204: Back then, we had unique skills and unparalleled martial arts.

While the barrage of comments rapidly discussed, He Xing quickly delivered the opening remarks and introduced the program.

"For the past two weeks, our seven guests have challenged, run, and laughed in the amusement park, and just a few days ago, they received a brand new mission—to find inheritors of Traditional Culture, learn from them or collaborate, and tonight, bring everyone a truly moving cultural feast!"

"Shadow puppetry, Sichuan Opera Face Changing, dragon dance, Wushu, opera, paper cutting… They have used their sweat and passion to revitalize millennium-old culture! Tonight, let us witness together—the collision of tradition and trend, the fusion of classic and innovation!"

"Next, let's move on to our first act! Please welcome Chen Fang, who will join hands with Shaolin Wushu masters to present a breathtaking Wushu spectacle—'Martial Rhyme of Mountains and Rivers'!"

As soon as his voice fell, waves of applause erupted from the audience.

In the live stream, large numbers of comments displaying flowers and heart emojis quickly popped up, showing support.

The theater filled with stirring drumbeats, layered upon layer, like surging rivers and waves, rising higher and higher.

Golden smoke exploded on both sides, and six Shaolin disciples on each side, dressed in yellow monk robes, rushed out from left and right, their steps uniform, their spear tips angled towards the ground, and their red tassels flying with each step.

The warrior monks held their spears with both hands, exerting force suddenly, the spear shafts rotating on both sides of their bodies, the spear tips drawing bright silver circles, like two fiery wheels spinning rapidly beside them. The spear tassels burst open, red shadows fluttering, and the spear shafts created a whooshing sound as they cut through the air, as if twelve fire dragons were coiling...

At the same time.

In a residential building in the Capital.

Qiu Jian, the deputy director of the Traditional Wushu Committee of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, sat in his living room, brewing tea while watching the comments projected on the TV.

"So handsome, it reminds me of the martial arts I watched as a child."

"That whooshing sound, whoosh, whoosh, if it hit me, I'd be laid up for half a month."

"With so many weapons, I still think the spear looks the best, truly the king of all weapons."

"I think swords, spears, sabers, and bows all look good ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ The key is still the performer's skill."

"Why isn't Xiao Chen out yet?"

"He'll just do a few moves and then sing, right? What can he learn in three or four days?"

"Go watch the video released by legend of fong sai-yuk, his Wushu foundation is very strong."

"Everyone is so professional, so handsome, why not go film a TV series?"

Qiu Jian rubbed his brow.

As they had expected, the audience was large. The upper right corner showed that the live stream had 1.02 million viewers, and comments were rapidly pouring in.

But clearly, everyone's attitude towards Wushu was purely visual appreciation, at most commenting a word or two. If they thought it was good, they only hoped it would be used for filming TV series, detached from real-life scenarios.

Qiu Jian took a sip of tea and sighed deeply.

...

In the residential building next door to his.

A boy of eight or nine, Wang Yuxuan, sat in front of the television, his mouth slightly agape, staring blankly at the screen.

Beside him, his sister, lying on her side on the sofa, nudged him with her foot, "Go get me a bottle of Sprite."

"Let me finish watching this," Wang Yuxuan continued to stare at the screen.

The next moment, a low voice came from beside him, "If you don't go, do you believe I'll show you some Wushu right now?"

"Just let me watch."

"You're staring at the screen like a block of wood, you might as well get up and move around."

Wang Yuxuan narrowed his eyes, and, under the oppressive power of his sister, while still staring at the TV, walked to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of Sprite. As soon as he walked back to the sofa, he saw a familiar figure appear on the screen.

A figure in silver and black clothing, suspended by wires, descended to the center of the stage.

Wang Yuxuan pointed at the screen, his tone rising, "Sis, your husband!"

"Such a sweet talker. Since you're so observant, I'll reward you with ten yuan later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen!"

On the screen.

Chen Fang landed, holding the butt of the spear with one hand, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, the spear tip spun rapidly in his palm, drawing several tight silver circles, like meteors orbiting his wrist.

The red tassel on the spearhead swung into circles of red arcs, then suddenly retracted, the spear tip stopping with a "thwack," unmoving. Immediately, he swept it horizontally along the ground, with a whoosh—the spear shaft whipped through the air like a steel whip, creating a gust of wind.

In front of the screen.

Wang Yuxuan didn't know why, but when he watched the Shaolin warrior monks perform, he only thought it looked good, and that the big brothers were truly amazing.

But at this moment, seeing this familiar person, this photo brother from his sister's bedroom, he felt a sense of familiarity, and a feeling of "I can do that too, I want to do that too" emerged in his mind, making him want to imitate him.

Wang Yuxuan couldn't help but extend his hands forward, imitating Chen Fang, holding his hands empty as if holding a long spear, randomly rotating his wrists.

On the screen, Chen Fang had already begun to spar with Zhao Guohua, their spear shafts intertwining. Zhao Guohua's spear tip thrust upwards, and Chen Fang's spear shaft rebounded with the force, allowing him to spin with the momentum, his offensive resuming, continuous and endless...

Wang Yuxuan became excited, grabbing the cat teaser stick from the table and swinging it wildly.

His sister glanced at him, "Move over a bit, don't block me."

Wang Yuxuan stared at the screen, not in the mood to bicker with her, and obediently moved half a meter to the side.

His sister stared at the screen, and casually glanced at the comments.

"I don't know why, but watching Chen Fang and this master perform, it reminds me of those wuxia films from my childhood, o(╥﹏╥)o ah, my childhood memories are suddenly attacking me."

"Because he's also an actor, so it probably reminds you of wuxia films? Back then, TV shows were full of handsome guys fighting like this."

"Yes, yes! Back then, TV shows were full of handsome guys and beautiful women with peerless martial arts, and I even learned how to do the 'flower hand' dance without a teacher! Boom!"

"Back then, we possessed extraordinary skills and peerless martial arts. Years later, we crippled our own martial arts, blocked our Ren and Du meridians, integrated into society, earned money, married wives, had children, earned money for our children to marry wives..."

"It reminds me of sparring with my childhood friends, you have no idea how exhilarating it is to meet an opponent."

"I wasn't thinking about it, but you netizens are too malicious. You made me think of my childhood, back when I could climb trees and do somersaults. Now I'm out of breath after running a thousand meters, where did my childhood self go?"

"I remember my Heaven-Slaying Sword Art. I would swing my long sword in the rapeseed field at home, cutting off all the rapeseed flower heads, and then my dad would chase me for three kilometers with my sword."

"Why is he filming idol dramas? He should be filming wuxia!"

"He did, 'legend of fong sai-yuk' is coming out soon!"

...

On the screen, Chen Fang and Zhao Guohua transitioned from sparring to cooperating. Finally, the two of them and the twelve warrior monks performed a collective spear formation, with layers upon layers of spear shadows on the stage.

Amidst the stirring drumbeats, the performance came to an end.

He Xing and another host, Hu Ning, walked onto the stage.

He Xing smiled and said, "Thank you, Teacher Zhao Guohua, Chen Fang, and all the Shaolin disciples for your wonderful performance."

Chen Fang and Zhao Guohua stood at the center of the stage, while He Xing and Hu Ning walked to either side of them, beginning a short audience interaction segment.