The uncle of Zhang Shaofan, the president of the Chinese Tai Chi Association, and Zhang Qinghe, the only successor of Shaolin internal martial arts, are known as the two sages of contemporary martial arts. The latter's disciple is the famous Shi Dejian, the inheritor of Shaolin Zen martial arts.
The essence of Tai Chi is gradually lost, which has become the reason for many people to question the true nature of Chinese martial arts. Chinese martial arts only kills enemies and does not perform. However, the Tai Chi practiced by most people is more like a weak dance and not as good as the aunts.
Square dancing is exciting, but how can it be lethal?
This is the doubt in the minds of many Chinese people.
The young people who learned Tai Chi from the old man Yang Yanyuan never questioned Tai Chi. If it were flashy and unrealistic, Tai Chi would not be passed down to this day, and it would not produce so many invincible masters in the world, including Yang Luchan, the founder of Yang Style Tai Chi. Furthermore, Xi Jinping
With nearly twenty years of martial arts experience, the young man is well aware of the breadth and depth of Chinese martial arts.
The Tai Chi practiced by old men and women today is derived from the simplified version taught by Yang Luchan to the aristocratic children of the Qing royal family. The pampered and pampered royal children have long been drained of their bodies by drinking and sex, and their energy and energy are weak. They cannot practice internal martial arts, let alone endure hardships, and can only
Learn some simplified Tai Chi moves to exercise your body.
In the 1980s, because the great men on the Southern Tour were fond of Tai Chi, the people below followed them. In order to quickly promote Tai Chi across the country, the simplified version was simplified again, which is now Tai Chi, which is specious but not true.
True Tai Chi is rarely seen in the world.
The handsome young man was fortunate enough to have the unborn Yang Yanyuan as his teacher and learn the essence of Tai Chi. How could he not be excited? This was also his only hope to regain his former undefeated glory.
In the pavilion.
The young man concentrates on boxing, alternating slow and fast punches, and smooth footwork, soft yet strong. At first glance, it looks like something practiced by old men and old ladies in the park, but in fact it looks similar but not spiritually. This boxing technique implies the Taoist inner skill of breathing out luck.
, use the mind to move qi, unblock the meridians, and regulate yin and yang.
When a young man gathers his body and stands still, he is sweating profusely. This is not a tired thing. He is thinking about his luck, turning the external air into internal breath, and expelling the dirty and turbid air from the body, and he will sweat.
To put it simply, this is detoxification.
"You have good bones and a better foundation. You have been in the family for more than half a year. You are a genius. None of the children of my Yang family are like you. If not, why should I go against the teachings of my ancestors and teach you all the boxing skills, heart and skills." The old man.
Staring at the standing young man, he sighed quietly, feeling relieved but also helpless.
Yang Style Tai Chi, like Chen Style Tai Chi, is only passed down within the family, and is passed down from male to female. It is never given to outsiders as a last resort. It is not that the ancestors of the Chen and Yang families who set the rules are too selfish, and it is difficult for outsiders to guess their temperament.
If you suffer from unkind people, you will suffer endless harm.
"These manuscripts are my experience of practicing boxing for seventy years. Take them and study them carefully." The old man handed the bag to the young man. The young man opened the bag and found a thick stack of manuscripts inside. Each page was written with a brush.
How much effort does it take to write in small block letters?
The young man said with emotion: "Thank you, master..."
"Between master and disciple, there is no need to say thank you. From now on, you no longer need my guidance every day. You should practice more and think more every day. If there is anything you don't understand about the experiences recorded in the manuscript, come to Meijiawu to find me." The old man twisted his jaw.
A few sparse white beards smiled slightly, turned around, and drifted away.
The young man bowed towards the old man's retreating back, thanking the old man for his open-mindedness and teaching him his unique skills, and also grateful for God's blessing.
March in Hangzhou can turn from warm to cold. On sunny days, the temperature can soar to over 20 degrees. Wearing shorts and half-sleeves is no problem. On rainy days, when it is damp and cold, most people wear down jackets when going out.
The young man stopped at the Fenghuang Mountain Wangjiang Pavilion, where there were few tourists, and looked at the rising sun. He took off his soaked shirt, exposing his upper body with bulging muscles and full of masculine beauty. The scars on his chest and back were shocking, symbolizing many unknown things.
Hot blooded legend.
This scar also represents a person, Yang Chen.
Yes, the young man is Yang Chen, who has disappeared from the world for more than half a year. It seems that the city of Hangzhou is destined to him and has become the place where he lies dormant.
Hibernating... Sometimes he thought it was an escape, but he had no choice. He had to do this in order to regain his former glory as soon as possible and to avoid the pursuit of Hades Shrine.
Whether he is dormant or escaping, he doesn't think it is a shameful thing. Whoever laughs last is the real winner.
Liu Bang was chased away by Xiang Yu countless times and panicked like a lost dog, but later generations only praised Xiang Yu's bravery to set off the wise and martial prowess of Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty.
When you are at your weakest, if you insist on showing off your strength, you are seeking death.
Yang Chen let the sweat dry off his body, touched his chest and back to make sure his hands were no longer sticky, put on his clothes, rode down the mountain along the stone road, and arrived at Huanglong Stadium on time at 9:30.
Almost all the outer facade of the stadium is rented out, including KTV, restaurants, performance halls, and bars. This area has almost replaced Nanshan Road and Jinmen Bar Street and has become the epitome of Hangzhou nightlife. The huge signboard of a fitness club is incompatible with the atmosphere here.
Yang Chen works in this fitness club called "Meidefei".
This guy has plenty of money. Going to work is one of the ways to pass the time and get to know the city. Working in the gym is also convenient for exercising. After locking up his bicycle, he went to the third floor from the elevator next to the south gate of the stadium. After exiting the elevator, there was a gym.
At the entrance of the club, take out the key to open the door, then go to the locker room to change into work clothes and start working.
Tour coach.
The most common type of trainer in the gym.
He is mainly responsible for instructing novices on how to use equipment correctly. His monthly salary is 3,000, which is much worse than that of a personal trainer who provides services to regular customers. In Hangzhou, a city with a high consumption index, this amount of money is not enough to rent a decent house and barely make ends meet.
In such a large venue, Yang Chen walked around and came to a comprehensive training device. On a whim, he increased the weight to the maximum, sat on it, held the high tension bar, and slowly pulled it down.
Halfway through, he felt a sharp pain in his meridians. Yang Chen let go with a wry smile. This weight was nothing before, but now, he can't do anything about it.
"You kid can really do a lot of things. How can you adjust this gear?"
A strong young man was talking and walked slowly towards Yang Chen. He was very handsome and had a great figure. He probably wore a slim-fitting top on purpose. The muscle lines outlined by the clothes seemed to be more explosive than Yang Chen's muscles.
Azhuo, a personal trainer at the club, serves regular clients. He is a well-rounded master and very proud at heart. He recently hooked up with a rich woman who often comes to the gym. The key to the Mercedes-Benz in his hand was a gift from the rich woman.
"I was just playing around." Yang Chen smiled implicitly.
"Be careful of strained muscles." Azhuo patted Yang Chen on the shoulder, whistled, shook the Mercedes-Benz key in his hand, and walked to the dressing room. After recalling Yang Chen's overestimation just now, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but curse.
