Seeing the confusion on the three faces, Lin Xi began to explain, "Or rather, this isn’t a problem with the Fist Skill itself."
"It’s a problem with you, Uncle Mu."
"Why is it my dad again, what on earth are you....." Mu Rou really couldn’t hold it in anymore and wanted to snap back.
But as soon as she spoke, she was glared at by Uncle Mu again.
That look was a warning.
If you interrupt one more time, get out immediately.
Mu Rou had no choice but to give up, her face showing a very aggrieved expression.
But Uncle Mu simply couldn’t be bothered with her.
Even Mu Chen didn’t say anything.
This younger sister of his, he felt, was still a bit too impatient.
Can’t you just patiently listen until he’s finished?
If you have questions then, just ask.
Besides, even if their old man was getting on in years, did that make him senile?
Of course, maybe he was a bit muddle-headed.
Otherwise, why would he treat this young man so well?
That was what he couldn’t figure out!
"My problem?" After glaring at his daughter, Uncle Mu turned to ask Lin Xi.
Lin Xi nodded and continued,
"This Fist Skill isn’t something just anyone can practice."
"If someone is going to practice it, they need an extremely good physical constitution."
At this point he paused, looked at the old man and asked, "Compared to now, back when you were young, your body must have been in excellent shape, Uncle Mu!"
Uncle Mu nodded, "Back then, I really was in great shape, I could take cold showers even in winter!"
"But even that wasn’t quite enough," Lin Xi said. He then asked Uncle Mu again, "You mentioned that expert; he also had you take some sort of pills, didn’t he?"
At that, Uncle Mu was utterly shocked.
But his son and daughter both showed puzzled expressions.
Mm, Uncle Mu had never told his children about this.
In other words, only he and that expert knew about it.
As for whether the expert would tell anyone else—
He figured he wouldn’t, because for that expert, it seemed to be just a small favor.
For example, with his financial situation, if he gave a beggar a hundred yuan, would he go around publicizing it?
Obviously, he wouldn’t.
"So your physical condition back then was far better than that of ordinary people who trained,"
"Mm, at that time."
"And it was also around then that he taught you this set of Fist Skill."
Uncle Mu nodded; that was exactly how it had happened.
Now, he admired Lin Xi even more from the bottom of his heart.
And he was even more curious about what Lin Xi was going to say next.
Because this wasn’t just a physical issue.
As far as physical problems went, he felt that with modern medical standards, as long as they pinpointed the cause, it could still be treated.
Another thing was, he had been practicing this set of Tai Chi for so many years.
If this really was the cause and he had to stop, he would feel extremely out of sorts.
His son and daughter were now listening even more attentively.
Afraid they might miss a single word.
That way they could later pick out any loopholes or hidden agendas.
"Back then, when you practiced, and even up to your sixties, there basically wasn’t any problem," Lin Xi summarized.
After all, he hadn’t taken the pulse, and so many years had passed; he couldn’t possibly be precise down to which year or which moment.
If he really could, that would be outright divine.
"But as you got older, your physical fitness could no longer keep up with what this Fist Skill requires,"
"So gradually, your body started to suffer some damage, and after a few years it turned into what we see today."
Mu Chen couldn’t help asking at this point, "There are so many old people practicing Tai Chi, why are they fine, but my dad ends up like this?"