Chapter 380 Rescue
"Xiaolong! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Little dragon!"

What you fear is what will come to you. When Bruce Lee said he wanted to compete with Wang Deming, Li Zhongchen and Lin Yanni spoke out at the same time to stop him.

Unfortunately, in Bruce Lee's eyes, there was no one else except Wang Deming. His eyes were burning and his fighting spirit was soaring.

"Haha." Wang Deming smiled and waved to Li Zhongchen and Lin Yanni, signaling them not to be nervous.

He slowly opened his mouth and asked, "Xiaolong, you are obsessed with martial arts, so let me ask you, what do you think martial arts is?"

Bruce Lee raised his mouth corners in a big arc, clenched his right fist and held it at eye level, and said in a firm tone: "Martial arts is not only a physical exercise, but also a spiritual practice."

"The intention comes before the fist. When the intention arrives, the fist arrives."

"The body and mind must be unified and perfect!"

“Pa pa!” Wang Deming clapped his hands with a light laugh, but shook his head. “My understanding is a little different from yours.”

"You are talking about pure martial arts. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am actually a pretty good Chinese medicine doctor."

Li Hanxiang and the others were stunned when this was said. Zhang Shouchun smiled and added: "What Deming said is right. When we were in the mainland, Deming was a very good Chinese medicine doctor."

"It's not a fake."

"So the Mingde Pharmacy in Hong Kong is our family's first business."

"Ah!" They really didn't expect that there are dozens of Mingde Pharmacy chain stores in Hong Kong, which are actually businesses under Wang Deming.

The stock market has been very hot recently. One of their friends once said in a casual chat that if Mingde Pharmacy were to go public, it would be worth at least several hundred million Hong Kong dollars.

With Zhang Shouchun's explanation in the voice-over, Bruce Lee, who was about to refute, held back and wanted to listen to what Wang Deming wanted to say.

"During the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, our country's martial arts developed very quickly. Xingyi, Bagua, Taiji, Baji and other styles of boxing really became popular."

"Chinese Martial Arts Hall." Bruce Lee blurted out immediately. He learned Wing Chun and was very familiar with that period of history.

During that period, Chinese martial artists put aside their own prejudices, exchanged ideas with each other, and practicing martial arts for the revitalization of China was the most common slogan shouted during those years.

Moreover, many people died in the competitions between them.

"Yes." Wang Deming nodded and continued to explain: "So during this period, many Taoist or Buddhist concepts were mixed into our Chinese martial arts, such as growing golden lotus in fire, the five elements and eight trigrams, etc. The boxing manuals written out became more and more lofty, mysterious, and less and less practical."

“But in terms of application, there is only one purpose.”

"Defeat the enemy."

"That's right. But there are also good things about it. That is, after integrating some Buddhist and Taoist concepts, it improves the understanding of the human body. It is the integration of nourishment and training." After saying this, Wang Deming looked at Bruce Lee's face seriously.

Suddenly he asked, "Xiaolong, don't you realize that your body has been hollowed out by your training?"

"So, sometimes you can't control your temper."

"I often suffer from insomnia at night."

"Sometimes you may even feel that your feet are soft as if you were stepping on cotton." "What?" Bruce Lee's face suddenly changed when these words came out.

He knows his body well. The daily high-intensity training makes his punching and kicking speed far beyond that of ordinary people.

In particular, he has a bit of a limp, so the sway he makes when he walks is greater than that of others. In addition, he is actually nearsighted.
However, these physical shortcomings and defects have not affected his status as a top martial arts master.

This is not a self-proclaimed title by him, but a unanimous praise from his colleagues in the industry in America, regardless of race or skin color.

So, even though he is a Chinese, some people in Hollywood, America, asked him to star in movies, but he was not the protagonist.

But only he himself knew that he had been taking various nutritional supplements and vitamins. He always thought that his insomnia, occasional trance and bad temper at night were because he did not get enough rest.
Mr. Wang opposite me had only met me for half a day, but he was able to diagnose my symptoms clearly just by looking at my face.

His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and asked solemnly: "Mr. Wang, please give me some advice."

"Well." Wang Deming nodded with satisfaction. Everyone has his own destiny. Although Bruce Lee was his idol in his previous life, it would be useless if the person did not believe in Chinese medicine at all.

There is a saying in traditional Chinese medicine: Those who do not believe in it will not be treated.

"I know that you mainly practiced a small style of boxing when you were a child: Wing Chun. Do you know that China has the Five Animals Exercises and Eight Section Brocade that have been passed down for hundreds of years? Have you learned about them before?"

Bruce Lee on the other side nodded and shook his head slowly, "Mr. Wang, I think traditional Chinese martial arts are just fancy stuff. So."

"I see. Actually, what you said is not wrong." Wang Deming signaled him not to be embarrassed and took the initiative to explain it to other people at the table.

"Too many messy things have been added to martial arts by later generations. When Yu Dayou, a top military commander in the Ming Dynasty, passed by Shaolin Temple, he commented that the true tradition had been lost, so he brought a group of Shaolin monks to participate in the suppression of the Japanese pirates."

"Qi Jiguang of the Ming Dynasty also said that once you have acquired a skill, you must test your enemy."

"Martial arts are originally techniques for killing enemies on the battlefield, but they have been randomly added to by later generations, and many of them have lost their true meaning. However, Xiaolong, Ba Duan Jin and Wu Qin Xi do not have these techniques. They are guiding techniques passed down from Taoism. Although they cannot make one immortal, they are still effective in regulating the five internal organs and replenishing qi and blood."

"You mean I have to practice these two types of, uh, guiding techniques later?"

"Well, of course it's not just this practice, it must be a two-pronged approach. Have you heard of the Four Substance Soup Beverage Factory in Hong Kong?"

"Siwu Soup Drink? What is that?" Almost no one present had heard of it.

Zhang Shouchun helped explain: "It replenishes the body's qi and blood. The beverage factory in Hong Kong is limited by the supply of Chinese herbal medicines from the mainland. Now it can only barely supply France. It is not sold in Hong Kong. It is only supplied to the Governor every day. It is normal that you have not heard of it."

"Ah?" This news surprised everyone at the table again. It turned out to be a drink specially supplied to the Governor of Hong Kong!

Then everyone looked at Zhang Shouchun with a hint of heat in their eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. To take care of your health, you'd better let De Ming check your pulse and take good care of you. Since it's a drink, its effect will definitely not be as good as a special prescription."

"Siwu Decoction and Sishen Decoction. Both are very good for your current health. I will take your pulse later and prescribe two prescriptions for you. Take them for a while to see the effect. I will change the prescription at any time later."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wang." Li Zhongchen was the first to speak on behalf of Bruce Lee to express his gratitude.

(End of this chapter)