Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

Something happened and I had to go out!

I will try my best to code more tomorrow!

Feel sorry!

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Just killing, not performing, this is a national martial art.

As Yi Ming opened his mouth and spat out the words slowly, Mr. Qingwen was obviously shocked when he heard the words. He looked at Yi Ming dumbfounded and was speechless for a long time.

Yi Ming has not read The Romance of Dragon and Snake, but that does not mean that he has not heard this thought-provoking sentence when he lived in the previous plane.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty was corrupt and incompetent. In the face of oppression by foreign powers, it only knew how to cede territory and pay compensation.

People with lofty ideals are full of indignation and hope that Chinese people can practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies and protect their homes and country.

So..., Chinese people naturally call the martial arts taught by warriors national arts.

This is the earliest origin of the term Guoshu.

Chinese martial arts: only killing, not performing.

A very vivid and clear statement expresses the breadth and depth of Chinese martial arts.

When Chinese martial arts have been refined from generation to generation and countless generations have been carried forward and exerted their inherent heat in the long river of history, and at the critical moment of the rise and fall of the country, successive Chinese warriors interpreted and composed a song with their own lives.

'After every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country, who can be calm and indifferent?

No, no one can be calm and calm, because everyone's patriotism and longing for the country's prosperity have long been ingrained in the deepest part of their hearts.

When those so-called warriors who "sell dog meat on sheep's heads" plunder and defraud money through various martial arts performances, have you ever thought about the bleeding in others' hearts and can only sigh?

China, which has been suffering from wars since ancient times, has had a tragic fate. However, the real Chinese warriors have never been alone. They have no regrets even if they die a hundred times and have the most simple and silent feelings for their country.

The martial arts of China are called national arts.

It's easy to understand, but it makes a lot of sense.

For most people in China, who doesn’t have a heroic dream of their own in their hearts? Flying over roofs and walls, picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people. Such a hero is undoubtedly a dream for Chinese people who have had a martial arts complex since childhood.

It is hopeless and unattainable, but some martial arts dreams have never been shattered.

(Uh... I accidentally said too much, but the clear martial arts dream has always existed in the deepest part of my heart. Dear friends, do you have a martial arts dream?)

Sigh... After a while, Mr. Qingwen sighed quietly, looked at Yi Ming and asked in a low voice: "Who did you hear this sentence? This man is amazing, if he knows martial arts,

He must be a great master. If not, he must be a scholar with great wisdom."

"But..., do you know where the term "guoshu" comes from? And..., how can the real Tai Chi be equated with street acrobatics? You are too confused, don't understand its meaning, and don't know the meaning of its production.

the true meaning of.”

Hearing his teacher, Mr. Qingwen, put his hat down again, Yi Ming immediately shrank and did not dare to say anything anymore.

Mr. Qingwen waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I will read more books when I have time in the future. Don't just talk nonsense. How can a young man like you understand the true meaning of Tai Chi?"

Yi Ming felt great regret at this moment. He had talked too much. Wasn't he looking for trouble?

"The things left by our ancestors can survive thousands of years and still exist today, so they have their own value. How can we say that they are useless? They are really useless." Mr. Qingwen took the lead and said as he walked: "One day

I'm almost going to be pissed off by you this early in the morning, so I won't say anything anymore. If you could see that person again, I'd really like to have a conversation with him and discuss it with him."

Soon, Mr. Qingwen changed his clothes, called Yi Ming who was sitting in the living room looking bored, and then went out.

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"Hey...teacher, what are we going to do?" Yi Ming was surprised. Why did the teacher have no intention of taking a bus and just walked.

"Old Zhao lives not far away. I guess you haven't gone out yet, so just go to his house." Mr. Qingwen explained casually as he walked.

Mr. Qingwen said "Hmm" and said: "Obviously, you haven't started school yet. Since you are so talented in lyrics, music, and poetry, why not come over every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, and I will take care of it for you."

Explain the rhyme and rhyme of some poems and some words and sounds that should be paid attention to."

Coming three times a week? Uh..., this is really not a good thing, but I can't shirk it, so I can only agree.

Yi Ming nodded and said very happily: "Teacher, this is so kind. I will definitely come as soon as possible."

"It doesn't have to be so early, it can be done at 9 o'clock. Hey..." Before Mr. Qingwen finished speaking, he let out a light sigh, and then shouted loudly to the front: "Old Zhao, wait a minute."

Zhao Zhongqing was opening the car door, about to get in, when he heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and looked around. When he saw Mr. Qingwen and Yi Ming beside him, he was slightly startled and didn't know why.