Millennium Canwu

At the beginning of the millennium, electronics factory worker Chen Yan was an anomaly. While others were saving money to marry a wife, he was saving money to buy old martial arts books; while others were drinking and playing cards after get off work, he was practicing his moves in front of the mirror. His co-workers laughed at him as he was crazy, and the whole village thought he was stupid. During a chance encounter at the market, he was defrauded of all his savings and the martial arts hall became an empty room. After his reputation was ruined, he fled to his grandfather's house in the countryside, preparing to rot like this for the rest of his life. Grandpa called him. The dry old man who had been farming for fifty years told him under the kerosene lamp: No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't defeat bullets. The older generation will either die or seal their names and hide their names. Grandpa himself was sealed for thirty years. Then grandpa touched his wrist. "Martial Saint Body." Grandpa said. In the past, it was not a rare thing, but now - it is rare. Start with Zama Step. From being scolded to being beaten, from digging the ground during the day to practicing at night, from being stepped on in the mud to standing up again. This is a story about the last bit of authenticity from the old era, passed down to a young man who lives like a waste in the new era.