Chapter 157: Chapter 98: Advancing the Nation to High Martial, Immortal Martial!_4
And he could precisely know himself as the successor of Luwo Fist...
There is no need to question the authenticity of his identity!
"The country needs to requisition the Luwo Fist?!"
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment. What is the country up to? Why even requisition a fist technique like Luwo Fist, which is unheard of nowadays?
Luwo Fist...
Could it be that the country is going to war?
To use this Fist technique to train a secret force specifically to fight the Wokou?
Various thoughts flashed through his mind instantly.
However, in the next instant.
These thoughts were squeezed out by excitement and thrill.
The shopkeeper grabbed the agent’s hands tightly, incredulously asking, "Does the country really want to requisition the Luwo Fist?"
To be requisitioned by the country is equivalent to being recognized and valued by the state.
This is great news for a traditional martial art that’s on the verge of being lost!
And for him personally...
It’s a matter of immense glory for his lineage!
"Yes... yes."
The agent’s expression changed slightly; the shopkeeper’s excited grip was too firm, causing him pain.
The agent extracted his hand with difficulty.
Seeing the shopkeeper’s state, he understood there was no problem, but he still confirmed, "So, are you willing to temporarily hand over the Luwo Fist to the country?"
"I am willing, willing, I am willing!"
The shopkeeper nodded vigorously, the words "I am willing" came more earnestly than when he had said them at his wedding.
"Wait here for a moment, I’ll get the secret manual of Luwo Fist for you."
After speaking, he went straight up to the living area upstairs from the kitchen.
There were clanging sounds heard from upstairs.
A moment later.
He hurriedly ran downstairs, carrying a scroll.
The scroll looked ancient, and the yellow silk had faded to a desert yellow from the erosion of time.
Very thick.
When rolled up, its diameter was about ten centimeters.
"This is the original secret manual of the Luwo Fist, it not only contains every move and stance of the Luwo Fist, but also the insights and improvements from its successors over generations."
The shopkeeper walked up to the agent, his expression solemn and serious as he handed the scroll to him, saying in a deep voice, "Take it."
The agent opened the black briefcase in his hands, then received the scroll with both hands, gently placing it into the case before closing it.
Immediately afterward.
He stood up, took out a check from his pocket, handed it to the shopkeeper, and said, "To thank you for your cooperation, the bureau has approved ten thousand yuan as a token of gratitude. In addition, you will receive an honorary certificate in a few days to acknowledge your support for the country."
"This cannot be, this cannot be."
Facing the ten thousand yuan check, the shopkeeper did not hesitate at all. He quickly waved his hand and refused, saying, "I can accept the honorary certificate, but there is no need for the remuneration. Making a contribution to the country is my honor, how can I accept remuneration?"
"But..."
"There is no but."
The shopkeeper interrupted the agent directly, his attitude firm, "I really cannot take this money, if you insist, then I won’t hand over the Luwo Fist!"
...
Linchuan City.
In the suburbs, there was a courtyard house that looked like an ancient mansion.
At this moment, inside the main room facing the hanging-flower gate.
An elderly man over seventy years old sat upright on a yellow rosewood chair in the center of the hall, energetic, wearing white silk, sipping tea. His every move showed that his arms were muscular and astonishingly large, even thicker than the thighs of some young ladies who prided themselves on being "slim."
His name was Chen Daxia.
Apart from being the head of this family.
This family was no ordinary family, but a lineage of traditional martial arts!
"Ho!"
"Ha!"
"..."
Loud shouts full of energy continued to come from the inner yard.
Watching the juniors practicing in the inner yard, Chen Daxia nodded in satisfaction.
And at that moment.
A middle-aged man in black silk led a man in a black professional suit, bypassed the inner yard, and quickly walked into the main room, coming to his side.
"Dad."
The middle-aged man greeted softly, then gestured to the man behind him and said in a low voice, "This is an agent from the Bureau of Safety, he has come to see you and says he has something to discuss."
Before the words fell.
The agent had already shown his credentials.
Chen Daxia glanced at them and looked no more.
His son was meticulous in handling affairs, since he’d brought this person to him and acknowledged his identity, it meant he’d already done the necessary checks.
The Bureau of Safety wanted to discuss something?
What could it be?
What affairs of his could interest the Bureau of Safety?
Inwardly, Chen Daxia was confused, he waved his hand, signaling his son to step back, then smiled, "This agent, what do you want to discuss?"
"Mr. Chen, apologies for the intrusion."
The agent greeted politely, then directly stated his purpose, "The country needs to requisition some traditional martial arts, including the Baji Lean, hoping that the Chen family can temporarily hand it over to the country."
The Chen family, being a lineage of traditional martial arts, passed down the Baji Lean.
The origin of Baji Lean dates back to the Tang Dynasty, formed by Martial Arts Scholar Chen Shuo during his battles, after compiling and refining it, creating a close-combat martial art focused on shoulders and arms.
Similar to Luwo Fist...
It was a killing technique!
Due to its straightforward moves but immense lethal power, it did not branch out into various techniques and was not accepted by the public, thus it faded from common sight.
Surviving only...
In the family’s internal inheritance.
"The country needs my family’s Baji Lean?"
Chen Daxia’s demeanor changed suddenly, full of gravity and oppression, he said seriously, "Is the nation in peril? Let alone Baji Lean, my whole family can pledge our lives for the country and fight to the death!"
"Mr. Chen’s patriotism is truly admirable."
The agent sincerely marveled, then said, "However, I don’t know the specific situation either. I am just following orders to requisition the Baji Lean."
"Alright."
Chen Daxia slowly got up, then walked behind the screen wall in the hall. Soon, he returned with a wooden box in his arms.
"Take it."
Chen Daxia handed the wooden box to the agent, saying solemnly, "Inside is the true writing of our ancestor, Chen Shuo, recording everything about Baji Collapse."
Having said that, he added seriously, "Also, be sure to convey my previous statement, if needed, the Chen family can give our all for the nation!"
...
Similar situations occurred nationwide.
The existing circles of true traditional martial arts also have their own networks.
This matter quickly spread within those circles.
To be requisitioned by the country...
It signifies national recognition of a martial art!
It’s an honor!
In these circles, it is worth being proud and honored!
For a time, inheritors of traditional martial arts who had not yet been visited were all preparing their martial arts manuals, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Bureau of Safety agents.
Some even...
Worried that the country might not favor their martial art, were already inquiring about channels, preparing to proactively hand them over!
With the full support of the Bureau of Safety.
This action to requisition traditional martial arts took only three days, basically gathering all traditional martial arts in the Great Xia that met Lin Beichen’s requirements.
Lin Beichen was still unaware of this matter; at this moment, he was alone in the gym at the school practicing the Shaolin Twelve-Legged Spring Kicks.
"The leg technique has reached its limit."
After practicing the Shaolin Twelve-Legged Spring Kicks several times without feeling any further changes in his legs, no matter how slight, Lin Beichen understood what was happening.
"It’s time to train in other traditional martial arts to strengthen other parts of the body."
"I wonder..."
"How is the situation at the Bureau of Safety?"
He didn’t like waiting this ignorantly.
Just as he was about to inquire from Song Xiangdong.
Suddenly!
The gym’s door was pushed open.
Two agents walked in, each carrying a large briefcase in either hand.
"This...?"
Beichen’s eyes lit up instantly; he guessed immediately that these were the collected martial arts manuals?
And in the next instant.
His guess was confirmed.
"Lin Beichen..."
"What you asked for has been delivered."