451: C451 Culture Has Turned into a Joke

C451 Culture Has Turned into a Joke

Suun Zhe approached him. Zhang Xiaoloong had no choice but to raise his hand to meet the enemy.

The two of them exchanged blows, and their movements became faster and faster.

One had to admit that Suun Zhe had also put some effort into Tai Chi. However, when he met Zhang Xiaoloong, he still did not put enough effort into it.

If it wasn't for the fact that Zhang Xiaoloong didn't want him to lose too badly, the result of the battle between the two of them would have been easily determined.

However, in the end, Zhang Xiaoloong changed his mind. If he really defeated Suun Zhe, it would not be a good result. At least, it would make him lose face. No matter what, he was still a teacher. Besides, he had good intentions.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoloong started to probe around.

Suun Zhe also paid full attention. Although he had previously thought that Zhang Xiaoloong had some skills, he still felt that Zhang Xiaoloong had some skills. Only now did he know. There was a reason why this kid didn't want to acknowledge him as his master, because ___ was already very strong.

Furthermore, he could feel that this didn't seem like a wild path that he had comprehended through fighting. Instead, he had a master. This could be seen from the other party's exquisite footwork.

If he didn't have a master, then it should be passed down in his family. There were many ancient fist techniques that had been lost in history in Huaxia. Of course, some of them were hidden among the people, and Zhang Xiaoloong was very likely one of them.

He had such a guess in his heart, and he also understood why Zhang Xiaoloong did not want to become his master. It was probably because his father did not allow him to see his master. But this wasn't a problem. He just needed to pay him a visit when the time came. Most of it made sense. He had to subdue this kid at once.

With this thought in mind, he became even more energetic and displayed all the skills he had learned.

However, at the same time, he was surprised to find that even though he had used his full strength, Zhang Xiaoloong was still like before, locked in battle with him. Sometimes, when he suddenly erupted, his opponent would also be able to handle it with ease. There was not even a hint of panic.

What the f * ck! What was going on?

Under normal circumstances, when there was a huge gap between the two of them, the current situation would only occur. Could it be that the competition between him and Zhang Xiaoloong had been under the control of the other party from the very beginning?

Previously, the more he fought, the more he sold his strength. Now, the more he fought, the more shocked he became.

Right at this moment, Zhang Xiaoloong seemed to have also exerted strength. His movement technique was even more unpredictable than before. Suun Zhe could only barely maintain his undefeated momentum.

Become a disciple? Suun Zhe smiled bitterly in his heart. Under such circumstances, even if he was Zhang Xiaoloong, he would not become a disciple! He was even more capable than ___, yet he still insisted on taking him as his master. Wasn't he too full of himself?

If it was said that the two of them were tied in the beginning, then he was already at a disadvantage. He could only rely on instinct to resist Zhang Xiaoloong's attack.

Just as he thought he was finished, whether it was in terms of physical strength or speed, Zhang Xiaoloong's attack suddenly slowed down. Then, the two of them forcefully collided with each other and separated, as if they were tied.

However, Suun Zhe knew in his heart that he had lost this match. If Zhang Xiaoloong kept using his full strength, he was afraid that he would lose very badly. It was just that Zhang Xiaoloong had given him face.

What else was there to say? You can't even beat him, and you still want to take him as your disciple? Don't be too shameless, alright?

"Xiaoloong's martial arts is really not bad..." Suun Zhe felt depressed in his heart, but since the other party had given him face, he couldn't possibly not appreciate it at all, right?

"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher SuUn." Zhang Xiaoloong thought for a while and said, "Actually, I think that if Teacher SuUn wants to inherit the martial arts of the country, why didn't he teach it in the Martial Arts Club? They all wanted to learn the true Chinese Kungfu, but they couldn't find a master teacher."

Suun Zhe sighed. How could he teach this martial art just because he wanted to? If it wasn't for the fact that he used the Taiji Fist, he wouldn't have thought of accepting a disciple.

Unfortunately, his face was swollen and painful...

"Xiaoloong, you should know that true martial arts aren't taught just because you want to. If you want to learn it, you can learn it. "Suun Zhe felt that it was better to explain." A martial arts master can teach a few decent disciples in his lifetime. It was already very impressive that a master of martial arts could teach a few decent disciples in his lifetime. As for the true inheritance of the essence... It would only be passed down to a few people. The rest would be like Taiji Fist on the street. Teaching could only teach one thing, nothing else. If you continue to learn like this, how many people will follow you and learn from you?"

"Why not? The Martial Arts Club relied on Wu Bing alone to recruit members at the level of a novice. What's more, a person who really knows martial arts? " Zhang Xiaoloong did not believe it. "We will not promote the Chinese Kungfu. A few years later... Even Chinese no longer knows that we have the Chinese Kungfu. He only knows Karate and Taekwondo. When mentioning the Chinese Kungfu again, most of Chinese would laugh at himself. Then he would say that it was all a lie made up by our old ancestor. If it was really that powerful, why hadn't he seen an expert jump out? Why didn't the Chinese Kungfu Dojo become as popular as the Taekwondo Dojo? When that happens, the Chinese Kungfu will really be destroyed."

Suun Zhe smiled bitterly." I know what you're saying, but the inheritance of real martial arts... It's not as simple as you think. Every circle has its rules. Only if everyone follows this rule can they continue to develop peacefully. Once we break this rule... "

Zhang Xiaoloong spread his hands. "Alright, this is probably the reason why I don't want to acknowledge you as my master. I don't want to step into this circle, but I really want to know... Why don't Taekwondo and karate have these rules? Why can they develop better than us? Many people think that taekwondo is powerful, but Chinese Kungfu is just fancy? China is a country of etiquette, but in this regard, they are really too modest!"

" Xiaoloong, in fact, in this circle, it is not as simple as you think. In the real world of martial arts, no one dares to look down on our Huaxia. Because they know that we have a true expert in charge... " Suun Zhe's words were interrupted.

"That is only known in a very small circle. When the Chinese Kungfu destroys the confidence of the people of our country... We don't think about learning the Chinese Kungfu for the next few generations. We just want to know a small circle from the inside. Is it useful? " Zhang Xiaoloong questioned, "Actually, most of the time, this is no longer just about the level of martial arts. We have lost to them in terms of martial arts. Our TCM has been promoted by others and has even become their cultural heritage. Slowly, what is left of our country? Now, many of Chinese felt that TCM was a fraud. The Chinese Kungfu was a fraud. What about in the future? At first, it was just a small circle, but slowly, we no longer have our own culture. When that time comes, it will be a joke to flaunt our civilization for five thousand years. Or even a fart!"1

Suun Zhe was stunned by these words. He was only a martial artist and had never thought about things that were too deep in culture. However, what Zhang Xiaoloong said seemed to be constantly happening.

The Chinese Kungfu, TCM, and many other traditions were like this. No one knew about Chongyang or the Seven Nights, but Valentine's Day was very important. Christmas was very lively, and even the Twins and Twins were more important than Mid-Autumn Festival.

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