"Most of you here, like me, come from ordinary families. Our parents have tried their best to give us the best conditions they can, but compared with those real martial arts families, the resources we have are pitiful."
"So what do we have?"
Xu Wuyi paused and glanced across the audience.
"We only have ourselves."
"Only when we get up at five o'clock every morning, when others are still sleeping, we have started to exercise perseverance in the morning."
"It's only 11 o'clock in the evening. While others are playing games and watching videos, we are still polishing the patience of a basic movement."
"Only after repeated failures can one wipe away the sweat and tears and have the courage to stand up again."
His voice was not high, but every word was clear and powerful.
"I have seen too many people who are more talented than me, but because they don't work hard enough, they end up disappearing from the crowd. I have also seen people who are worse off than me, who have to work hard to find a way out of their own way."
"In martial arts, talent determines the upper limit, but hard work determines whether you can reach your upper limit.
The audience was completely silent, and only his voice echoed in the auditorium.
"Someone asked me if there were any shortcuts or secrets."
Xu Wuyi shook his head.
"I didn't."
"All I can tell you is to practice every movement of <Basic Body Tempering Method> to the extreme, to perfectly coordinate every breath with the operation of Blood and Qi, and to treat every actual battle as a life and death fight."
"If one time is not enough, then ten times; if ten times is not enough, then one hundred times; if one hundred times is not enough, then one thousand times."
He looked into the young eyes in the audience.
"I know it's hard, tiring, and boring. I once thought about giving up and asked myself if it was worth it to work so hard."
"But every time I break through a bottleneck, every time I master a new martial arts, every time I stand on a higher platform and see a broader scenery, I know that it is all worth it."
Xu Wuyi clenched his fists.
"We people have no background, no resources, and no family inheritance. The only thing we have is a passion for being unwilling to be ordinary, and a body that can still fight hard."
"So" 7
His voice suddenly rose.
"We have nothing but hard work, so we can only work harder!"
After the words fell, the auditorium was silent for two seconds, and then thunderous applause broke out.
Many students' eyes were red and they clapped vigorously.
Those words touched the truest place in their hearts.
Anxious and confused, but unwilling to give up.
The following Q&A session was very lively.
Students asked many practical questions: How to balance cultural classes and martial arts classes? What to do if you encounter a bottleneck? How to choose martial arts that suits you? What are the practical skills of College Entrance Examination?
Xu Wuyi answered one by one, simple and practical, no empty theories, all based on his own practical experience.
The sharing session lasted for two and a half hours. At the end, the students gathered around him and asked questions for a long time.
Wang Wenhai and Principal Zhang stood watching from a distance, with happy smiles on their faces.
"This child has really grown up." Principal Zhang said with emotion.
"He has always known what he wants." Wang Wenhai said, "This is the most rare thing."
Saturday, a rare family day.
Father Xu Mother Xu don't have to go to work, the family of three stays at home all day.
In the morning, Xu Wuyi played a few games of chess with his father.
This was their father and son's entertainment since childhood.
Father Xu's chess skills are average, but every step he takes is carefully considered, just like his attitude towards life.
"Did you encounter any difficulties at school?" Father Xu paused and asked casually.
Xu Wuyi knows what his father wants to ask, "Everything is okay. There will be competition among classmates, but most of the time it is healthy competition. The teachers are also very responsible."
"That's good." Father Xu nodded, "Be careful about everything when you go out, but don't think too badly of others."
"I know."
At noon, Mother Xu cooked a table of home-cooked meals, which was richer than usual, but not as extravagant as the day Xu Wuyi first came back.
The family chatted about trivial matters while eating. The neighbor's dog gave birth to puppies, the community needs to be renovated and greened, and Father Xu has a new collar from the unit. It's dull, but true.
In the afternoon, Xu Wuyi was practicing in his room, and Father Xu Mother Xu was watching TV in the living room, with the sound turned down very low to avoid disturbing him.
In the evening, Xu Wuyi finished his practice and walked out of the room. He saw his mother watering the flowers on the balcony and his father reading the newspaper on the sofa.
That has been a habit he has persisted for many years. Even with electronic news now available, he still likes the feel of paper newspapers.
The setting sun shines in through the windows, dyeing everything golden.
Xu Wuyi leaned against the door frame, watching this scene, and felt a sense of calm happiness in his heart.
This is home.
No matter what he has experienced outside or what achievements he has made, when he returns home, he will always be his parents' son and a member of this ordinary family.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Mother Xu looked back and saw him and asked with a smile.
"Anything is fine, I like to eat whatever mom makes."
"Then make your favorite braised pork ribs and stir-fry two green vegetables."
After dinner, the family sat on the sofa and watched TV. It was a martial arts competition program.
The host was explaining a college league game, and two young Martial Artist were playing fiercely on the screen.
"These kids are really amazing." Mother Xu sighed.
"A-Yi has also been on TV." Father Xu said.
Xu Wuyi smiled and said nothing.
He knew that what his parents said was "Federal Youth Martial Arts Tournament" and his performance was almost completely broadcast.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, Xu Wuyi finished washing and was about to go back to the room for evening visualization practice when the communicator on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
He glanced down and saw an emergency message notification - a mass alert from the Dongjiang Province Martial Arts Department.
Click on the message, and lines of text pop up:
[Emergency notice: At the junction of Honghe City and Yingang City, in the area of 118.76 degrees east longitude and 31.05 degrees north latitude, small Star Realm Rift fluctuations were detected. Estimated crack level: Level 2 (controllable).]
[We are now summoning all Life Energy Level Martial Artist who are level 26 or above, or have registered martial arts masters near this area, to assist in the blockade and clean-up work.]
[Nature of the task: voluntary assistance, Federation meritorious reward will be given based on actual contribution.]
[Martial Artist who meet the requirements are asked to report to the Honghe City Martial Arts Department within two hours to assemble.]
Star Realm Rift?
Xu Wuyi pupils shrink.
He learned relevant knowledge in the course of Star Martial University.
Star Realm Rift, as a temporary channel connecting the real world and alien space, various alien creatures will emerge.
According to the size and stability of the crack, it is divided into five levels, with level one being the weakest and level five being the strongest.
Level 2 Rift is moderately dangerous and usually requires at least ten martial artists to lead a team and more than a hundred high-level Martial Artist to work together to control it.