When performing the exercises, Zhao Qinglan's body's true energy flows, round and round, over and over again. Under the light layer of body-protecting true energy, she looks like a god descending to earth, and the aura on her body is extremely noble.
Time passes slowly.
The night passed like this.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Raise your hands to activate internal force.
"Not bad..."
Her skill has improved a lot.
Now Zhao Qinglan has had ten years of internal strength. According to this cultivation speed, it won't be long before her martial arts will be the same as in her previous life. Thinking of this, she feels quite good.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the table, it read 5:20 in the morning. If you want to watch the sunrise, this is the perfect time to wake up.
In the morning, the rising sun rises in the east.
The sun shines on this city, as if it has been covered with a layer of pale golden gauze, giving it a hazy and warm feeling.
At this time in the small park.
Mr. Wang, who got up early as usual, is doing Tai Chi, which is his hobby. The purpose is to exercise his body and cultivate his moral character.
Uncle Wang had been here for a while and was about to take a rest before continuing. When he looked up, he saw a little girl sitting on a bench not far from him. At this time, the little girl was looking at him.
His expression is quite serious.
Uncle Wang still has some impression of this little girl. She got up very early and met her several times when he came here to practice Tai Chi. Sometimes, when the little girl saw him doing Tai Chi, he would stop and watch.
You're sitting there without disturbing me.
Uncle Wang still likes children very much. Maybe he wants to hold his grandson or granddaughter when he gets older. When he doesn't see her, he wants to urge his son to get married.
When will the debt collector's son be able to give birth to such a little granddaughter? Uncle Wang feels that he can rest in peace even if he dies.
It's a pity that such a beautiful little girl belongs to someone else.
The person sitting on the bench was none other than Zhao Qinglan, who had gotten up early. She had just gone to buy breakfast and passed by. She saw the old man doing Tai Chi again, so she sat here and became an audience for free.
Zhao Qinglan also knows a little about Tai Chi.
Tai Chi generates two rituals, two rituals generate four images, and four images generate Bagua. This is the same principle as one creates two, two generates three, three generates all things, and all things return to one.
Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword are both martial arts in which the weak defeats the strong, and the soft overcomes the hard. If you practice it well, you can walk on water as if on flat ground, and when facing an enemy, you can use a thousand pounds to defeat the weak. This is superior martial arts.
It’s just a pity!
Practicing martial arts also requires talent and basic skills. Not just anyone who wants to learn can learn it. Similarly, if you have talent and basic skills, it will be useless if you don’t have the appropriate martial arts skills or the teachings of a real martial arts master.
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Just like this old man, he seems to be good at Tai Chi, but in fact he can only see. To put it bluntly, he just learned an introduction and can only play a role in strengthening his body. He has not learned the real essence.
To, for example, Qi sinks into the Dantian, cultivates internal strength, and then releases the true Qi outwards.
Zhao Qinglan has seen many people doing Tai Chi, but those people only do it to strengthen their bodies. She has not met anyone who has developed internal strength.
In fact, Zhao Qinglan was also quite puzzled.
How come such excellent martial arts are practiced like this? If the ancestors underground saw it, they would probably be unable to hold down the coffin boards.
Zhao Qinglan thought.
Maybe at the beginning, real martial arts masters wanted to find a qualified apprentice to pass on their martial arts before they died. Then, some may take several years or more than ten years to find one, and some may not find anyone.
Dead.
Therefore, over time, as the times changed, those martial arts became legendary.
Don't tell me why she had such an idea. Because Zhao Qinglan's former master was like this. She would rather not accept an apprentice than find a qualified apprentice. If she hadn't met her, Zhao Qinglan felt that she would follow her master's rules for finding apprentices.
Standard, maybe it was put in the coffin but not found.
Nowadays, some people ask again, does martial arts really exist in this world? Has anyone practiced it? If there are people who know martial arts, where are those martial arts masters? Are they in the deep mountains and forests, or hiding among the crowd, living an ordinary life?
In short, all kinds of guesses are given.
Don’t think about it.
There must be some.
Since there is a martial arts inheritance, there must be someone who can practice it. Especially those ancient martial arts families.
In fact, it is not difficult to develop internal strength. As long as there is a person with strong martial arts who is willing to sacrifice his cultivation to open up the seven meridians and eight meridians for him. In this way, even with average qualifications, he can achieve a small amount of success.
I took a look at the sky.
Her parents must have gotten up by this time.
Zhao Qinglan reached out to pick up the breakfast she bought and stood up to go back.
She had just taken two steps when she was stopped.
"The little girl over there..."
When he heard that he was being called, Zhao Qinglan stopped and turned around to look at the person.
The person who called her was the old man doing Tai Chi.
Glancing at him, Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"
"Little girl, how old are you?"
Zhao Qinglan said lightly: "Eight years old."
After hearing this, Uncle Wang said: "I am eight years old, and I am in elementary school."
"Well..."
Zhao Qinglan snorted slightly.
Uncle Wang stepped forward and said with a smile: "I think you seem to like Tai Chi very much. If you want to learn it, grandpa can teach you."
Zhao Qinglan said lightly: "Old man, you want to teach me."
"It's nothing." Uncle Wang nodded and continued: "Just to see what's interesting, I want to learn it. Tai Chi can make people calm down and strengthen their body. If girls learn it, they can protect themselves in the future.
Pretty good."
"Come on, little girl, do you want to learn?"
Seeing how enthusiastic the old man was, Zhao Qinglan was silent for a moment and nodded lightly.
"Okay, let me try."
Uncle Wang smiled and said: "Come on, put things away first and follow me."
Nowadays, children watch TV every day. It is rare to meet such a person who can calm down.
Zhao Qinglan: "..."
If this is the case, then give him some pointers.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qinglan stepped forward, put his breakfast on the bench, and then raised his hand to signal.
The more he looked at it, the more Uncle Wang felt that this child was really rare.
"Haha, okay, then I'll start, you watch." Then, the old man started to get serious.
"When practicing Tai Chi, the movements should be slow and gentle, and every movement must be nimble and flexible. It must be able to move freely..."
"Easy and gentle, the intention is not to use force, and the most avoidance is muscle tension. The muscles and joints of the whole body must be loosened. All movements should be gentle. The speed should be slow rather than fast. The speed should be even, neither slow nor urgent, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
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"We must move as fast as a thread, step like a cat, move like a cat, be still at all times, be still at all times, and seek stillness while moving..."
While explaining the essentials, Uncle Wang taught her the moves carefully, one move at a time, slowly.
Uncle Wang felt proud. This was his experience over the years. He turned around and glanced at the little girl next to him, and then his eyes widened.