Chapter 1070 1170. Mutual Calculation
There were sixty or seventy people in the hall, both men and women, but the proportion of men was higher, accounting for about three quarters.
These people looked quite old, the youngest should be in his forties, and the oldest was even in his seventies or eighties, but everyone looked energetic, even the elderly were full of energy, sitting there with their backs straight, like bells and pine trees.
If Nie Wei was present, he would be surprised to find that he knew most of these people.
When Nie Wei accompanied Wang Jiawei to collect materials, he almost traveled all over China, his footprints were all over the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, and he visited hundreds of martial arts masters. The people Nie Wei was familiar with were basically those he knew at that time.
"Old Liu, it's not good for us to force Xiao Nie like this." Holding the mobile phone, an old man with white hair and a youthful face like an immortal, wearing a Taoist robe, said to an old man beside him with a slightly blushing face.
"Master Wang, there is nothing I can do." Old Liu smiled bitterly and replied, "If I were 30 again, I would never force Mr. Nie, but I am 76 after all. And those present here, the younger ones have not learned their skills well, and the capable ones are old. The young are afraid of the strong."
Master Wang was speechless, smiled bitterly, and stopped talking.
The young are afraid of the strong, this is a famous saying in the Chinese martial arts. When people get older, their qi and blood will decline, their muscles will atrophy, and their strength, speed, and reaction will decline. The people in martial arts novels who get older and more powerful are almost impossible to exist in reality.
Normal warriors will start to go downhill after the age of 40. Even if they practice internal martial arts and focus on health preservation, they will be powerless to go to the ring when they reach a certain age. Therefore, there are many martial arts masters present here, but they have only realms, and their strength has long been one in a hundred. They are okay against ordinary people, but they are just sending food to the world's top fighters like McGregor.
So if they really want to fight in the ring, they should give it to the young people.
When Xiaodong attacked Chinese Kung Fu in China, these people had not thought of Nie Wei, but as the news of McGregor's challenge to Nie Wei spread back to China, they finally saw the hope of helping Kung Fu to redeem its previous shame.
Needless to say, Nie Wei's strength is a young master. Born in 1984, he is exactly 29 years old this year. He is in his prime, the golden age for a martial artist. His physical fitness has reached its peak and his psychological quality has become mature and stable.
They are also relieved to let Nie Wei go to the ring.
The only thing they need to take into account is Nie Wei's refusal. Originally, they expected Nie Wei to agree to it himself, but after paying attention for a long time, Nie Wei did not respond to McGregor's provocations, so they became anxious.
This group of old people almost put all their hopes of saving Kung Fu on Nie Wei, thinking that he is the most capable person to prove that Kung Fu can fight. As long as Nie Wei defeats McGregor, the world-recognized top fighter, then it will naturally prove that Kung Fu's actual combat ability is beyond doubt.
So seeing that Nie Wei had no intention of agreeing, several of the old seniors thought of a way.
That is to use favors to coerce Nie Wei.
In life, the most expensive word is nothing more than "affection".
Like the love of parents, no matter how much money you make, you can never repay it in your whole life. Friendship, love, and favors are the same.
It was because of the guidance of these masters that Nie Wei was able to adopt the strengths of hundreds of schools and finally found his own way to become a master.
, so he owed these people some favors, and these old people hoped to use these favors to force Nie Wei to go on stage.
So this group of people contacted everywhere, and today's gathering was held.
On the other side, Nie Wei hung up another phone call, with a trace of fatigue and helplessness in his expression, because it was difficult to repay favors.
If it was just a request from a senior, Nie Wei could have easily refused, but since just now, Nie Wei has received nearly 20 calls. In each call, an old man who had once taught him sincerely and even humbly asked Nie Wei to fight McGregor.
Nie Wei knew that this group of seniors was using favors to coerce him to stand on the ring.
One call after another, Nie Wei unknowingly received more than ten calls, his expression was always calm, until a familiar number called, Nie Wei frowned for the first time.
"Mr. Cheng, are you also here to persuade me to fight McGregor?" Nie Wei asked for the first time when the call was connected.
