Chapter 529: The Art of Dance

Zheng Qian really did fall asleep later.

He truly was like the Buddha.

But he wasn't a true saint either. In fact, he had been struggling with himself at the very beginning—if he just did it with Su Yuanshuang like that, would she think he was a pervert?

Of course, more importantly, Zheng Qian really wasn't in the mood that night.

Just kissing the beauty a couple of times to soothe his emotions was enough.

Otherwise, wouldn't he have to change rooms to rest in the second half of the night?

She certainly wouldn't have the strength to get up and change the sheets then, and he was clumsy; if he accidentally changed the sheets in the little fairy's boudoir incorrectly, or didn't set them up well, she would definitely be unhappy.

The next day, after eating the loving breakfast made by Su Yuanshuang, Zheng Qian left with Chen Chou.

However, Su Yuanshuang, who had never been late or taken leave before, had surprisingly not gone straight to the company for the first time in history.

She clutched her lower abdomen and rolled her eyes fiercely on the sofa.

She kept cursing in her heart: "Zheng Qian, you dead pervert, you actually fell asleep!? And you slept so soundly, your hands in your dreams were so restless, and you kept muttering."

"Captain, come quickly, the waves are big here, the swaying sensation is very stimulating if we do it here..."

What kind of lewd words were these?

Heaven knows how Su Yuanshuang got through last night.

"This morning, when I was doing the standing meditation, I was actually a bit unaccustomed to it. The ground was too stable, and my body seemed to be swaying. Brother Chou, is something wrong with me? It won't affect me subduing my weapon, the 'Big Dragon,' will it?"

Zheng Qian hesitated while driving, but eventually decided to ask about the doubt in his heart.

After all, this was a major issue related to his weapon.

Now, the sharpness of his "weapon" was seriously related to his own happy life.

"You've gotten used to practicing on the boat, so it's normal not to be accustomed to a different place; you'll recover in a few days. Just tell me, after the standing meditation, did you do those exercises the way I told you?"

"Of course I did, so my muscles feel okay. At the time, I saw you hesitating, is this some kind of martial arts secret manual?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian suddenly felt eager to try and asked excitedly.

Chen Chou's expression was a bit strange. "It's not a martial arts secret manual. There aren't that many martial arts secret manuals in the world. Everyone's training methods are similar; it just depends on who is more devoted. Actually, when I saw that you didn't value the adjustments after the standing meditation, and that it wasn't good for your body, I thought about using some stories to pique your interest, but later when I saw you doing well, I didn't say anything."

Seeing Zheng Qian looking quite disappointed, a strange smile appeared on Chen Chou's face, but it vanished in a flash.

He then returned to his usual cold demeanor.

"Actually, the set of movements I passed on to you is the internal practice from the 'Yijinjing' in martial arts novels."

Sure enough, a light suddenly burst forth in Zheng Qian's eyes, and he said excitedly, "Yijinjing? Isn't that the unique secret skill of the Shaolin Temple? The cultivation classic that everyone in the world used to flock to, the ultimate path? If I practice it, won't I take off?"

"Of course not, and the Yijinjing isn't as mystical as you say."

"Back when Bodhidharma arrived at the Shaolin Temple, the Shaolin Temple wasn't a sacred site for martial arts yet, unlike a listed company now; it was a very pure place for studying Buddhism. It's just that most of those monks were physically weak, knowing only how to chant scriptures and discuss Zen every day, and at most, they only did some simple martial arts movements, so he taught the monks standing meditation, followed by the Yijinjing and Xisuijing."

"You can buy the Yijinjing in bookstores now. Although a lot has been deleted, you can still see the general outline. Many of the movements inside are actually very similar to Indian yoga, and those are what I taught you."

This was what Zheng Qian liked most about Chen Chou.

The latter was a martial arts master himself, yet he never put on airs.

He also wasn't like those characters in his impressions who talked mystically and played mysterious all day long. Chen Chou spoke in simple and easy-to-understand terms, and even directly said that the Yijinjing was Indian yoga, without any sense of blind arrogance about the Celestial Empire.

Perhaps not mythologizing those things anymore is true self-confidence.

Suddenly, Zheng Qian thought of something, and he said strangely, "But speaking of martial arts, in fact, what people think of most often now is something like the 'Lightning Five-Whip Combo.' He also claims to be a Tai Chi successor, and yet he was beaten up by a combat coach as soon as they started. Hmm... regarding this point, what do you think?"

He had thought that mentioning this insulting incident would anger a martial arts fanatic like Chen Chou.

But the latter did not.

Chen Chou just thought about it thoughtfully, then spoke:

"Although Chinese Martial Arts has a famous saying, 'Only kill the enemy, do not perform,' but the fact is indeed like that. I have also seen the video you mentioned. You should know his background; he is not a true martial arts master, and I will not comment on this."

"There is one point that cannot be denied, and that is that under normal circumstances, a practitioner of Chinese Martial Arts just cannot beat someone who practices combat sports."

"The latter is solid external martial arts, with hard punches and kicks; ordinary martial artists are simply no match."

These words left Zheng Qian speechless.

Could the truth really be like this?

Those who practice Jiuzhou martial arts just can't beat those who practice combat sports? But... Chen Chou clearly isn't like that? He could crack a person's head open with one slap, how should that be explained?

"I don't know if you've watched an interview about Bruce Lee? The one who was the national martial arts champion."

Suddenly, Chen Chou hesitated before saying, "Back then, the host asked him, is martial arts a performance? That was the general idea. He thought about it and replied that it was indeed a form of performance, even a routine. But that was the premise required by modern society. In the past, martial arts moves were aimed at the lower body, with every strike intended to kill, so of course, that wasn't suitable for promotion."

"If everyone practiced that kind of martial arts, wouldn't it be chaos?"

Hearing this, Zheng Qian nodded in deep agreement.

It was not without reason that ancient emperors banned martial arts.

Just as the two were talking, he arrived at his destination.

It was an industrial park on the outskirts of Shanghu.

Hanging a sign—XX Semiconductor Chip Research Institute.

A very plain and simple name.

There was a heading in front, perhaps worn out due to the passage of time, or perhaps deliberately erased so it couldn't be seen clearly.

However, many workers were coming in and out now, and some people were taking down the sign. An old man wearing work clothes was squatting not far away smoking, with a gloomy face, looking at this scene, he could only shake his head and sigh to himself.

It was as if his own child had been taken away.

Zheng Qian didn't know him, didn't know who he was, just glanced at him hurriedly and walked in.

Because there was a beauty waiting for him inside.