From morning to afternoon, Yang Bin took Zhang Hui to climb over several mountains and waded through several rivers. The heavy luggage could not stop the joyful heart. Listen, the blue birds singing melodiously. Look, the dreamy blue-tailed butterfly danced, coming gracefully, and leaving gracefully. Like the Xiaomeng of Li Daci, "Xiaomeng follows the sparse bell, slivering the clouds. The fate is still there, and we meet the calyglass. The autumn wind is rogue, blowing all the flowers in the jade well. Look at the lotus roots like boats, and eating dates like melons together. Not to mention that walking in the mountains and forests seems to be a kind of free and easy freedom, but there are no lotus pods, and even if you can't find them, there are many mushrooms. A little girl picking mushrooms, holding a mace in her hand... Hey! It seems that she was singing wrong. Anyway, I just feel good in my heart. No matter how I describe it, I feel really good at home.

Taking advantage of the night, Yang Bin hurried back to school with Zhang Hui. Looking at the familiar places, he felt that there were several time and space apart. He arranged Zhang Hui's accommodation and made a call to the old mayor while cooking in the hut.

"Oh! Xiao Yang, you are finally back. How is it? It's going well!" the old mayor said on the phone.

"Well! It's pretty good, I'll pick up another student. By the way! Old mayor! Did Lin Ling's family come to find you?" Yang Bin said.

"I've come early, I'll arrange their family in our town guesthouse! This family is so pitiful, especially that mother, who is so evil!" said the old town mayor.

In the morning, Lin San's family arrived in the town, and the old town mayor personally received it. The family was a small, old, and a mother was carried over by the people from their village. Looking at the family, the old town mayor touched tears on his back. Yang Bin did not call him, but he tried his best to help with anything related to Yang Bin, not to mention that this family deserves sympathy.

"It's good to come, it's good to come! By the way, the old mayor wants to trouble you. Look at who is better at building a house in the town, please look for me. I promised that Lin Ling's family would set up a convenience store next to the school, so..." After hearing that Lin Ling's family arrived in the town, the big stone in Yang Bin's heart fell. However, it's not enough to just go to the town. You have to fulfill the promise, otherwise they will rely on how to survive.

"What's the matter? I'll find you a few craftsmen tomorrow. It will take less than two days to guarantee that you will build a beautiful house for you." The old mayor patted his chest and said.

"Those, I'll ask you to get old!" Yang Bin thanked.

After calling for more than ten minutes, Yang Bin went to the classroom door again to call Zhang Hui who was tidying up her clothes. The two were busy rushing and walked for a whole day without eating anything. So Yang Bin laid some noodles in his dormitory, which was a reward for the hard work of two days.

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The sky turned from dark to brighter, and the crescent moon seemed very unwilling to pass by in a hurry. She also wanted to leave a touch of moonlight to say hello to the sun brother, saying that I had been there. At five o'clock in the morning, Yang Bin was woken up by the alarm clock he set. He endured the idea of ​​continuing to sleep and started his first exercise here.

Fighting with Zhang Daniu made Yang Bin seriously realize his shortcomings. He only had a lot of theoretical knowledge, but could not resist any practical tricks. This is like a text we learned in elementary school. If you want to do it without doing it, it is exaggeration. If you only do it without thinking, it is stupid. Yang Bin was so excited that he was serious today. No matter how tired he was, he had to practice.

"A big watermelon, cut two halves with one knife, half for him, and the other half..." Tai Chi moved slowly with Yang Bin's body. Yang Bin's mouth was full of words and began to pose the Tai Chi starting style, then the wild horse split the mane, and the crane spread its wings... Tai Chi's moves were already deeply rooted in Yang Bin's heart, and what he lacked was an opportunity to practice.

The word Tai Chi was first seen in "Yi Zhuan·Xici". The book records that "In ancient times, Fuxi was the king of the world. When he looked up, he looked at the image in the sky, and when he looked down, he looked at the method in the earth. The text of watching birds and beasts was suitable for the earth, and when he took the body and objects from the distance, he started to write the Eight Trigrams." It was originally related to astronomical meteorology and the distance and near direction of the region, and was later further explained by Neo-Confucianists in the Song Dynasty in a philosophical way.

But now we are talking about Tai Chi refers to Tai Chi, which is contrary to the original meaning of the word Tai Chi, and it is incompatible with the wind, horse and cow. Where Tai Chi begins with random thoughts, it is really hard to say.

