WIIAD? ### Chapter 50 Responsibility
Northern-style martial arts emphasize wide, sweeping movements, and Baji Quan is especially fierce and powerful!
Qi Lin sidestepped forward, delivering a direct elbow strike to Wang Yi's chest.
Wang Yi, having practiced martial arts from a young age, reacted quickly, crossing his arms in front of his chest to block. However, Qi Lin's strike was powerful and focused, forcing Wang Yi back two steps.
For martial artists, a stable stance is crucial!
This movement gave Qi Lin the opportunity to find a flaw.
Qi Lin immediately changed his move, executing a "Pi Gua San Shou," his right hand swinging like a whip toward Wang Yi’s neck.
With his unstable stance, Wang Yi couldn’t leverage his strength. Hastily adopting a defensive posture, he was unable to block Qi Lin’s strike and was hit squarely.
“Stop, stop! I give up!”
Wang Yi quickly called for a halt. Hearing this, Qi Lin stepped back nimbly.
Master Wang Bao laughed heartily, “That’s what you get for slacking in your training! How does it feel to be beaten so quickly? If this were a real fight, Qi Lin could’ve finished you off with a few more moves!”
Wang Yi, embarrassed, chuckled and shook his aching arm, “He used brute force to break my technique. I couldn't stand up to that.”
“Hmph! Excuses! Baji Quan uses hard to fight hard! If you lost, it's because your skills aren’t up to par!”
“Yes, yes, Grandpa, you’re right. My skills aren’t good enough. I’ll definitely work twice as hard from now on!”
Seeing that his grandfather seemed genuinely angry, Wang Yi hurriedly promised not to slack off again, which softened the old man's expression.
When Wang Bao looked at Qi Lin, his expression changed to a gentle, spring-like smile, making Wang Yi wonder who the real grandson was.
“Xiao Linzi, stay for a few more days this time. It's not often you come to visit.”
Qi Lin readily agreed, as long as he was home before the New Year.
Laughing heartily, Wang Bao called his family to prepare a feast, holding Qi Lin's hand and chatting non-stop.
From the first day he saw Qi Lin, Wang Bao knew that Qi Lin was a martial arts prodigy!
This wasn’t just because Qi Lin had a strong learning ability, but also because of his physical condition, often referred to in martial arts novels as having “good bones.”
In modern terms, it’s about genetics and talent.
Some people are naturally suited for certain sports, like how tall people have an advantage in basketball.
The same goes for martial arts. Qi Lin not only had good learning abilities but also strong bones, making him a natural martial artist.
If there was a downside, it was that he was a bit too tall, which could make some movements seem clumsy.
However, this also had its advantages. Being tall meant having a longer reach, which was particularly beneficial in practicing "Pi Gua."
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“Come, come, eat up. Your Shimu specially made these meatballs for you.”
Wang Bao cheerfully placed a large meatball in Qi Lin’s bowl, and Qi Lin didn’t stand on ceremony, practically burying his head in his bowl.
Recently, Wang Xiaohua had hired two etiquette teachers to train him in dining etiquette, travel etiquette, photography etiquette, and more.
It made him cautious while eating, and he could only relax a bit in front of his master and family.
Watching Qi Lin eat heartily, the old man couldn't be happier.
“Haha, slow down, no one’s going to take it from you. How long can you stay home for the New Year?”
“I should be able to stay until the fifteenth. On the sixteenth, I have to go to Hong Kong to shoot a movie.”
Wang Yi enviously asked, “How does it feel to shoot a movie? It must be really exciting, right?”
Qi Lin shook his head, “It’s not that exciting. In fact, it’s quite exhausting, with almost no time to rest.”
Wang Yi nodded in semi-understanding, “That sounds tough.”
Qi Lin laughed, “Everything is tough in its own way. But I like being an actor. You get to experience different lives, and it pays well.”
Curious, Wang Yi asked, “I’ve heard that big stars make a lot of money, with paychecks of a hundred million or more. How much do you get paid, Qi-ge?”
Qi Lin thought for a moment, “My pay isn’t that high yet, starting at around a million. My agent says it’ll get better next year.”
Wang Yi swallowed hard. A million isn’t high? He hadn’t even seen a million yet!
Seeing Wang Yi’s envious look, Qi Lin chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.
“Train hard. My agent mentioned that there are groups like the Dragon Family Team and the Yuen Family Team. Once I’ve established myself in the industry, I’ll start a Qi Family Team! Then you can be the leader!”
Wang Yi responded, “Leader? Why not just call me the class monitor?”
“Sure, if you want, you can be the sports committee member too!”
“Get out of here.”
“Hahaha.”
The two had always had a good relationship. Even after four years apart, they kept in touch and their playful banter continued without a hitch.
Master Wang Bao, however, took all this to heart.
Nowadays, the martial arts school wasn't what it used to be.
People now preferred sending their kids to learn sports like Sanda or Taekwondo, while traditional martial arts were becoming less popular.
Of course, you couldn’t blame people for this; it was the fault of those deceitful 'colleagues' who tarnished the reputation of traditional martial arts.
Qi Lin's emergence, however, gave Wang Bao a glimmer of hope.
Qi Lin was now a 'big star'!
If he promoted authentic Chinese martial arts, would it attract more young people to learn?
Wang Bao had devoted his entire life to martial arts, and his passion for it was beyond what others could imagine.
His dream was to see traditional martial arts flourish.
Just as, during the decline of crosstalk, the crosstalk master Ma lamented that if the audience for crosstalk could be as numerous as soccer fans, their lives would be worthwhile.
Unfortunately, Ma never saw that day and left with endless regret.
It wasn’t until later that this wish was fulfilled by Mr. Guo.
In Wang Bao's eyes, Qi Lin was the martial arts world’s Mr. Guo!
He was someone who could potentially revitalize traditional martial arts!
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Qi Lin stayed at his master's house for three days before leaving. On the day of his departure, the old man and his family escorted him all the way to the airport.
Just before boarding the plane, Wang Bao held Qi Lin's hand for a long time without speaking.
“Xiao Linzi, the things our ancestors passed down cannot be forgotten.”
As he spoke, Wang Bao’s voice trembled slightly.
Qi Lin’s heart also trembled.
It was at that moment that he realized his master had truly aged.
Although Wang Bao’s appearance hadn’t changed much, his heart had aged.
In the past, he would never have shown such a lack of confidence.
Qi Lin didn’t say much, nor did he make any grand promises. He simply grasped Wang Bao's hand and said,
“Don’t worry, Master. You have me.”
These simple words calmed Wang Bao.
Because he saw the determination in Qi Lin’s eyes.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but as Wang Bao watched Qi Lin board the plane, he noticed that Qi Lin’s steps seemed heavier.
Maybe it was because he now carried a greater sense of responsibility.
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