Chapter 127 Chen Style Taiji

Fifty push-ups, Fang You couldn't help but feel sad. He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. Sure enough, five minutes had passed at five o'clock. Fortunately, he was kind enough to bring the old man three dollars of buns. Not only was he unhappy, but he was also so cruel.

There were only fifty in five minutes. Fortunately, I didn’t hide from the ground last night. Otherwise, I would have to be late for an hour or sixty minutes today, which would be six hundred push-ups. I wiped it. Even if I were tired of myself into parts, I couldn’t make six hundred. Fang You looked at the old man who was moving with the wind and curled his lips depressed.

I don’t know if I can learn this Tai Chi, but I have done 150 push-ups. Damn, Fang You wondered if this old man used to teach push-ups, but now he has changed his career and practiced Tai Chi. Otherwise, why would someone do push-ups at any time?

Do it. I made 100 of them yesterday, and I read books in the middle of the night. If I don’t do it, it would be a waste. How can I do it without reward? Fang You had no choice but to put the buns on the stone pier on the river embankment, then lay on the ground and started doing push-ups.

With the old man's teaching yesterday and his own experience, Fang You felt that these fifty push-ups were no problem. While doing push-ups, he couldn't help but be glad that he had enough food this morning, otherwise these fifty push-ups would have to be so tired that he had cramps.

The old man who was practicing Tai Chi saw Fang You doing push-ups with his own light. He immediately smiled on his calm face, shook his head and smiled, slowly closed his fists, and then walked to the stone pier where Fang You put the buns, picked up the buns and ate them unceremoniously while watching Fang You do push-ups.

Fang You did fifty push-ups very easily. If it were usual, even if he was not panting, he would have to rest on the ground for a while before he could stand up. Now he was just breathing rapidly. Fang You smiled hatefully. Isn’t it just fifty push-ups? For my buddy, it’s just a little bit. If he dares to show me an ice-filled face, believe it or not, my buddy will be five minutes late tomorrow.

After doing push-ups, Fang You seemed extremely proud. He raised his head and was stunned. The old man who was still practicing boxing just now stopped at some point, and he was holding his bun, which made him eat so deliciously.

"Oh, old man, that's my bun." Fang You was a little dissatisfied and stepped forward to remind the old man.

The old man nodded, and did not forget to hold a bun and continue to put it in his mouth, "Well, I know this is your bun."

"Since it's my bun, why do you still eat it?" Seeing the old man saying that he knew, and stuffing the buns into his mouth, Fang You was almost unable to bear it and was about to explode.

If he didn't do push-ups, Fang You had no objection to the old man. However, when he came, he only had fifty push-ups. He wanted to eat buns now. If he gave this cruel old man to eat, Fang You would be very reluctant.

"You, um... Didn't you eat me yesterday? Now I'm just eating a few buns of you. I'll just give you up if I don't charge you for Tai Chi. Isn't it okay to eat a few buns of you?" The old man said with a little depressed while stuffing the buns into his mouth.

When Fang You heard this, his eyes lit up suddenly, and the depression on his face disappeared instantly. Yes, this old man said it well. This old man did not charge his own fees to teach Tai Chi, but only ate a few buns. Hehe, it seems that he should be depressed. In an instant, Fang You's heart was balanced.

"Okay, boy Fang, the joke ends here. I want to tell you in advance that practicing Tai Chi is a very boring thing. Sometimes you need to practice a move hundreds or thousands of times repeatedly. If you can't persist, then we don't have to waste each other's time." The old man finished eating the buns and his face darkened, and the other party lobbled seriously.

Fang You smiled, and the words he said were like water splashed out. How could he take them back? He nodded heavily, showing firmness, "Old man, I can persevere and I will never give up." Even when he was out of consciousness in the car accident, he could persist in crawling out a few meters with his hands, and even if he turned his nails over, he didn't care.

The only purpose of his practice of Tai Chi is to train his own state of mind. When he killed Zhou Lao Er and others in the tomb, he didn't think anything was wrong, but after killing someone, he became unconsciously afraid. Although after being enlightened by Mr. Chu, it only eliminated his guilt in his heart, thinking that those people should be killed, and he had a clear conscience.

But once it was late at night and he was the only one left, the tragic situation of Zhou Lao Er and his other people's deaths would appear in his mind. Sometimes, there was a little turbulence in the door, and he would get up from the bed and take a look.

If this continues, Fang You feels that the place where he sleeps will definitely be transformed into the land. Only in the land can he feel safe, just because the land is his country and only belongs to his own place.

After practicing one move for thousands of times, Fang You smiled, just in time to train his anxious mentality and calm down his heart. This is exactly what he wants.

