Chapter 16 Mountain climbing is like cotton
“The Tai Chi Villa on Qingyang Mountain is actually more like a private club, a place for him to make connections.
Ah, one more thing please remember, if you go there don't cause any trouble there. "Li Xinzhu reminded me specifically.
“Understood, I went there to study. Peace is the most important thing in martial arts.” Wang An smiled.
Early the next morning, he left by car early and rushed to Qingyang Mountain.
Qingyang Mountain is about thirty minutes away, which is not far.
Approaching Qingyang Mountain, looking from a distance, the mountain is covered with trees, including evergreen pine trees all year round, and some leaves have fallen.
The mountains in winter are full of desolation.
The car drove along the winding mountain road into the deep mountains.
Qingyang Mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain. Part of it is open to the public, and part of it is considered a private area and is not open to the public.
Chen Xifeng's Tai Chi Villa is in an area that is not open to outsiders, and you need to register before entering.
The Tai Chi Villa is built on the mountain and is an antique building.
There is a large open space at the foot of the mountain in front of the villa, as big as a football field, with a large Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern in the middle.
Today is not a weekend, but there are more than 20 cars parked in the parking lot, more than half of which are luxury cars.
Climbing up the steps paved with bluestones, a small stream flows in front of the villa. The water is as clear as a jade belt.
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, even if you don’t understand Feng Shui, you can still feel the extraordinary Feng Shui of this villa.
Walking across a stone bridge, Wang An arrived at the gate of Tai Chi Villa.
The wooden door has a plaque hanging on it, with four big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes on it - "Tai Chi Villa". It seems to be the handiwork of a famous artist.
The door opened and Wang An came in. A young man in training uniform was waiting at the door to check and guide him. His attitude was very kind.
Upon entering the door, there is a screen wall with patterns of Tai Chi and Bagua carved on it.
After bypassing the screen wall, there is a large courtyard, paved with bluestones, with a Tai Chi pattern in the middle. It looks like a place where many people practice martial arts, with corridors on both sides.
Wang An followed his guidance and came to a room in the central hall.
The house is not small, it must be one hundred square meters, with windows on two sides and good lighting. There are cushions and chairs on both sides.
When Wang An came in, there were already five people in the room. They looked to be in their forties and well-maintained. They were sitting together and chatting. They had obviously known each other for a long time.
Seeing Wang An come in, they just looked up and continued chatting.
Wang Anzai chose a seat by the window and sat down. Through the window, he could see the red maple leaves that had not yet shed all their leaves outside.
There is a piece of calligraphy hanging on the wall nearby, which is a piece of "Qing Jing Sutra".
After a few minutes, three more people arrived one after another. These people seemed to know each other and greeted each other after meeting.
They saw Wang An sitting nearby and smiled. Someone waved to him as a greeting, and Wang An smiled in response.
You can tell from the way these people dress that they are either rich or noble. The clothes on her body look very high-end.
On the other hand, Wang An's clothes are all discounted products, and his outfit is not worth a pair of pants. He is incompatible with these people. Then several more people came one after another, and when the time came, a total of sixteen people came.
With a creak, the door opened, and a man in training uniform pushed the door open.
Behind him, a man in his forties walked in. He was of medium build, with a ruddy complexion, slender eyebrows, and bright eyes. He looked gentle and elegant, much like a scholar.
Behind this man, Wang An saw an acquaintance, Yang Xianhua.
“Why is he here?”
"Is this Chen Xifeng?" Wang An was slightly startled. This man was different from what he thought.
"There is a new student today, hello." Chen Xifeng glanced at it, then smiled and said hello to Wang An, giving people a very friendly feeling.
“Hello.” Wang An responded.
“The person next to me is an old friend. Everyone knows him. Yang Xianhua is the vice president of our city’s Tai Chi Association.” Chen Xifeng introduced Yang Xianhua.
After chatting for a few words, Chen Xifeng began to teach.
The first thing I will talk about is the breathing method of Tai Chi, and then I will talk about the Tai Chi routines, which are obviously biased towards health preservation.
Wang An couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hearing this. He didn't come here to hear this.
After practicing Tai Chi for a while, Chen Xifeng began to provide single instruction and came to Wang An.
“Teacher Chen, I have a question to ask you.” Wang An’s attitude was very sincere.
“Please speak.” Chen Xifeng said with a smile.
“How to better understand the Thirteen Movements of Tai Chi?”
Chen Xifeng was slightly startled when he heard this, and not only looked at Wang An carefully. It's not just ordinary people who can ask this question.
Several students nearby also looked towards Wang An after hearing this.
“You still need to practice these thirteen postures of Tai Chi diligently and experience them during practice.”
With this answer again, Wang An sighed secretly.
“You can practice push hands more and put your strength into practice.” Chen Xifeng added.
Then he continued teaching. After about thirty minutes, there was a break, and everyone started chatting.
In the second class, the teacher was changed to Yang Xianhua. He taught everyone Tai Chi Push Hands. As usual, he found someone to demonstrate.
Wang An took the initiative to step forward, thinking that he would gain something by fighting with the master.
Yang Xianhua looked at Wang An and felt that this young man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Every time he goes to his martial arts gym, he always comes and goes in a hurry, and he only pays attention to a few students in the martial arts gym. He doesn't recognize most people, and even if he walks by them, he may not recognize them.
Wang An didn’t say hello either, and the two of them shook hands.
Yang Xianhua was thinking while practicing while explaining.
My heart skipped a beat as soon as I put my hand on it.
“I’m afraid this guy is really capable!”
The arms are loose and feel like they have no strength. With a little effort, he was led away by the opponent.
Wang An concentrated his attention and felt the changes in the force on his arm.
fixed-step push,
ˆ Push every step of the way,
Yang Xianhua’s expression gradually became serious.
The opponent's arm is as soft as cotton, but actually there is strength hidden in it, and it will pop out if you are not careful.
“Where did these young people come from? Are they here to cause trouble?”
At that moment, the contemptuous feeling in my heart disappeared immediately. Instead, I was very careful and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
“Don’t capsize in the gutter. The reputation of more than ten years will be ruined here. After all, there are still so many people watching here!”
Wang An didn't think too much. His thoughts were more simple. He just wanted to discuss and exchange ideas and make progress for himself.
(End of this chapter)