Chapter 20: Being beaten until it turned purple
The Tai Chi martial arts gym where Wang An originally learned boxing.
In the curator's office, Yang Xianhua was sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face. Yang Zan stood aside, feeling a little uneasy.
"What's going on? Could it be that he found out about my private relationship with the female trainee? It was all consensual! Or did he find out about me taking kickbacks?"
“Go and find a person for me named Wang An. This is his phone number.”
This guy was embarrassed at Qingyangshan Taiji Villa, and he heard the conversation between the couple. Yang Xianhua became more and more angry as he thought about it, and had to find a way to ask him out for a "chat."
“Wang An?” Yang Zan was stunned, took a piece of paper written by Yang Xianhua, and looked at it carefully.
“Uncle, has he offended you? This man once learned Tai Chi in our martial arts school.”
“What!” Yang Xianhua stood up from his chair.
The face is gloomy and uncertain, very ugly.
“Have you learned boxing here? Why does it look familiar? I was lucky enough to win by a student from my own martial arts school.”
“Since I have learned boxing here, it will be easy. Do you know where he lives?”
“I know, there are records at the martial arts school.”
“Invite him out and have a good chat.”
Hearing Yang Xianhua's tone and looking at his expression, Yang Zan knew it.
“Uncle, when do you think the time is suitable?”
“The sooner the better.”
“Okay, leave this matter to me, don’t worry.” Yang Zan patted his chest and said.
On the road, in the cold wind, Wang An was in a happy mood, humming a little tune and thinking about what to eat for lunch.
Ding ding, the cell phone in my pocket rang. He stopped and looked at an unfamiliar number. He hung up immediately, but not long after leaving, the phone rang again, and it was still the same number.
Wang An thought for a while and answered the phone.
“Hey, how are you?”
“Hello, is this Wang An? I am Xiao Lin, Lin Shan. Let’s practice Tai Chi together. Do you remember?”
“Hello, what’s the matter?” Wang An recalled it, and it seemed that there was indeed such a student, but he didn’t have much interaction with him.
“I would like to invite some of our Tai Chi students to get together. Do you have time?”
“No time, thank you.” Wang An decisively refused, and then hung up the phone.
They are not familiar with each other, so a sudden treat must be a request or a conspiracy.
Let’s not talk about a stranger. Nowadays, if an acquaintance asks Wang An, he may not be able to make a date.
“Hello, hello?” A young man on the other end of the phone heard the busy tone and praised Yang on the side with his cell phone, “He hung up.”
Yang Zan on the side looked gloomy when he heard this.
“Let’s go and go to the place where he rents a house. I don’t believe I can’t stop him.”
On the other side, Wang An pedaled his bicycle and slowly found a restaurant and ordered four dishes, a combination of meat and vegetables. The rice in this restaurant was free.
“It’s free,” Wang And said.
There were not many people in the restaurant. Apart from Wang An, there were two tables with less than ten guests.
“Hey, why is the rice gone? There was half a pot just now? Boss, the rice is gone.” The customer shouted.
“What?” The boss who came out of the back kitchen was startled after hearing this. "No, there aren't many people here. This pot should be enough."
After a while, the boss looked at the rice pot with only a few rice **** left and fell into deep thought.
"Where's the rice?" He subconsciously looked at the guests in the lobby, "These people don't look like they can eat much!"
“Eight bowls?”
“Hmm!” The waiter nodded.
Then Wang An came over with a bowl and filled the rice with the restaurant owner’s shocked eyes.
“Boss, the rice is gone.” Wang An looked at the rice pot and said to the boss beside him.
“Huh?” The boss was stunned.
“Stop being stunned and hurry up and cook?”
“Oh.” The boss nodded dully.
"Forget it, let's just eat these today. I'm eighty percent full, just right." Wang An touched his belly.
After paying the bill, he left the hotel humming a little tune.
“I’ve seen something edible, but never something so edible, and still eighty percent full? Is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?” The boss said, staring at Wang An’s leaving figure.
After lunch, Wang An drove back to his residence.
In the afternoon he did not go to the city, but practiced Wu Qin Xi and brick walking in the courtyard.
For the next few days, he spent a long time in the swimming pool every day, realizing the spiral power in the water.
On a cold day, he would go to the swimming pool as soon as it opened and practice Tai Chi in the water, constantly improving his spiral strength. Many times he was the only one in Nuoda's swimming pool.
Qi Dahe didn't care about him, just put on his coat, played games in the corner, and even took a nap.
There is only one person in the swimming pool most of the time anyway.
“I soak in water every day, and I’m not afraid of getting swollen. Hey, this assassin is so good that he can’t be killed even with his remaining health.”
In the swimming pool, Wang An pushed, pressed, or patted, and wherever his palm passed, there were whirlpools in the water.
After these days of practice, he has become more and more familiar with the method of Spiral Jin.
“You have been practicing Tai Chi in the water for a period of time, your whole body has been exercised, your leg strength has been significantly enhanced, and you have understood the force-generating technique of Spiral Jin.
Tai Chi experience +50. "
Wang An did not go back after coming out of the swimming pool. After dinner, he went to the Xingyiquan martial arts gym.
It is better to practice with one person than with two people.
“I guess Li Xinzhu has nothing to do now. I’ll go over and practice with him.”
Half an hour later, at the Xingyi Quan Martial Arts Hall, Li Xinzhu’s face was as pale as Changbai Mountain, the old man, and his hands were trembling slightly.
Not far in front of him, Wang An was smiling.
“Sure enough, fetching water and hitting people are different.”
Li Xinzhu gently rolled up his sleeves. Both arms were swollen, and there were several incomplete palm prints on each, which were very red and purple.
“Tai Chi Jin?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hold it back. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Wang An smiled awkwardly.
He came to the martial arts studio in the afternoon and finally got Li Xinzhu to compete with him in kung fu.
Li Xinzhu was a hundred reluctant. Once they fought, it was okay at first, but it was still the disgusting Tai Chi force release.
Hitting the body is like hitting cotton, which is fluffy and soft, and the force cannot be applied effectively.
Either it is like hitting a spinning ball and suddenly slipping to the side. If you are not careful, your center of gravity may easily become unstable.
What surprised him was that the opponent's Tai Chi Yun not only guarded his hand, but also slapped his arm from time to time. It seemed that it was not as strong as his own Bengquan.
But as soon as he slapped it on the arm, a strange force immediately came from him, which could break his move in one fell swoop.
The force seemed to tear his arm apart.
(End of this chapter)