"Okay, since you said you could persist, I can teach you now, but once you give up halfway, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life." As he spoke, the old man's expression gradually changed from seriousness to strictness. The words he said made Fang You feel a little scared, and his heart jumped unconsciously.

Fang You nodded again with a heavy focus, his eyes still firm and confident, "Old man, I will not give up halfway, I will definitely persevere."

"Well, then, let me tell me about the results of reading yesterday. After reading the book I gave you, do you have any insights?" The old man nodded, put his hands behind his back, and asked Fang You with expressionless face.

After recalling the books I read yesterday in my mind, Fang You pondered for a while, then said with a smile: "Old man, I think Tai Chi contains all things in the world, the ultimate principles of life, all things have yin and yang, Tai Chi has hard and softness. The biggest feature of Tai Chi is to use force to fight the force, and use slow to speed. Even if others have a fast speed, they are still based on Tai Chi, and their feet are divided into yin and yang, and they are still motionless."

The old man smiled. Although these principles were very simple, it was enough to see that this kid did work hard to read those books yesterday. Yesterday, the kid didn't understand anything. If he couldn't even explain these principles, there was no need to teach him Tai Chi again.

"Old man, I have some questions to ask you." Fang You thought for a while and decided to express his doubts, otherwise he would have a grudge against Tai Chi in his heart, which would definitely be affected when practicing Tai Chi.

The kid actually had problems. The old man looked at him in surprise, then smiled and said, "But it's okay."

"Old man, I once learned on TV and some books that Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang practiced Tai Chi. Why was Tai Chi so famous at that time that he could fight with so many martial arts masters? But now, although Tai Chi is popular, you can see that it is all the flowery poses used by old men and women for fitness. Has Tai Chi become a fitness exercise now? " Fang You said all the questions in his heart in one breath, and felt refreshed in his heart.

After hearing Fang You's question, the old man smiled and just said, "Do you think you are a martial arts master now, or are you a modern gun."

"Of course, the guns are powerful. There is a joke that no matter how high martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives, let alone modern hot weapons that are more powerful than kitchen knives." As soon as the old man finished speaking, Fang You blurted out that the development of modern hot weapons is absolutely rapid. As time goes by, these hot weapons are becoming more and more powerful. Even if all the martial arts masters in the novel appear, they can probably handle them all with just one missile. Of course, the premise is that they have to stand together.

Seeing Fang You still had doubts, the old man shook his head and spoke again, "It's not just Tai Chi, but some other circulating martial arts are slowly declining with the rapid development of modern society. What is needed to practice Tai Chi is time. Without decades of hard work, it is impossible to fight against others."

"A ordinary person can practice free fighting in a few months. It's okay to pick four or five people at a time. Which one is faster? And an ordinary person can turn a martial arts master into a bubble with a pistol in his hand. This is one of the reasons for the decline of martial arts. In this way, the legendary martial arts have long disappeared, and all the things that have been passed down are ordinary boxing techniques. The same is true for Tai Chi, not as powerful as Zhang Sanfeng on TV. Boy Fang, do you still have to learn it now?"

After listening to the old man's answer, Fang You had some clarity. He nodded and did not give up practicing Tai Chi for these reasons. "Old man, my main purpose of practicing Tai Chi is to cultivate my state of mind, not to rely on it to fight. I don't care at all whether it has power or not."

"Okay, it's a big taboo for us martial arts practitioners. Now, let's take a horse stance for two days first, and stabilize your chassis. Remember, my words will be everything in the future. You can ignore me, but you can leave too." Seeing Fang You's dissatisfaction, the old man said seriously. Once he started teaching, the old man was like a different person, cold and ruthless.

Seeing Fang You obediently stomping on horseback, the old man smiled, "This is for your own good. If the chassis is unstable, you can make a big move. If you haven't made it yet, I'm afraid you will fly out first."

Taking advantage of Fang You's horse stance, the old man introduced himself, "Boy Fang, remember my name. My name is Chen Zongyi. I have been practicing Chen's Tai Chi for more than fifty years since I was a child. I am one of the branches of Chen's Tai Chi."

"Chen's Tai Chi was created by Chen Wangting, the founder of Chen's family in the early Qing Dynasty, based on the 108 styles of long fist, which gathered the essence of many schools, combined with the principles of Yin and Yang and Five Elements of Yi, and referred to the methods of meridians of traditional Chinese medicine, guiding and vomiting techniques, which created a set of boxing techniques that combine Yin and Yang and combine hardness and softness. This is the origin of Chen's Tai Chi."
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