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: "The leader of the group went in one day. No one in the group is innocent."
Duan ShuiLiu: "@彦子, how did you figure out 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 over so I can take a look?”
Duanshui Shui: "I'm on a business trip right now. It's inconvenient. Can you wait until I get back?"
Suzi: "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."
Taijiyan: "Do you understand those pictures?"
Su Zi: "You know a little bit, it should be a guide diagram for the transmission of strength."
Duanshui Shui: "Tell me in detail."
Suzi: "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 we were 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 blurry and broken, some things could still be seen.
"Perhaps this picture is not an unique copy. If there are other similar boxing records, it will definitely be fruitful to take a look."
The next morning, Tai Chi Yan came to 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, he is twenty-seven or eighteen 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, looked at it, 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 given name was Yan Muyun. He came from the land of Yan and Zhao, and had been practicing Tai Chi since he was a child, and it has been nearly twenty years now.
Over a cup of tea and a few familiar words, the two started chatting about Tai Chi. Once they talked about this topic, 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 very unique insights into 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 training methods he is thinking of now come from books, movies, novels, and his own methods. Yan Muyun should have a relatively systematic training method.
Wang An said more about his own understanding and feelings, but Yan Muyun nodded repeatedly after hearing this.
Yan Muyun also took out a special book. After opening it, it was the set of Tai Chi manuals on the "Duan Shui Shui" online website, which he copied very carefully.
"Last time you said these red lines were the guidance and transmission routes of Jinli?"
"I feel that, just like this picture, the strength rises from the feet, goes 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 both 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. The two pictures of 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 to guide the movement of force, but also other methods?" Yan Muyun said after being silent for a while.
"Others, what?"
"For example, angry."
"Zhenqi?" 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?"
"The things in the novel are not necessarily all fabricated. Many things come from life. Among other things, the Buddhist martial arts of Faxing Temple and the Taoist Kung Fu of Mount Taihe have been passed down for thousands of years.
Everyone who practices Qigong knows this saying - practice one breath internally, and practice muscles, bones and skin externally. What kind of Qi is that breath?"
"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 exist in reality, why would you think about it?"
"It's not that it doesn't exist in reality, it's just that we don't know. Even if it doesn't exist now, what about ancient times? We can see some clues through some historical data and records passed down by the sect."
"Where can I find such information and classics?" Wang An asked hurriedly after hearing this.
"I was lucky enough to see such an ancient book at Sanqing Temple in Taihe Mountain."
"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 kind of superb Kung Fu." Wang An said calmly.
"I got the news that that person is in Hu'an."
"Oh, you didn't come here specifically for him, right?"
"No, I also got this news accidentally." Yan Muyun said with a smile.