373: Chapter 370 Going Home (Part 1)

"Old Li, are you calling your Family?"

"By the way, I don't even know your Family situation. Aren't you inviting me over to hang out this time? Why don't you introduce them? Also, does your Family have any pretty girls?"

Hearing this, Li Changsheng had just finished his call. He put away his phone, glanced back at the other person, and said calmly, "Even if there were, Old Zhang, do you think you could handle it?"

Zhang Zhao: "..."

If you don't bring that up, we're still brothers.

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"So, Old Li, your Family... but it's actually quite nice, having an elder who dotes on you. My Family is a pain; there are plenty of Family members, but their hearts aren't in the same place at all."

After listening to Li Changsheng's description, Zhang Zhao shook his head with a bitter smile.

"It's normal. Some Family environments have a great atmosphere, but there are always some unfriendly relatives.

In the countryside, if your Family is poor and honest, other families will try to take advantage of you regarding land or policies.

If your Family is wealthy and powerful, and easy to talk to, then regardless of whether you're related, people will try to get you to use your connections to help them.

They'll also try to take advantage of you, and if you're unwilling, they'll gossip about you behind your back and point fingers." Li Changsheng said calmly.

This left Zhang Zhao stunned. He looked at Li Changsheng suspiciously, "Old Li, your Family hasn't gone through this kind of thing, right? How come you speak so knowledgeably about it?"

"Heh, I've just seen a lot. Besides, you should know the old sayings better than I do. Many old sayings are very reasonable; one sentence can reveal the truth of a situation."

"For example?" Zhang Zhao became even more curious. It seemed like ever since the Genentech incident, Old Li's eyes had a sense of seeing through everything.

"There are many examples, such as: 'One mother can raise seven children, but seven children struggle to raise one mother.' Or, 'If you are rich, you have distant relatives even in the deep mountains; if you are poor, no one visits even in the bustling market.'"

"Uh, Old Li, you're becoming even more like a Daoist than Old Zhou. You've really seen through the philosophies of life and worldly affairs clearly." Zhang Zhao sighed with emotion.

"It can't be called 'seeing through'. There are too many truths in this world; how could one see through them all?" Li Changsheng shook his head. "It's just like martial arts. Any martial art seems easy to learn, but in reality, it's easy to enter but hard to master. It's even harder to truly excel at it."

"Hmm, that's a fair point." Zhang Zhao nodded in agreement, thought for a moment, and looked at Li Changsheng curiously.

"By the way, Old Li, you never really said what you're going to do when you go back. Can you reveal a bit? Old Zhang here is really curious."

Hearing this, Li Changsheng glanced at this guy. But come to think of it, what was he going to do when he went back?

After pondering for a long time, Li Changsheng finally sighed, "I'm going back to live like a free spirit, first to take good care of my grandmother, then to take care of myself.

And along the way, I'll seek the next level of the Dao of martial arts in the bits and pieces of daily life."

"Seeking the great Dao in the rural mountains? You really have the look of an ancient ascetic Cultivator. It's truly a pity to bury your martial arts skills in the deep mountains.

To improve your martial arts, you have to practice more and fight more."

Zhang Zhao couldn't understand Li Changsheng's thinking. Letting him stay in the countryside for a month to play around would be fine, but for any longer, he would only feel annoyed, restless, uneasy, and bored—too bored.

"Martial arts improvement indeed cannot be separated from combat. Improving through combat and competition with countless experts is indeed a method of advancement, but I have already passed that stage.

Unless you can find an expert with strength similar to mine, or one with a martial arts style I've never seen before."

Hearing Li Changsheng say this, Zhang Zhao was momentarily speechless.

Just when Zhang Zhao wanted to say something else, Li Changsheng waved his hand and smiled, "Alright, this time you're coming with me to stay there for a while. I'll take you to properly experience what it means that 'movement is not as good as stillness.'

And what it means that drawing water, plowing fields, eating, drinking tea, and sleeping are all forms of cultivation."

Li Changsheng wasn't spouting nonsense; he had some immature ideas in his mind at this moment.

