After accidentally obtaining fragments of the foundation of civilization, Ning Yi became the creator of a martial arts world. His mission was to guide this world ever farther along the path of martial arts civilization... But the world never seemed to go according to plan.
"What is inner energy? It's the energy that flows through the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary vessels. You know what meridians are, right? ...What? The village doctor says that's unscientific? You're going to lecture me about science?"
"Yes, you can cultivate martial arts through music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Buddhists, Confucians, Daoists, and laypeople can all practice martial arts, and even the emperor has his own unique techniques. Anything can become part of the martial path... You want to know if there's a martial art for sleeping? There really is. There's sleeping alone and sleeping together. Those who know, know."
"Martial arts aren't just techniques for killing. Training can also make you live forever! Don't go, everyone. Believe me, just practice for four shichen every day, and in a hundred years you'll definitely live to be three hundred. When you think about it, that's an extra hundred years you've earned, isn't it?"
Thousands of years later, martial arts flourished. Ning Yi looked at his disciples, deeply gratified.
One disciple grinned. "Master, can loving someone count as a martial art?"
Another disciple blushed. "Master, should a sword be true to its wielder, or true to the heart?"
A third disciple lowered his head in dismay. "Master, what martial art can make these two lumps on my chest a little bigger?"