"Nie Wei, I'm calling you to tell you not to listen to those old bastards!" The old man Cheng angrily scolded on the phone: "Those bastards who have no sons dare not go to the ring, so they ask a young man like you to rush forward. Nie Wei, just pretend you didn't hear what they said, I will deal with those old guys!"
The words of the old man Cheng made Nie Wei's originally slightly cold eyes flash with a hint of warmth.
"Old man, don't be angry..."
"How can I not be angry? That bastard Wang Tiezhou actually called me and instigated me to go to the ring with you. But it's a good thing that he called me, otherwise I wouldn't know that group of old guys actually forced you like this behind your back. What kind of human feelings are there with these people? They are just harming you."
"They keep telling me that they are doing it for kung fu and to protect the traditional Chinese culture. Bullshit! These selfish guys are just doing it for themselves. They are a group of selfish bastards. If kung fu is gone, they will be gone too. Their jobs will be smashed at that time. But why should they need you, an irrelevant young man, to help protect their jobs?"
"Xiao Nie, listen to grandpa and just concentrate on making movies. As for the ring, whoever you love will go. As for if they call you again, just ask them to call me. You are too embarrassed to refuse them. I’ll come, I’m pretty thick-skinned anyway, I’ll take care of your favors.”
At this point, Nie Wei heard Mr. Cheng sigh and say in a sad tone: "Nie Wei, the decline of kung fu is because each family cherishes their own skills, and it is the survival of the times. These are not the victories of a battle. What can be reversed, the rise and fall of kung fu should not fall on the shoulders of a child like you, making you bear the mistakes of the older generation like us."
Nie Wei's expression flashed with emotion, and he could tell that this was what Mr. Cheng was thinking.
As Mr. Cheng said, kung fu is in decline. On the one hand, hot weapons are gradually replacing cold weapons. No matter how high the kung fu is, you can be knocked down with one shot. This makes many people think that practicing martial arts has become meaningless.
What's more important is that each sect cherishes its own secrets.
For thousands of years, China's many brilliant cultures have been cut off because of these "four words".
Although Mr. Cheng said it clearly, the deep sadness in his words clearly made him feel uncomfortable. Sometimes it is difficult to be confused about some things, and the more understanding people are, the more likely they are to get hurt.
"Old man, you are a sensible person. You said that it was selfish of those people to coerce me, but if I back down at this time, wouldn't it be also selfish? So for this fight, I have thought about it. I will stand on the ring and help Kung Fu become famous. !”
"Nie Wei!!!" Mr. Cheng shouted anxiously, trying to stop Nie Wei from talking, but he was interrupted by Nie Wei as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Listen to me first. It's okay to let me get into the ring, but I have a request. I hope you can convey it to those people for me. Only if they agree to my conditions will I be willing to fight McGregor."
"My conditions are very simple. I want their inheritance, not a simple routine, but a real inheritance!" Nie Wei said his conditions with burning eyes.
Aren't they using the great righteousness of kung fu to coerce themselves, so you're welcome. If you can't carry forward kung fu, just leave it to me.
With this belief, Nie Wei stated this condition, which made Mr. Cheng on the other end of the phone open his mouth in surprise.
When Mr. Cheng heard this condition, his first reaction was that Nie Wei had a huge appetite.
You must know that the so-called inheritance is definitely the core secret of each sect. They all say that thousands of books are falsely passed down, but one sentence is really passed down. But he understood that what Nie Wei wanted was not the thousands of books, but that one sentence.
But after being surprised, Mr. Cheng also began to think about the pros and cons of such a deal for Nie Wei.
"Nie Wei, I know everything about you and the old man. Do you think you can really beat that McGregor?" Mr. Cheng asked immediately. This is the most critical point. If Nie Wei is not sure, then this matter Let's stop here, but if Nie Wei is sure...
Hearing Mr. Cheng's question, Nie Wei smiled confidently and replied: "I told others that I was 60% sure. That is based on the possibility that both parties are fully focused on the battle."