That was to summarize his past cultivation, reorganize it, and finally try to see if he could compile it into a book.

To combine science with traditional cultivation, to lift the veil of mystery from some mysterious martial arts, and to use the simplest methods to achieve cultivation in a peaceful, daily life.

"Perhaps for the Path of the Grandmaster mission, opening a martial arts gym and taking on disciples isn't the key. The real key might be this, having the demeanor of a true Grandmaster, summarizing and organizing a complete system of martial arts theory and methods."

Li Changsheng had a vague guess in his heart.

The four-day cruise passed in a flash, and no accidents occurred during that time.

As the luxury cruise ship docked at the port, Li Changsheng, Zhang Zhao, Wan Qianhe, and the others began to bid farewell to Boss Ma.

"Master Li, we must keep in touch in the future. These past few days, practicing your improved Taiji and Eight Brocades, I feel my energy is much better than usual."

Boss Ma shook Li Changsheng's hand enthusiastically, his eyes full of reluctance.

It was clearly still Taiji, but after Li Changsheng made slight adjustments—just subtle changes in a few movements—Boss Ma immediately felt heat surging in his palms when he threw a punch.

After finishing a set of movements, heat surged up from the soles of his feet, and his palms were filled with surging heat; it was extremely comfortable.

This was much more comfortable than taking supplements, steaming in a sauna, or getting a massage.

"Boss Ma, if we are fated, we will meet again. Your body is not weak. It's just that your previous movements could no longer provide enough stimulation.

The movements weren't wrong; I assume the master who taught you this Taiji back then considered your Physique at that time. But today is different from the past.

Now that your body is stronger, you naturally need to gradually increase the difficulty.

As for my modified version, be careful: at first, practicing once a day is fine and beneficial for your physical and mental health. But in a few years, you'll have to control the frequency.

Practice once every three days, or once every five days."

Li Changsheng advised cautiously. This instruction was also because he considered that Boss Ma's age was increasing day by day; with advancing age, the body's tolerance is limited, so one must control their practice.

Unless he practiced a gentler version. His modified Taiji had some traces of Sun Style Tai Chi, which was a bit more vigorous than Wu Style Taiji.

"Master Li, I've really troubled you this time, and I've noted everything down. But Master Li, do you remember the small gift I mentioned earlier?"

"A small gift?" Li Changsheng was stunned, only then remembering the words Boss Ma had casually said a while ago.

"There is an item that I spent a great deal of effort to obtain and treasure. However, Master Li, you will need to wait a little longer. This time when I return to Zhejiang Province, I will have someone take it out from my storage vault, and then have it personally delivered to your home."

Boss Ma's words really confused Li Changsheng.

But seeing that it wasn't cash, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If Boss Ma were sending cash, he really wouldn't be able to accept it, but some kind of gift was fine.

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Coming off the cruise ship, they got straight into the sedan that Boss Ma had specially prepared.

Li Changsheng didn't know the car brand, but it was definitely a luxury car—an extended model with exquisite interior, extremely comfortable lounge seats, and cold drinks.

Besides Li Changsheng, there were Zhang Zhao and Wan Qianhe in the car.

Master Wan had asked before and was prepared to go back with him, while Zhang Zhao had been tricked by him into going for a month-long stay.

Besides them, there was one other guy.

However, this person was in a bad state right now; tied up securely, he looked quite wretched.

"Ahem, Mr. Li, is it? The boss said there were only three people this time, this extra..."

The driver in the front compartment was a bit uneasy, thinking to himself that Boss Ma had ordered three distinguished guests, so how did it suddenly become four?

And this one looked more like someone who had been forcibly kidnapped.

"Heh, driver, you don't need to worry about this person; I will explain it to Boss Ma."

As he spoke, Li Changsheng patted Zhou Sheng, who was sitting next to him with a look of despair, his mouth stuffed with a pair of smelly socks.

The other person looked up at the car ceiling with dull eyes, tears of frustration streaming down his cheeks.

What a sin!