Chapter 71 Such as Zhenqi
The group suddenly became lively, everyone was a joker, and they started talking dirty words.
Taijiyan: "Hey, judging from what you said, I think this group will be banned soon if this continues."
Serious person: "When the leader of the group goes in one day, no one in the group is innocent."
Duan Shui Shui: "@彦子, how did you tell that the dozen or so pictures were indeed incomplete? Two of them were badly damaged and too blurry, so I didn't post them."
Yazi: “Can you send it to me for a look?”
Danshuishui: "I'm on a business trip right now. It's inconvenient. Can you wait until I get back?"
Yazi: “Okay, thank you.”
Serious person: "Send out the picture and let everyone appreciate it together. It is better to enjoy it alone than to enjoy it together."
Tai Chi Yan: “Do you understand those pictures?”
Ye Zi: "Understand a little, it should be a guidance diagram for the transmission of strength."
Duan Shui Shui: “Tell me in detail.”
layman: "It's hard to say. I can only experience it through my own practice. I suggest you read medical books, which may be helpful."
While chatting in the group, Taijiyan sent a private message, saying that he would come to Hu'an in two days and asked Wang An if he was free and wanted to make an appointment with him.
They had decided on this matter before the Spring Festival, but the other party had something to do and delayed it.
In the afternoon of the next day, Wang An received the other two pictures from "Danshuishui". They looked very blurry. It looked like they had been soaked in water. Only the general outline could be seen vaguely. Some lines can be seen.
“What a pity!” Wang Anxin said. If these two pictures were clear and he practiced more frequently, his Tai Chi would be greatly improved.
Wang An carefully copied these two pictures. Although they were blurred and broken, some things could still be seen.
“Perhaps this picture is not the only copy. If there are other similar boxing records, it will definitely be helpful to take a look.”
The next morning, Taijiyan arrived at Hu'an City. The two of them made an appointment to meet at a teahouse.
In the still bright sunshine, Wang An saw a man riding an electric bicycle from far to near. He had slender eyebrows, crane-like eyes, sharp cheeks, short hair, neat hair, and was dressed in casual clothes. He looked at That is, twenty-seven or eight years old.
When he got close, he stopped, picked up the phone and dialed a number. Then Wang An's cell phone rang. After hearing the sound, the man looked at Wang An and asked tentatively.
“Vulgarian?”
“Tai Chi Yan?”
“Nice to meet you.”
Wang An invited him into the teahouse, and after chatting for a while, he found out that the other person's surname was Yan, and his name was Yan Muyun. Coming from the land of Yanzhao, I have practiced Tai Chi since I was a child and have been practicing Tai Chi for nearly twenty years now.
A cup of tea and a few homely words. The two started chatting about Tai Chi. As soon as this topic came up, they had a common language and started talking more.
From his words, Wang An could tell that what Yan Muyun practiced was definitely not the kind of Tai Chi practiced by old men and women in the park. He had a very unique understanding of Tai Chi.
The Tai Chi he learned was inherited from his family, and there were special methods and techniques for practicing Tai Chi. He mentioned one of them to Wang An, which was to practice Tai Chi Cloud Hands by pushing a ball.
Although he only talked about it in general and did not mention very specific practice methods, Wang An's eyes lit up. This seemed to be a good practice method.
The practice methods he is thinking of now come from books, movies, novels, and his own methods. Yan Muyun should have a relatively systematic practice method.
Wang An said more about his own understanding and feelings, but Yan Muyun nodded repeatedly after hearing this.
“You said last time that these red lines are the guidance and transmission routes of force?”
"I feel like this picture, the strength rises from the feet, all the way up to the waist and abdomen, and then spreads along the back to the arms." Wang An pointed to one of the pictures, which he had already practiced.
"What about this one?" Yan Muyun pondered for a moment and then raised his hand to point to another picture. The red line in this picture rose from the abdomen, passed along the ribs and reached the palms of the hands.
"This should be the path for the power of the waist and abdomen to be uploaded." Wang And said, this picture can only be said to be barely completed.
“What about this one?” Yan Muyun pointed to another one. The red line in this picture went from the feet to the abdomen.
“The force under my feet rose into my waist and abdomen. As I said last time, these pictures are incomplete. Two very crucial pictures are missing, and the two pictures showing the flow of water are not clear.”
“How long have you been practicing Tai Chi?” he couldn’t help but ask.
“It didn’t take long.” Wang An said with a smile.
“It’s impossible. Without intensive study of Tai Chi and no less than several years of hard work, I wouldn’t be able to come up with such an insight.”
Wang An smiled and poured him another cup of tea.
"Have you ever thought that these diagrams may not only be methods for guiding the movement of force, but also other methods?" Yan Muyun said after being silent for a while.
“Other, what?”
“For example, infuriating.”
“Infuriating?” Wang An was slightly startled. When he heard this word, he couldn't help but think of his mission.
“The kind in martial arts novels?”
“Things in the novel are not necessarily all fabricated. Many things come from life. Among other things, the Buddhist martial arts in Faxing Temple and the Taoist martial arts in Mount Taihe have been passed down for thousands of years.
Everyone who practices Qigong knows this saying - practice one breath internally, and practice the muscles, bones and skin externally. What kind of breath is that? "
“Have you ever seen someone practice Qi?”
“No, I’ve never heard of it.” Yan Muyun shook his head decisively.
"That's a pity." Wang An sighed after hearing this. If it is true, then his mission to explore the true energy will have an entry point.
“Since it doesn’t happen in reality, why do you think about it?”
“It’s not that it doesn’t exist in reality, it’s just that we don’t know about it. Even if it doesn’t exist now, what about ancient times? Through some historical data and ancient records passed down by sects, we can see some clues.”
“Where can I find such information and books?” Wang An asked hurriedly after hearing this.
“I was lucky enough to see such an ancient book at Sanqing Temple in Mount Taihe.”
"Taihe Mountain? It seems that sooner or later I have to go there for a walk and take a look." Wang Anxin thought.
The two of them chatted for a while and it was time for lunch. Wang An had already booked a hotel in advance. While eating, Yan Muyun mentioned another thing.
“Do you remember the Jie Mai Fist we mentioned last time?”
“Remember, it’s a superb skill.” Wang An said calmly.
“I got the news that that person is in Hu’an.”
“Oh, you came here just for him, right?”
“No, I also got this news accidentally.” Yan Muyun said with a smile.
(End of this chapter)