The Kung Fu performed ignited the crowd

"Reclining like a bow, standing like a pine tree—!" As she began to speak, she realized she had deviated from her original plan. Putting down the fan in her hand, she gazed, gathered her energy, and at that moment, she found that the barriers of time and distant worlds in her heart were suddenly shattered. This was her home, the love she had sought under the protection of her parents' souls.

Steady as a bell, walking like a gust of wind

Southern fists and northern legs, Shaolin Tai Chi skills

Tai Chi Baguazhang, the divine skills of HuaXia.

Sweeping the staff across a large area, picking a line with the spear

Light as a swallow in the clouds, our ambition soaring

External training strengthens the muscles and skin, internal training strengthens the breath

Balancing strength and flexibility without bowing down, our hearts encompass heaven and earth

With the Qingfeng Sword in hand, the double blades follow suit

When a master displays his skills, he knows whether he has it or not

The hands are two gates, the feet are one root

The land nurtures us, the soul of Chinese martial arts

A dragon in the east, children like heroes

Under the vast sky, there is a divine skill in China

There is a divine skill in HuaXia.

Xiangbei sang repeatedly, the VCR of Mr. Tu had been used for morning exercises and practice since her kindergarten days, and her movements were skilled and precise. After singing twice, Chengmo and Qiao Er began to play the flute and the zither. Most of the people present were martial arts enthusiasts. Sinan and Jia Wei couldn't help but join Xiangbei in singing and performing. Except for a few elders who returned with tears in their eyes to rest, everyone else joined in, and even when the song stopped, the crowd's passion could not be extinguished. The game of passing the flower turned into a demonstration of martial arts from the north and south, with people practicing their skills until the moon set and the stars hid.

Because Zhang Daozu was born several hundred years later in history, not to mention the appearance of Yunmeng and Xiangbei at this turning point, it's uncertain if there will even be the Wudang sect. So, singing about HuaXia kung fu, except for changing Wudang skills to Tai Chi skills, Xiangbei sang without any pressure. As a descendant of the HuaXia nation, regardless of the passage of time and changes in history, love for HuaXia remains constant, doesn't it? There was no moment more firm for Xiangbei than now. She came, brought by the technological momentum of this era, which should be the true meaning of fate.

During this night spent in contemplation, Xiangbei officially formulated plans and drawings for the mathematics, management, and craftsmanship courses she planned to promote, as well as several things that needed to be done in the village. Since the construction of the Dongbin Wharf had begun, let's start presenting a new area of rapid prosperity from here on.

"Miss Bei, good morning." The first person she met when she went downstairs was not the big fool one, oh no, it was Shang Xie Rongzhi, or rather, "Prince Rong." Xiangbei had guessed early on that he must be a young master from a prestigious family, but she hadn't expected him to be so noble. Truly worthy of the law of transmigration, this character's appearance was either rich or noble. Xiangbei chuckled inwardly.

Today, it was Tong Hu who stood here, holding a few sheets of paper that were crumpled almost like pickled vegetables, his face flushed red, nervously greeting her.

"Brother Hu Ge, can't you call me Xiangbei as you used to? Why do you seem so distant now? If I've done something wrong, please tell me in detail, and I'll change it one by one."

"No, no, you're fine everywhere, I, I…" Tong Hu was so flustered that he started to stutter and couldn't explain himself. Finally, he gathered his courage and said, "I'll just keep calling you Xiangbei."

"That's right, we've been together since birth, don't you know me well?" Xiangbei casually took the sheets of paper, no, the rice paper, from him.

"It's precisely because I know you well that I feel you've changed too much," Tong Hu thought to himself. He didn't know when it started, but in his heart and eyes, there was only a girl named Tong Xiangbei. Every frown and smile of hers had been etched in his mind thousands of times.

But recently, this girl seemed to have suddenly grown up, to the point where he didn't quite recognize her, yet she seemed familiar in some way. He couldn't explain why, but instinctively, he didn't dare to be as casual and affectionate in front of her as before.

The girl standing before him now was warm and charming, but she exuded a noble confidence from the inside out, making him want to get closer, but more so, to admire and follow.

"Brother Hu Ge, this plan is based on the work list I made. Your calligraphy is really nice."