Some people say that Tai Chi began with Zhang Jun, who was created by Zhang Sanfeng at the age of 99, and came to Wudang Meibao. According to legend, Zhang Sanfeng saw the cry of an eagle outside on the back mountain of Wudang. He walked along with the sound and found a snake and an eagle "fighting". When the eagle attacked the head of the snake, the snake used its tail to fight back; when the eagle attacked the tail of the snake, the snake used its head to attack the eagle; when the eagle attacked the middle of the snake, the head and tail of the snake attacked the eagle together. In the end, the eagle that wanted to eat snake meat had to escape in panic. Seeing this scene, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have some understanding. Isn’t this the stump of Tai Chi and the yin and yang that I have repeatedly comprehended? It turns out that the principle of Tai Chi also prolongs life in nature, so I thought of creating Tai Chi and Tai Chi sword.

Some people also say that Tai Chi originated in Chenjiagou in the mid-17th century. Chen Wangtinglai from Chenjiagou, He/Nanwen/ County. Based on the boxing techniques of his family, he absorbed the strengths of many martial arts, integrated the ideas of Yixue, traditional Chinese medicine, etc., and created a new boxing technique with yin and yang opening and closing, hardness and softness, and both internal and external cultivation, and named it Tai Chi.

However, no matter who creates it, everything changes will never be separated from it. Tai Chi's thoughts have not changed. Yin and Yang interact with each other, and weak defeat strong. With the intention, energy, form, and spirit, gradually tend to be a harmonious spirit, and to integrate the natural harmony and strengthen the body, it tends to a strong and peaceful soul in a person's heart. This is Tai Chi, and this is the truth of Tai Chi.

There was not a ray of sunshine in the sky, and the white crescent moon was still hanging high in the sky. It seemed to want to talk to Brother Sun to talk about its thoughts. Yang Bin held his last posture and felt the silence brought by the mountains calmly. The thick fog filled the entire hills, and the blurred green pine forest in the distance stretched to an invisible place. The insects that were crying low at night could no longer help but feel the fatigue of carnival, and the birds cried from time to time just flashed by, not bringing much movement to this quiet world.

Tai Chi is just an appetizer that Yang Bin practices, followed by the internal breathing technique. Speaking of internal kung fu, everyone calls it magical and magical. Is the invisible aura really so mysterious? Is the qi of the dantian as it is written in the novel and TV. In fact, Yang Bin doesn't know either, because he only knows the techniques and moves, what kind of experience and what the result is. Maybe he can really use a sword to cross the river with a reed, or this is just a technique of qihuang that can make people's energy and spirit change.

Fresh air rushes towards us, and Yang Bin, who is sitting cross-legged on the big rock in front of the school, quickly settles in this delicate world, and inhales, and vomits, as if spring is blooming, as if spring is coming and winter is coming. The body accepts the changes brought by the air, and the pores are moisturized by oxygen. The smell of flowers, the smell of weeds, and the smell of nature permeates the skin and nourishes the blood.

The aunt who cooks in the school has started to cook delicious meals in the newly built shed. The students who are used to getting up early have already gotten up one after another and tidy up their personal outfits. The old town mayor called for help to craftsmen to start busy in the open space north of the school. Five classrooms, one school, one becomes Yang Bin's office and bedroom, the other two, one boy's dormitory, one goddess dormitory, and the last one becomes a canteen.

The reasonable arrangement makes this dilapidated school rejuvenate at this moment, and the children's laughter and joking fill the entire space. They are all sixteen or seventeen years old, all with a different kind of youth. They are lively and cute. They look at the whole world with their big eyes. They remember the scenery of the campus with their hazy youth.

At 7:30 in the morning, the children who had breakfast walked into the classroom very consciously and read their own books without anyone making arrangements. Yang Bin was very satisfied. This is the difference between the mountains and the city. In the mountains, every child cherishes the opportunity to read, and every child cherishes this hard-won campus time. They dare not waste it, nor can they waste it. Even if they don’t see the teacher for two days, they still understand what they want and how they should do it.

Yang Bin held three DVD discs and two thin A4 papers in his hand. This is the class he was going to take today, and this is what he was going to do on the first day of school today.

"Classmates!" Yang Bin walked onto the three-foot podium, and said very directly, regardless of what the students below were doing.

"My teacher!" answered in unison, as if rehearsed.

"People, please sit down! I won't say much nonsense teacher. Let's not talk about what I know when I call you, because I believe that to make a person remember you, first of all, you have to give people the reason to remember you. I remember when I was in school, my teacher said that when you graduate, the teacher only remembers two kinds of people, one is a good child with good academic performance and good character and academic performance. The other is a bad student who reads the books of heaven all day and only likes to fight. Except for these two kinds of people, the others will slowly and selectively forget over time." Yang Bin put the things in his hand and said.

"My name is Yang Bin, Wen Wu Bin. Wen can determine the country and martial arts and can maintain stability. This is my name. What I said above means is not to let you be bad students in fighting, nor to let you be nerds who only know how to read. What do I mean to make people remember you? Please use your imagination and use your expertise to make people remember you and never forget it. This is my requirement." Yang Bin turned around and picked up chalk and wrote his name on the new blackboard.
Chapter completed!