Song Wenwen was a little disappointed, and she pouted involuntarily, but now was not the time to vent her dissatisfaction, because she found that once Lin Yu entered the state of seeing a doctor, he was unaware of everything around him.
In the blink of an eye, several patients had passed by Lin Yu, and it was almost dusk now.
And there are fewer and fewer patients. Although there are still some patients, there are not so many now.
At this time, a group of people wearing white Tai Chi uniforms came over. These people carried swords and sticks on their backs, and walked in a light and graceful manner, looking very energetic.
And on the backs of these people, without exception, are printed the words "Chen Family Tai Chi Hall".
Although Suzhou and Hangzhou are not as good as the hometown of martial arts, this place has outstanding people, both in terms of customs, culture and regional conditions. Therefore, Suzhou and Hangzhou have many martial arts schools, large and small.
Moreover, people nowadays pay special attention to exercise, and those gyms can no longer meet people's needs, so some martial arts clubs have also emerged.
Taekwondo, which has been popular for several years, has now changed its style, and people are starting to like Chinese martial arts again. I have to say that Chinese people sometimes really follow the trend.
Chen Style Tai Chi should be a martial arts club that has recently emerged in Suzhou and Hangzhou. The main focus here is Tai Chi. This Tai Chi is different from the old men and women doing it early in the morning. It is authentic Chen Style Tai Chi and has a strong practical nature.
Obviously, they came to this venue to practice Tai Chi and make some advertisements for their martial arts club.
But the Chinese medicine free clinic is not over yet, so the venue seems a little tight for a while.
"Who is in charge here?" A man wearing Tai Chi suit walked to the middle of the field and looked around and asked.
"This is a Chinese medicine free clinic. What can I do for you?" He Zhen walked up and asked.
"This venue belongs to us. We perform Tai Chi here every evening. You guys should clear up the tables and leave. We will start performing in about ten minutes." The man took out a business card and said.
: "I am Chen Style Tai Chi, Yang Xiang."
"Well, I'm sorry, we are doing a free clinic today, and there are still some patients. Well, you guys wait for half an hour. After half an hour, we will almost be finished, and we will make room for you by then.
"
"No, our performance must be carried out on time." Chen Xiang shook his head.
"What should we do with so many patients? Do us a favor. We can give you half an hour at most. You will be fine if you are a little later." He Zhen said with a smile.
"Old man, do you know who we are?" Yang Xiang tilted his head and looked at He Zhen, then pointed to the mark on his clothes and said: "Chen Style Tai Chi, do you understand? We are Chen Style Tai Chi people."
"We perform drills here every night in order to recruit students in Suzhou and Hangzhou. If you delay our performance, who will bear the loss, you?"
"I didn't say no, I just said there are still some hand patients on site. We will finish the treatment in half an hour at most. If we really don't want to let them, we will ask them to line up here and make room for you, okay? You can perform your performance
Yes, let's take care of our illness." He Zhen said patiently.
"Haha." Yang Xiang smiled, and then his face became serious. He said to He Zhen in a straight line: "I said no, it's just no. Either you leave here now, or we take your
Throw things out."
"Hey, why are you so unreasonable? What about Chen's Tai Chi? It's amazing?" One of He Zhen's disciples couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and came over and said, "Come on, you guys
Aren’t you a Tai Chi student? Practice your hands with me. I don’t believe that your slow movements can hurt people.”
"Boy, you are not overestimating your own capabilities." Yang Xiang sneered. He suddenly took a step forward slightly, arched his right leg slightly, then turned his hands in a circle, and gently pushed Disciple He Zhen's chest with a push-hand gesture.
Tai Chi uses softness to overcome hardness. Yang Xiang's hand seemed light, but it was really powerful. He Zhen's apprentice let out an ouch, flew backwards uncontrollably, and fell to a place two or three meters away with a thud.
His chest was not injured, but the guy fell really hard when he fell to the ground. He fell to the ground and screamed.
"Hey, why are you beating people?"
Seeing that something happened here, the traditional Chinese medicine doctors who were organizing free clinics came over one after another to accuse him.
"Who told him to look down on Tai Chi? This is China's intangible cultural heritage. I gave him a small lesson, just to warn him not to look down on others in the future, otherwise he will get beaten." Yang Xiang
He sneered.
"Is your Tai Chi an intangible cultural heritage?" Lin Yu stood up and asked.
"Not bad, why, how many moves do you want to practice too?" Yang Xiang glanced at Lin Yu, he was not even interested in playing with this guy, because Lin Yu looked gentle and weak, and he could tell at a glance that he didn't want to practice.
Jiazi, he didn't take an opponent of this level seriously at all.
"No, no, no, I don't mean that." Lin Yu shook his head repeatedly and said: "Your Tai Chi is an intangible cultural heritage, and so are our Chinese medicine practitioners. Why should we give way to you?"
"Just because I can fight, just because we are from Tai Chi Hall." Yang Xiang sneered and said: "It is the last word to have a big fist. Haven't you heard of this sentence?"
"I've heard of it." Lin Yu nodded and said, "I don't think you are the authentic successors of Chen's Tai Chi. Haha, the authentic one is in Chenjiagou. I don't know where I learned some Tai Chi techniques of the triangle cat.
, you dare to call yourself Chen style Tai Chi? Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not funny.”
"What are you talking about? You said our Tai Chi is unauthentic. Let me tell you, our Tai Chi Eight Classics originated from Chenjiagou. If you say it's unauthentic, try it again and see if I don't kill you." Yang
Xiang was furious,
"Oh, really?" Lin Yu said in surprise: "Since your Tai Chi is authentic, then why is your surname Yang? Why is your surname not Chen?"
"That's because..." Yang Xiang said angrily: "When my grandfather was young, he became a disciple of Chen Style Tai Chi and learned from the master in Chenjiagou. After he became a master, he traveled around the world. The master's surname was Chen, and his apprentice's surname was not necessarily Chen.
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"I only recognize the essence of Tai Chi from the Chen family." Lin Yu said stubbornly.
"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want, do you want to give in to the venue today or not?" One of Yang Xiang's juniors came up and shouted.
"No." Lin Yu said, "Why should I let it?"
"Because this land has always been used by us." The boy said unconvinced.
"Oh, this land is for your use. Did you spend money to buy it?" Lin Yu said.