"It's a pity that McGregor obviously looked down upon me. After all, he is a professional player, and I am just an ordinary person on the surface. Maybe in his eyes, I am just a kung fu enthusiast with good physical fitness, like my other professions , director, businessman, actor, no matter what his identity is, it has nothing to do with fighting. This is the reason why he despises me. If he fights me with this mentality, I am 100% sure to defeat him!"
Nie Wei's words were powerful and full of confidence.
If, as he expected, McGregor fought him with contempt, Nie Wei would clearly tell him with his fists what would be the consequences of contempt for a grandmaster.
"Okay, then let's make two preparations." Mr. Cheng thought for a moment and said, "First of all, those old guys will definitely not be willing to hand it over to us easily after they have guarded it all their lives, so if they are unwilling, then you can do it Just reject their request."
"But if they agree, then I will help you out and I will give you all their old tricks. You should prepare for the ring seriously and use your kung fu to teach that arrogant foreigner a lesson."
"Don't worry, Mr. Cheng."
After Nie Wei hung up the phone, he called the staff and told the crew to prepare for filming. Mr. Cheng was there in China, so he could rest assured.
After Mr. Cheng had a phone call with Nie Wei, he immediately called those old guys and told them all of Nie Wei's requirements.
"The lion opens his mouth!"
"You are so young, so unreasonable!"
"Lao Cheng, is it my ears that are bad or your mouth that's full of you? How dare you make such a request?"
As expected by Mr. Cheng, the group was so excited upon hearing Nie Wei's request that they all thought Nie Wei and he were crazy for making such a request.
"Lao Cheng, this is impossible. I don't know why Xiao Nie would make such a request, but you are also a member of the martial arts world. Don't you understand how important the inheritance of each sect is?"
"Of course, if he really wants to learn the Kung Fu of our sect, that's not impossible. As long as he is willing to become a disciple, I will teach him!" Mr. Wu, who first called Nie Wei, replied.
"Old Wu, you have a beautiful idea." Mr. Cheng wanted to spit in Old Wu's face. This guy is still scheming and wants Nie Wei to become his disciple without even looking at himself. Is he worthy?
"Mr. Nie is a master. In ancient times, he was a rampant figure in the martial arts world. He was respected wherever he went. You, Old Wu, are a half-baked person. You want a master to be your disciple. You are dreaming." Old Cheng not only thought in his heart, but also said very impolitely.
Old Wu blushed at what Old Cheng said, but soon he retorted: "I... I didn't say to be my master. I can accept disciples on behalf of my master. My master, Taoist Lingyun, must be qualified."
Old Wu's master, Taoist Lingyun, was a martial arts master in the Republic of China. Although he was not as famous as the masters of the Mysterious Fist, Master Huo, Master Sun, and Mr. Li, the God Gun, he was also respected by many people in the martial arts world at that time. Many people said that Lingyun's martial arts skills had also reached the highest level.
If Old Wu accepted disciples on behalf of his master, he was indeed qualified, but what's the use of just being qualified? Nie Wei would definitely not want to.
"What's the matter? You want to make the horse run fast but not let it eat enough. There is no such a good thing in the world. I'll make it clear. Nie Wei needs your inheritance and research. He needs to make progress in order to have a greater chance of defeating his opponent."
"What Nie Wei wants to do is not what you always say for Chinese culture and Chinese Kung Fu. Why do you shrink your heads when it's your turn to pay? Do you still have shame?"
"Anyway, I'm leaving it here. Think about it. As long as you agree, I will immediately persuade Nie Wei to fight. If you don't agree, then just stay calm and don't call Nie Wei all the time. He can make millions of dollars every minute. Can you afford to delay him?"
After venting his anger, Mr. Cheng felt refreshed and hung up the phone decisively.
But the ruddy face of Mr. Wu who answered the phone on the other side had already turned as dark as ink. The whole person looked like a pufferfish that was holding its breath, as if it would explode in the next second.
The phone was on speakerphone, and everyone at the scene heard clearly what Mr. Cheng said. Everyone understood that the "ball" had been kicked back to them by this old freak Cheng.
At present, everyone was in a dilemma: should they hand over the inheritance or not?
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