"Master Ye, I still have hundreds of thousands of fans on major social media accounts."

"Some time ago, a boxing champion named Lian wanted to get my fans and hype me up. He also posted a post to me and wanted to challenge me on Wudang."

"That boxing champion has said that if I can still stand in two minutes, he will lose..."

"Master Ye should have heard of this matter."

"What I mean by saying these words is to tell Master Ye that as a Chinese, I feel uncomfortable when I see traditional martial arts decline step by step."

"Now, Master Ye is willing to take action to promote Chinese martial arts. I can help a little, which can be regarded as a way to express my feelings."

Chen Shixing has loved martial arts since childhood and practiced external martial arts since he was seven years old.

When I learned that Wudang Mountain was the birthplace of internal martial arts, I was eleven years old and asked my ancestors to come to Wudang Mountain to practice the Sanfeng School of Martial Arts.

Unfortunately, he has limited talent and cannot find the threshold of real internal martial arts.

In recent years, he has learned that all schools and sects have hidden masters who are rare.

Such as the Zhengyi Seven Sect and Quanzhen Seven Sects.

These sects all master real martial arts skills.

This time he was invited to attend the conference, he was also in a thrilling mood, thinking that he wanted to see the real martial arts skills.

But unexpectedly, I only saw a shirk and procrastination.

Ye Qianqiu's generous words left a deep impression on him, so when he saw Ye Qianqiu leaving alone, he chased him out directly.

Ye Qianqiu looked at the enthusiasm in Chen Shixing's eyes and knew that this person really wanted to promote Chinese martial arts.

Compared with the representatives of the various sects in the hall, this one is much simpler.

“Okay…”

So Ye Qianqiu nodded slowly.

Seeing this, Chen Shixing laughed and said, "Master Ye, then let's leave each other a contact information?"

"WeChat?"

"Do you scan me? Or do I scan you?"

...

Suzhou, Xuanmiaoguan, Pinfang Teahouse.

The second floor is located by the window.

One old and one young, two Taoist priests sat opposite each other, and there was steaming hot tea on the table.

"It seems that this trip to Longhu Mountain is not going well."

The old Taoist priest who has grown up has white hair, a chubby face, and a smile, giving people a tumbler feeling.

Ye Qianqiu pinched the teacup, took a sip, and then said, "What was expected."

"When Xiao Daoqing called you, I knew that it was unlikely that all the sects would contribute to this matter."

The old Taoist priest said, "But you went anyway."

Ye Qianqiu smiled, glanced at his nominal master Gu Yuan, and said, "If you weren't for your begging me, I would have listened to those nonsense?"

Gu Yuan said, "You really have to go to this matter. First, it is to give Daoqing some support, and second, it is to shine the signature of our Shenxiao Sect."

Ye Qianqiu waved his hand and said, "Okay, no need to explain. If I can't understand this matter thoroughly, I will have been in vain for so many years."

"Don't worry, I've never left anything I should do."

"I have chosen a boy from the Qingwei Sect to show off my skills. Now all the sects should know it."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan narrowed his eyes into a slit and said with a smile: "Of course I feel at ease when you are doing things."

At this time, Ye Qianqiu looked out the window and it was the time when people were crowded.

The traffic is so large.

"The time is almost over, so let's go now. Are the camera equipment that should be prepared ready in place?"

Ye Qianqiudao.

Gu Yuan nodded and said, "Don't worry, no problem. Just show your face and make sure that you can record every direction for you."

Ye Qianqiu nodded slightly, stood up, opened the window, and jumped out directly.

...

Xuanmiao Temple has long been no longer a pure place in Suzhou.

More than ten years ago, it has become a lively place for tourism.

Now, it is summer and there are so many tourists.

Wu Qingqing is a food blogger with more than 7 million fans on a certain website, a certain Gua, and a certain voice platform.

She has traveled all over China by herself and ate all over the country.

This time, she came to Suzhou Xuanmiao Temple.

At this time, she was eating Xuanmiaoguan snacks on the street while recording a video with a selfie stick.

"Dear babies, now I'm here in Suzhou Xuanmiao Temple."

"Look, is the sky here very blue?"

"Wow, there are really a lot of snacks here!"

“There is my favorite pot sticker, shabby!”

"And, and, look, what's this? Oh my God, chicken and duck blood soup smells really good!"

"No, no, I'm going to have a big meal today."

"Huh? What is that?"

"Oh my God! Someone jumped off the building!"

The camera shaking ~~~~

"Not good~~~ Someone jumped off the building!"

"No, it's not jumping off a building, it's light skills?"

"Oh my God, is that a Taoist priest?"

"Can you jump so far at once?"

"It's at least ten meters away from this building to that building!"

"It's not a movie!"

"Is it a juggling world?"

"How could someone jump so far!"

"No, I want to start the live broadcast as soon as possible!"

For a moment, gongs and drums were heard everywhere, crowds were filled with bustling and bustling.

...

Ye Qianqiu jumped out of the window on the second floor of the teahouse, then gently tapped his toes, shaking himself up, and jumped out more than ten meters away.

Old Taoist Gu Yuan stood on the window on the second floor, looked at Ye Qianqiu's figure, stroked his white beard, and said with a smile: "Shenxiao Thunder Method, Jinghong Yi Ye, I'm afraid only Uncle Ye can do it in this world."

"This is the real martial arts."

Ye Qianqiu felt the various exclamations in the streets and alleys of Xuanmiaoguan, and the ups and downs surrounding Xuanmiaoguan, just like a feather floating in the wind.

This is the plan that Ye Qianqiu had thought of after he came back from Longhu Mountain.

With the development of social networks, it is actually very simple for people like him to become famous.

...

On the street.

Many people raised their phones and started recording videos, while some people started broadcasting live on major social platforms.

An online carnival has begun.

Wu Qingqing opened her account on a certain voice and started live broadcasting, and the number of online users continued to rise.

Wu Qingqing looked at Ye Qianqiu, who was rising and falling freely on the roof, and kept explaining the scene in front of her to fans in the live broadcast room.

"Dear babies, look carefully. This Taoist priest is really handsome."

"There is no hanging wire, I'm not filming, I've watched it all the way."

...

Half an hour later.

Ye Qianqiu's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone exclaimed.

"It disappeared, the Taoist priest disappeared!"

...

Pinfang Tea House.

Ye Qianqiu stood in front of the window, watching more and more people on the street, and said to Gu Yuan, who was beside him: "The video material was passed to Chen Shixing. With the current speed of the Internet, I will be on the hot searches on major platforms tomorrow."

"Build momentum, build momentum, this first battle is about to begin."

Gu Yuan sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that half of my body would be buried in the ground, and I could see my uncle show his magical power again."

"I really look forward to Uncle Master coming out this time."

"The divine sky trembled and thunder slashed the Yama, and the blue sky shook the ancient and modern times."
Chapter completed!