Lei Ming watched the people practicing and asked the national prince.
They were all doing horse stances and practicing moves he couldn't understand.
Lei Ming naturally couldn't understand them. Besides recognizing Tai Chi, he knew nothing else. However, he found it quite baffling that Master Ma wasn't practicing his familiar Tai Chi.
Wasn't Master Ma a Tai Chi master? He could easily take on two children at once.
A few years ago, to showcase his superb Tai Chi skills, Master Ma had even specially invited a group of martial arts stars to film a movie with him. It was truly a display of his power, "Punching the Southern Mountain Nursing Home, Kicking the Northern Kindergarten."
Master Ma's motto was: "In this world, all martial arts are invincible with money."
Everyone was practicing the strengthening exercises taught by Young Master Xia. According to Dula Bide, if they completely mastered this set of skills, even the boxing champion Tyson would be defeated. The national prince explained.
Dula Bide was bragging a bit. Could our small arms and legs really defeat boxing champion Tyson? Lei Ming clearly didn't believe it.
It wasn't that he didn't believe Xia Feng's skills could strengthen the body, but rather that he didn't believe Dula Bide's tall tales.
Foreigners loved to exaggerate. It was likely that Dula Bide was just blowing smoke.
"Master Ma, Mr. Ma, Old Wang," Lei Ming greeted as he approached.
"Oh, you're here, Mr. Lei," Jack Ma said with a smile as he turned to look at Lei Ming.
"Young Master Xia invited me for dinner. This is a momentous occasion, how could I not come?" Lei Ming began to boast before even seeing Xia Feng.
"Mr. Lei, you've changed. You've become as glib as Master Ma," Old Wang said, looking at Lei Ming.
"Old Wang, what are you saying? Don't let his honest appearance fool you, he's actually very cunning," Jack Ma said with a smile.
"Indeed, to be so successful, doesn't one need some skill?"
"In this era, can honest people make a lot of money?"
"Wake up, 'honest person' has become a derogatory term."
"Before, calling someone honest and virtuous was a compliment, a positive term."
"Now, calling someone honest is like calling them an idiot."
"Honest people are just fall guys. I don't know when honest people dug up your ancestral graves or ate your rice, to be spoken of so miserably."
"Heh heh," Lei Ming showed his signature smile.
They were all acquaintances, so Lei Ming couldn't really argue. Moreover, these people were his benefactors, and he would still rely on them in the future.
After a while, Xia Feng emerged from the villa with Xia Lin.
Seeing them, Lei Ming quickly went forward and respectfully said, "Young Master Xia, Lin'er."
"Mr. Lei, you're here. Try Master Ma's cooking at noon," Xia Feng said with a smile.
"Uncle Lei," Xia Lin and Qin Wen, who was beside her, called out.
Lei Ming nodded, then said to Xia Feng, "Young Master Xia, thank you very much for the invitation. Feel free to ask anytime if you need my help."
"Good, no need to be polite," Xia Feng nodded.
Then Xia Feng looked at Jack Ma and the others and asked, "How are the moves I taught you recently?"
"Young Master Xia, I haven't noticed any difference," Jack Ma said first.
He had the most right to speak among these people, as Jack Ma was passionate about martial arts.
Xia Feng smiled and said, "It's only been a few days. I heard from them that you also practiced martial arts and have considerable research into Tai Chi?"
"Yes, I've loved martial arts since I was young, so I've done some research in this area," Jack Ma replied.
"Then what do you think is the difference between the moves I taught you and Tai Chi?" Xia Feng asked Jack Ma.
"Uh... I can't tell. They feel similar, just the postures are different," Jack Ma said truthfully, not daring to conceal anything.
He wouldn't dare to fabricate something to deceive Xia Feng.
"Let me put it this way: in fact, every martial art has its reason for existence. It depends on whether you grasp its essence. Take the Tai Chi you practice, for example. What you've encountered is merely the decorative stances for strengthening the body, not the true Tai Chi. True Tai Chi is very lethal and not as gentle as you see it."
"What I've taught you is the same. It's only for strengthening the body, after all, you've all missed the best period for cultivation."
Xia Feng explained to everyone.
The crowd nodded, understanding yet not quite understanding. Everyone naturally knew that martial arts were most effective when practiced from a young age.
Although there was some regret, there was nothing they could do.
"What do you think of Old Peter?" Xia Feng then pointed at Old Peter and asked.
"Although Duke Peter is older than us, his physical condition is excellent. It must be due to practicing martial arts, right?" Old Wang asked, looking at Dula Bide.
Dula Bide looked like an old man, yet this old man seemed to have an endless supply of energy and was never seen to be tired.
"On the surface, there's nothing wrong," Xia Feng said.
"Young Master Xia, do you mean Duke Peter is all show and no substance, just a decorative stance?" Jiang Quanshui asked, somewhat confused.
Dula Bide: .....
"No, quite the opposite. All the martial arts masters you know, put together, couldn't defeat Old Peter."
Xia Feng wasn't belittling others; it was a matter of different levels.
Dula Bide is a cultivator. What's on the market now are just decorative martial arts stances. How could they compare to Dula Bide?
Everyone gasped, shocked by the old man's ferocity.
"Young Master Xia, I once heard a master say that there exists another kind of human in this world. They are all cultivators. I don't know if you, Young Master Xia, are of this kind?"
Jack Ma, after much thought, finally asked the question that had been lingering in his heart.
Jack Ma's words resonated with everyone.
In fact, they weren't foolish. If Xia Feng didn't have a special identity, the higher-ups wouldn't have shown him such respect.
The attitude of the higher-ups towards Xia Feng wasn't just regard, but genuine respect, treating him as someone on a different level.
These people were all very sharp. It was just that no one had asked the question openly.
Since the topic of conversation had come up today, Jack Ma finally voiced it.
Even if Xia Feng claimed to be an immortal, they would believe it. Only such an identity could be worthy of Xia Feng as he was now.
Xia Feng smiled upon hearing this, not surprised at all that they would ask this question.
They had been together for so long. If they still couldn't guess, they would truly be fools.
Among the group, only Lei Ming was a bit bewildered.
Everyone else had a clear understanding in their hearts.
"I am not a cultivator, but Dula Bide is. His identity is somewhat special, so I won't elaborate. You just need to know that he is a cultivator," Xia Feng said with a smile.
"Young Master Xia, you're not a cultivator?" Jack Ma exclaimed, his eyes widening.
"Xia Feng isn't a cultivator either?"
Then why did Dula Bide, a cultivator, shamelessly call Xia Feng "Master"?
What was the reason behind this?