MTL - Cultivating From Obtaining Experience-Chapter 71 such as infuriating

  Chapter 71 such as infuriating

  The group became lively all of a sudden, everyone was full of jokes, and the dirty words came out of their mouths.

  Tai Chiyan: "Hey, looking at what you said, I think this group will be blocked soon if it goes on like this."

  Serious person: "The owner of the group will go in one day, and no one in the group is innocent."

  Break the water flow: "@世子, how did you tell that the dozen or so pictures are indeed incomplete, and two of them are badly damaged and too blurry, so I didn't post them."

  Chongzi: "Can you send it over for me to have a look?"

   Cut off the flow of water: "I'm on a business trip now, it's inconvenient, wait until I go back?"

  Longzi: "Okay, thank you."

  Serious person: "Send the pictures and let's appreciate them together. It's better to have fun alone than to have fun with others."

  Tai Chiyan: "Do you understand those pictures?"

  Longzi: "Understand a little, it should be a guide map for the transmission of strength."

  Break the water flow: "Tell me in detail."

  Vulgar: "It's hard to say, I can only experience it through my own practice. It is recommended to read medical books, maybe it will help."

  Here was chatting in the group, Taijiyan sent a private message alone, saying that he would come to Hu'an in two days, asked Wang An if he was free, and wanted to ask him to meet.

   They settled this matter before the Spring Festival, but the other party was delayed due to something.

  The next afternoon, Wang An received the other two pictures from "Duan Shui Liu". They were indeed very blurry. It seemed that they had been soaked in water, and only the outlines could be vaguely seen, and some lines could be vaguely seen.

   "It's a pity!" Wang Anxin said, if these two pictures are clear and he practices more frequently, his Tai Chi should be greatly improved.

  Wang An copied the two pictures carefully. Although they were blurred and broken, something could still be seen.

   "This picture may not be an isolated copy. If there are other similar boxing records, it will be very rewarding."

  The next morning, Taijiyan came to Hu'an City. The two of them made an appointment to meet in a teahouse.

  In the bright sunshine, Wang An saw a man riding an electric car from far to near, with slender eyebrows, crane-like eyes, sharp-edged cheeks, short hair, clean and neat, and casual clothes. He looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

   When he got close, he stopped, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and then Wang An's cell phone rang. After hearing the voice, the man looked at Wang An and asked a question tentatively.

   "Boy?"

   "Tai Chi Yan?"

   "Nice to meet you."

  Wang An invited him into the teahouse, chatted a few words and learned that the other party's surname was Yan, and his name was Yan Muyun. From the land of Yanzhao, he has practiced Taijiquan since childhood for nearly twenty years.

  A cup of tea, a few homely words. The two began to chat about Tai Chi, and once they talked about this topic, they had a common language and talked more.

  Between the words, Wang An could tell that what Yan Muyun practiced was by no means the kind of Tai Chi practiced by old men and women in the park. He had a very unique view on Tai Chi.

  The Taijiquan he learned was passed down from his family, and there are also special methods and techniques for practicing Taijiquan. He mentioned one of them to Wang An, practicing Taiji Yunshou by pushing the ball.

  Although he only talked about it in general and didn't mention a very specific practice method, Wang An's eyes lit up. This seems to be a good practice method.

  The practice method he thinks of now comes from books, movies, novels, and his own method. Yan Muyun should have a relatively systematic practice method.

  Wang An talked more about his own understanding and feelings, but Yan Muyun nodded after hearing it.

  Yan Muyun also took out a special book, and after opening it, it contained the set of Taijiquan manuals on the "Duan Shui Liu" channel, which was copied very carefully.

   "Did you say last time that these red lines are the guiding and transmission routes of strength?"

   "I feel 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 her finger to point to another picture. The red line in this picture rises from the abdomen and passes along the ribs to the palms.

   "This should be the path to upload the power of the waist and abdomen." Wang Andao, this picture can only be said to be barely completed.

   "What about this picture?" Yan Muyun pointed to another picture, but the red line in this picture entered the abdomen from the feet.

   "The force from the feet rises into the waist and abdomen. As I said last time, these pictures are incomplete. Two crucial pictures are missing, and the two pictures where the water is cut off are not clear."

   "How long have you been practicing Tai Chi?" He couldn't help asking.

   "Not long." Wang An said with a smile.

  "Impossible, without intensive study of Taijiquan, no less than several years of hard work, I can't express such an opinion."

  Wang An smiled and poured him another cup of tea.

   "Have you ever thought that these diagrams may not only be the method of guiding the movement of strength, but may also be other methods?" Yan Muyun said after a long silence.

   "Other, what?"

   "For example, infuriating."

   "True Qi?" Wang An was slightly taken aback. Hearing this word, he sometimes thought of his mission.

   "The kind in martial arts novels?"

  "The things in the novel may not all be fabricated. Many things come from life. Among other things, the Buddhist martial arts of Faxing Temple and the Taoist Kungfu of Taihe Mountain have been passed down for thousands of years.

  Everyone who practices qigong knows this sentence - practice the breath inside, and practice the muscles, bones and skin outside. What is that breath? "

   "Have you ever seen someone practice Qi?"

   "No, I've never heard of it." Yan Muyun shook her head decisively.

   "That's a pity." Wang An sighed after hearing this. If there is, then his task of exploring the true energy will have an entry point.

   "Since there is none 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 it. Even if it doesn't exist now, what about ancient times? Through some historical materials, we can see some clues in the records of ancient books passed down by the sect."

   "Where are such materials and classics?" Wang An asked hurriedly after hearing this.

   "I was lucky enough to see such an ancient book at the Sanqing Temple in Taihe Mountain."

   "Taihe Mountain? It seems that sooner or later I will go there for a walk and have a look." Wang An thought.

  The two of them chatted for a while, and when it was time for lunch, Wang An had already booked a restaurant in advance. During the meal, Yan Muyun mentioned another matter.

   "Do you remember the Jiemai Quan we mentioned last time?"

   "Remember, it's a brilliant skill." Wang An said calmly.

   "I got the news that the person is in Hu'an."

   "Oh, you didn't come here just for him, did you?"

   "No, I also got this news by accident." Yan Muyun said with a smile.

  (end of this chapter)