, the martial world isn't just about fighting and killing."

"What is the martial arts world then?"

Chen Jianbin thought for a moment, looking at the traffic lights at the intersection, "The martial arts world... I don't even know what the martial arts world is."

Twenty minutes later.

The father and son each held a bowl of hot dry noodles, sat at a roadside stall, eating and chatting.

"Dad, I can't stay at home forever. I'm going to go out and find a job to adapt to this world."

"Dad's been pulling strings lately, trying to get you an ID card."

In China, obtaining a certificate is all about connections. If you have enough connections, it's easy to get things done. For ordinary people, it's very difficult to get a new ID card out of thin air.

"You must be so bored at home. I'll introduce you to a friend of mine. His place is perfect for you."

Chen Jianbin decided to go find Tang Long, his good brother!

Tang Long is a retired combat sports athlete who runs a fitness and martial arts gym near the Shihe Market.

"You're just going there to earn a living and gradually adapt to modern society. If you have a conflict with someone, you can call the police. We don't allow people to get seriously injured."

"I know that we live in a society governed by the rule of law."

Just then, shouts came from the street. A petty thief wearing a baseball cap was running frantically, with a man who looked like a bank security guard chasing after him.

"Robbery!"

The bank security guard, a chubby man in his forties, was holding his hat and panting heavily, unable to keep up at all...

People nearby were talking about it.

"Look behind you, at the bank entrance, there are two elderly people, both crying in distress."

"I guess the elderly person doesn't know how to use mobile payment to withdraw money from the bank."

"Hey, this young man is really daring to rob us. This is the city center. If he gets caught, he'll be out for at least three years."

Chen Jianbin complained: "There are security cameras everywhere now, and there are even blatant robberies."

"Don't move, Dad's going to catch the thief!" As a veteran police officer, Chen Jianbin felt obligated to take action.

Chen Ye picked up a stone and flicked it silently with his finger.

The robber on the roadside not far away suddenly knelt on one knee and fell down...

Chen Jianbin saw his son pick up a small stone, which bounced out from under the table and hit the back of the leg of a robber standing on the roadside...

The robber was shocked. His baseball cap fell off, and he staggered to his feet, limping a few steps before being caught up by the security guards behind him.

A large crowd quickly gathered around, and some people had already started calling the police.

Chen Jianbin lowered his voice and asked, "The stone you flicked? That's too exaggerated."

Chen Ye said, "Dad, this is the 'Finger Talisman' from Wuxiang Temple."

Chen Jianbin asked, "Is it easy to practice?"

Chen Ye said, "The true qi sinks into the dantian, passes through the coccyx and enters the Du meridian, then turns to the Jianjing point at the Dazhui point, and then follows the Hand Yangming meridian along the arm to the Quchi and Hegu points, with the true qi flowing through both fingers..."

Chen Jianbin smirked and said, "Wait a minute. First of all, even your dad can't cultivate that kind of 'true qi'."

Chen Ye sighed and said nothing more.

……

The following day, Chen Jianbin parked his electric scooter on the side of the street.

Chen Ye looked up and saw an old building facing the street. On the third floor, several large red, three-dimensional characters were visible on the security bars: [Dragon Fist Gym].

The following is a few smaller print: Combat Self-Defense, Physical Fitness and Shaping, Introductory Combat Skills for Teens and Youth, Yoga for Men and Women, Self-Defense Techniques for Women, MMA, Fitness Exercise Training...

Chen Jianbin said, "I've already spoken to Lao Tang. Son, remember your identity. You're my distant cousin's nephew. You lost your ID card. Coincidentally, your name is also Chen Ye."

"Okay, I understand, Third Uncle."

Tang Long and Chen Jianbin are childhood friends who grew up together, having played together since they were little. They grew up in the same courtyard and have lost touch in recent years, but they still get together during holidays.

"Your Uncle Tang is a martial arts fanatic. He used to fight in free fighting. After retiring, he gave up martial arts and went into business, and his business is thriving."

Tang Long had great reverence for traditional martial arts and had visited many masters of traditional martial arts. However, as more and more masters of traditional martial arts were exposed as frauds online, Tang Long's values ​​gradually changed.

Longquan Fighting Gym is on the third floor. It's a training center with a diverse student body. Each gym has coaches for different disciplines. Tang Long is the owner, but he doesn't usually teach boxing.

Chen Ye heard the sound of large sandbags being struck repeatedly in the hallway; it was the sound of combat athletes training.

After going upstairs, there are individual training areas separated by glass, including a "Shy Girl Fist" routine, similar to cheerleaders doing aerobics in sports competitions, which is very entertaining.

There was also a Chinese studies instructor, dressed in training clothes, teaching a few children Wing Chun and demonstrating the "two-character clamp sheep stance".

The father and son passed by several different training grounds.

"Your Uncle Tang is the owner here. The entire third and fourth floors belong to him. Some of these training grounds are contracted out, and some are his own. The fourth floor is a gym with free showers."

Chen Jianbin led his son to the end of the corridor and knocked on the innermost door.

The office door opened, and standing in the doorway was a very robust middle-aged man with a buzz cut and full of energy.

Chen Jianbin said with a smile, "Old Tang, your business is getting bigger and bigger!"

Tang Long said modestly, "Oh, I'm just busy with nothing. Chen Lao Er, come in quickly."

The two entered the room, which was a spacious office converted from a training ground, with a full-length mirror on one wall.

A tea table was set up in the middle, and Tang Long sat down and began to brew Kung Fu tea in a very professional manner.

"Is this the acquaintance you introduced?"

Tang Long looked the young man up and down and felt a sense of familiarity. He looked a lot like Chen Lao Er when he was young.

Chen Ye nodded and smiled: "Hello, Uncle Tang."

"Don't call me Uncle, call me Brother Tang."

"Hello, Tom."

Chen Jianbin said in a serious tone, "This is my distant cousin. He lost his ID card and wanted to introduce him to work for you. He shares the same name as my son, Chen Ye."

"Hehe, that's quite a coincidence. I must say, he does look a lot like Ono, especially his eyes and eyebrows."

Chen Jianbin sat down with a smile and said in a very casual manner:

"After all, he's my own nephew."