No. 103 Brave young man, go create a miracle quickly!

  After listening to Xu Hu's dazed explanation, Wang Jian roughly understood this so-called "Martial Arts Conference".

  This thing is just a game between several big bosses, pulling some people to bet on horses, and beautifying it as promoting national skills...

  But this thing called "Guo Shu", sounds simple. Many people think that Guo Shu is just practicing martial arts, foreigners call it Chsekungfu.

  However, the national art is a very serious and rigorous thing. Martial arts are for strengthening one's body; national arts are for protecting one's country. Only martial arts that kill enemies without performing can be called national arts.

  But once this martial art is performed, even Shaolin Temple will become China Shaolin Temple Co., Ltd. This is actually a kind of sadness.

  Moreover, the country's skills and the art of self-cultivation require not only great ability but also great virtue. This is why Mr. Jin Yong spent his whole life writing and created only a limited number of great heroes.

  So even Wang Jian didn't dare to call his own kung fu "national art", but those outsiders were using money to insult and shouting about promoting national art, which is itself a reversal of right and wrong. So as soon as he heard the name "Martial Arts Congress", Wang Jian almost decided it was just a performance competition.

  Wang Jian definitely can't go, the difference between him and Bruce Lee is that Bruce Lee can turn his specialty into a career to make money, while Wang Jian can only treat his specialty as a specialty. The old carpenter's rules are simple, you can teach people how to fish but you can't give them fish.

  That is, Wang Jian can teach his skills to others, but he cannot easily use his skills to get some things that do not originally belong to him.

  So Wang Jian can't be a boxing champion or a bodyguard. As for whether he can be a movie star, the old man probably didn't think about it, so the boundaries are very vague. However, one thing is very clear: except for making money by teaching martial arts, Wang Jian is not allowed to use his skills to make any unrighteous fortune.

  This ill-gotten wealth also has a very clear definition, in short, it is just unearned wealth. Things that can be obtained without labor are acceptable, after all, that's luck, but looting and robbery are absolutely not allowed.

  If it weren't for these rules, Wang Jian would probably have become a super big devil or a super rich man by now. Moreover, as long as he violates these rules, he can also quickly turn his fate around, but... the old man seems to have really seen through Wang Jian and calculated that he will absolutely not take that step across the thunder pond.

  So Wang Jian was indeed very envious of that 100,000 yuan. However, he almost didn't think twice before rejecting this so-called Martial Arts Conference.

  "Whoever wants to go can go, I'm not going anyway."

  Wang Jian's heart was bleeding as he spoke. After all, 100,000 yuan was a huge sum of money for someone like Wang Jian who came from a poor farming family, and it would be enough to support him for a long time, so that he wouldn't have to worry about whether to put chicken in the curry or not...

  "Master! Aren't you going? That money is being given away for free!"

  Wang Jian smiled: "Anyway, I don't believe there's such a thing as a free lunch in this world."

  After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and patted his pocket. He pulled out a stack of things wrapped in newspaper: "Here's 30,000 yuan, consider it my investment in the martial arts hall. Can't let you be the only one to put money in."

  "Master! What are you doing? Didn't we agree on this from the start?"

  Xu Hu showed a dissatisfied expression and hesitated to take the money, instead blaming Wang Jian: "You're being too polite, Master!"

  Wang Jian sighed and looked around: "In the future, the martial arts hall will still have to be expanded. The matter of empty hands and sesame seeds makes one's conscience uneasy."

  Xu Hu declined again, but Wang Jian's mind was made up. The 30,000 yuan that had just been earned was immediately forced into Xu Hu's hands. Although Xu Hu and Wang Jian had only reached a verbal agreement at first, Wang Jian was generally a simple-minded person, so he felt very secure in putting the largest sum of money he had ever earned in one go into Xu Hu's hands.

  Of course, Wang Jian always believed that the interaction between people is not something that needs to be maintained by plotting and scheming against each other. To make others believe in you, you must first give them trust. People are like this, except for those who are stupid together with you, everyone else will be extremely sensitive. Even a silly girl like Tian Ran Er can tell if someone is being sincere with her or not, let alone someone with high IQ, there are many people like that, but they still can't distinguish between good and evil like Jin Hui Ming.

  Xu Hu took the money and let out a deep sigh: "Master, if you insist, I have nothing to say. Anyway, when this martial arts hall is still counting on you, don't try to shirk responsibility."

  Wang Jian smiled and nodded: "Alright!"

  Later, after Wang Jian's disciples arrived, Wang Jian quickly performed a "dog bear playing the piano" for them. His movements were clean and neat, with no other words to describe them. Not only did he not touch a single ball, but he also made the people next to him keep pulling the rope to accelerate the balls. No matter how chaotic the balls flew, they couldn't touch his body at all.

  "These balls aren't densely packed, so no matter how they sway, there's a rhythm to them. Mastering this rhythm and making evasion an instinct is key. At that point, the eyes are not enough."

