When Wen Hui heard the words "fist technique," her eyes immediately lit up. She shouted, "I want to learn too! In the future, I want to become like Uncle Chu and beat all the bad people who bully me into idiots."
Chu Chen burst out laughing. "Good. Once Xiao Hui recovers, Uncle Chu will teach you how to practice martial arts. Then we'll knock down all the bad people."
Seeing this, Zhou Wenping hesitated before saying, "Little Chu, you just said it was a family-inherited martial art. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to pass it on to outsiders?"
Chu Chen waved his hand. "Hehe, Brother Zhou, what era are we living in? Why still worry about that? Even if I have children in the future, who knows whether they'll be willing to put in the effort to learn it? As long as I take a liking to someone and they can persist on their own, there's no harm in passing on my martial art."
After hearing this, Zhou Wenping gave him a thumbs-up. "Little Chu, your awareness is truly high. Come to think of it, if there hadn't been such strict rules, perhaps many of our ancestors' crafts wouldn't have been lost."
Chu Chen smiled. "Brother Zhou, I'm not as lofty as you make me sound. Anyone who wants to learn my martial art still has to pass my test. Besides, mastering this martial art isn't easy. Take me, for example. I started practicing almost every day without interruption at the age of six, and only now can I be considered to have achieved a little success."
Li Guodong scratched his head after hearing this. "Doesn't that mean you have to practice for more than ten years? No wonder people say, 'Ten minutes onstage requires ten years of practice offstage.' I