  Wang Jian wiped his sweat with a towel: "This is intensive training, don't ask for more. But Wei Ye, you must practice!"

  "Yes! Master!" Zhang Weiye gritted his teeth and replied to Wang Jian: "But master... this is too difficult."

  "This isn't difficult yet." Wang Jian shook his head: "You practice first, when you really hit a bottleneck, I'll tell you the method."

  "Why don't you say it now..."

  "Some things can only be figured out by yourself. If you haven't reached a certain level within yourself, no one can teach you."

  Actually, Wang Jian's martial arts hall has another interesting phenomenon. Unlike other martial arts halls, where learning judo is just learning judo and learning taekwondo is just learning taekwondo, Wang Jian's martial arts hall teaches everything, as long as the students are interested, Wang Jian will first go find materials himself, then roughly get a feel for it, and then start teaching.

  After all, Wang Jian said from the beginning that all the kung fu in the world are born of the same mother, there is no good or bad, only if you can thoroughly understand the original things, everything can be integrated. Of course, there is no shortcut here, it must go through years of accumulation and personal talent, one cannot be missing.

  So Wang Jian's martial arts hall, although it has just opened and the venue is not large, but because of word of mouth, there are people coming to inquire every day, however, those who sign up are few, probably because they don't have much reputation, only oral transmission, it's really difficult to get people to pay.

  "Master, I want to participate in that martial arts conference." Zhang Weiye, who was sitting on the ground resting, suddenly stood up and said with a serious expression: "I am also considered one of the best among the younger generation."

  Wang Jian raised his tone and hummed, but in his mind he was thinking of that Sun Erlou. The guy should be no more than 30 years old, but his skills were absolutely top-notch. Last time, although he didn't go all out and was quite underestimating the situation, otherwise Wang Jian would not have won so easily. It was basically a half-catty versus seven-tael level of difference.

  And this Zhang Weiye, although he has a good natural talent, but he has always been too eager to succeed, although his foundation is not bad, but he can't calm down, what he learned is not even half of what his original master learned, or even one-third.

  So he puts on a good show, but in reality, he's just a fake tough guy who looks intimidating but can't withstand a fight.

  "Master? Not allowed?"

  Zhang Weiye looked at Wang Jian's face and suddenly felt a little nervous. After all, everyone wanted to win in the competition. If they couldn't get first place, the competition would lose its meaning. "Friendship comes first, it's the taking part that counts" was just something people said to comfort losers.

  "Go." Wang Jian nodded heavily: "You go sign up."

  Actually, Wang Jian wanted him to broaden his horizons and among all the apprentices, he was the only one with a relatively good foundation, while others were basically still novices, so letting him take a look at the gap would be quite a good thing.

  At this time, Lin Yaxuan suddenly walked in from outside, swept a glance at the people present, and slowly said: "Wang Jian."

  "Anything wrong?"

  "Next month on the first, there will be a martial arts tournament. I am one of the organizers, I think..."

  She hadn't finished speaking when Wang Jian waved his hand: "No way, I won't fight."

  Lin Yaxuan furrowed her brow: "A prize of 100,000 yuan, and if you win, I'll personally give you another 100,000!"

  Wang Jian shook his head: "No way, actually I care more about 100,000 yuan than you do, but I just can't."

  "You're being obstinately ignorant."

  "Stop arguing... stop arguing..." Zhang Weiye walked up to the two and blocked Wang Jian and Lin Yaxuan: "I'll replace Master to attend."

  Lin Yaxuan sneered: "You?"

  "Ah......" Zhang Weiye nodded: "There's still half a month left, I'll train specially and should be able to get into the top three."

  Wang Jian and Lin Yaxuan shook their heads in unison, saying: "It's difficult."

  Zhang Weiye was taken aback, but his eyes showed no signs of backing down: "Who knows if we don't give it a try!"

  Wang Jian pulled Lin Yaxuan's sleeve: "Come with me."

  As they spoke, the two of them arrived at the second floor. Wang Jian opened the window and sat on the windowsill, lighting a cigarette. He stared intently at Lin Yaxuan: "I always feel that... you'll only tell me what's going on until the very end?"

  Lin Yaxuan was taken aback, but still pretended to be stupid: "What are you talking about?"

  "You know it in your heart."

  "I admit I do have some feelings for you, but it's not a big deal. Since I don't interact with many people, after spending time together for a while, I indeed develop all sorts of weird thoughts, so don't take it too seriously."

  Lin Yaxuan, on the other hand, is not embarrassed at all. If Tianran Er were to say the same thing, she would stutter for half an hour, but a female hero is still a female hero, and she's not embarrassed at all.

  "Hey......" She wasn't embarrassed, but Wang Jian's face turned red as he jumped down from the windowsill: "I didn't mean that..."

  Lin Yaxuan was taken aback: "What's that?"

  Wang Jian thought for a moment and scratched his head: "Fist fight."

  Looking for a monthly ticket... (sigh)