It happened so quickly that everyone hadn't realized what was going on.

Xu Ming rubbed his eyes and found that he was not dazzled. There was really a master of crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Wushan Square. I really couldn't tell that this old man who practices Tai Chi was actually a master of Tai Chi.

Xu Zhijie was excited. He searched everywhere without any effort when he got it. It was really surprising that the world was so small.

"Master, you're so good at it." Xu Zhijie said, staring at the old man who was still slow in practicing Tai Chi.

"Haha, nothing? Young man, you have to look at all directions when practicing martial arts, and listen to all directions!" The old man said slowly, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Hehe, we were accidentally asked for more advice from the teacher!" Xu Zhijie, who was so embarrassed that his old face turned slightly red, said embarrassedly. To put it bluntly, Xu Zhijie is not good at martial arts at all, but his strength, feeling, speed and reaction are much stronger than ordinary people.

Xu Zhijie pulled Ling Tai over and trembled in the back of his head, and said angrily: "You were blind just now, but fortunately they are good at kung fu, so hurry up, apologize to the old man."

"Old man, I'm sorry, I'm too hard, please forgive me." Ling Tai touched his head and did not lose his temper. Instead, he said very humbly. If he met a master, he would not be able to accept it. He was turned around by the old man in the air just now, and his head was almost dizzy.

"It's okay, it's okay, just be careful in the future!" The old man just finished this set of fists, stopped, looked at Xu Zhijie and Ling Tai and said politely, his eyes kept looking at Xu Zhijie and Ling Tai, and nodded in his heart. It's really rare to have two martial arts roots.

"Old man, I saw you just now, so awesome!" Ling Tai flattered when he met a master. This was taught by his father. He refused to give a respect to the master. Be careful of suffering. If you flatter more, you might get some benefits.

"It's nothing, nothing, it's just a leverage to force." The old man waved his hand and smiled. As expected, everyone loves to eat flattery.

"Old man's surname? Can you accept us as disciples and teach us both?" Xu Zhijie naturally refused to let go of the Tai Chi master with white hair in front of him, and patted Ling Tai and Xu Ming to remind him.

The boss said, but he didn't listen quickly, "Master!" Ling Tai and Xu Ming shouted quickly.

"Oh, my surname is Yang, my name is Yang Tian, ​​just call me Uncle Yang. Don't call me Master. If you want to learn, just practice with everyone." In love, Old Man Yang practices Tai Chi here every day, and the people who practice with these people were also practicing with Old Man Yang Tian, ​​and they are not a master-apprentice relationship.

It seems that Mr. Yang has no idea and teaches them Tai Chi so generously.

As Xu Zhijie and others were just getting started, Mr. Yang was willing to talk about the Tai Chi scriptures to demonstrate the movements and explain the Tai Chi scriptures.

"Tai Chi two qualities, the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the closure of movement and stillness, softness and hardness;"

"Bending and stretching, advancing, retreating, survival, and death, opening and closing, changing and constant;"

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"I will take more points, and I will win the power of my body, and one man will be the pass, and tens of thousands of people will lose their courage;"

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"There is no trace, and the wonderful hands are empty. If there are ghosts and gods who help me with the empirical spirit, I don't know that my heart is only respectful." (quoted from "Tai Chi Jing Tu", author Chen Xin)

Xu Zhijie opened his eyes. Although he had read the boxing scores that the old man had already read, he was still confused and confused without a master's demonstration. Chinese martial arts emphasizes one's understanding, teaching according to his aptitude depends entirely on the development of personal ability.

Many very vague places, Xu Zhijie kept asking questions. Mr. Yang talked about his learning and questions in detail, and explained many questions from Xu Zhijie, which benefited a lot.

Before we knew it, it was already two hours, and the people who practiced morning gradually dispersed.

Since the school still had to attend classes, Xu Zhijie and others had to finish their efforts unsatisfiedly and say goodbye to Mr. Yang, but they still made an appointment to continue learning Tai Chi here the next day.

Mr. Yang rubbed his beard and watched Xu Zhijie and others leave, nodded, and said to himself, "Young people are so terrifying." Among these three, Ling Tai has a good sense of martial arts. Xu Ming has a fast grasp of Tai Chi meaning, but the most powerful one is Xu Zhijie, who seems to be the boss among the three. He has understood the essence of Tai Chi in a short while. The sound of wind and thunder is hidden in the wave of his hands. This skill has never been seen in the martial arts world today. Moreover, in the practice of Tai Chi cloud hands, Xu Zhijie's adhesion and inducement of the power of Xu Zhijie has made great progress. Sometimes, even Yang Bo almost couldn't stabilize Xu Zhijie's power.

If Xu Zhijie hadn't changed his performance too significantly, it would have been impossible to see that this young man had never been exposed to Tai Chi before, and he had already had a 20-year-old age in just two hours.

In just two hours, Xu Zhijie had already vaguely grasped the essence of Tai Chi and learned a new method of breathing and breathing. The true qi in his body seemed to have entered a regular circulation and flow. The feeling of true qi was more obvious. He was no longer freely running around in the past, just like an internal manifestation of the Tai Chi brocade mantra.

Ling Tai was also interested in it. He had some martial arts foundation, but he made great progress in practicing Tai Chi first. According to his ideas, Tai Chi is the skill of defeating the strong with the weak. If it is used on him, a stronger person, wouldn’t it be stronger? He was also attracted to it. His evaluation of Tai Chi is far better than the hard qigong he learned before and the fighting technique he captured.

Xu Ming was just joining in the fun. Although his understanding of Tai Chi was second only to Xu Zhijie, he was not so patient. After practicing for a long time, it was obvious. To him, Tai Chi was to draw the pattern of Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish with both hands, and at the same time, it was used to drive the forward and reverse rotation of the Yin and Yang fish. No matter what Tai Chi moves, they all operate in this rule, and the virtual and real changes of power are naturally realized with the rotation of the Yin and Yang fish. There is no need to deliberately exert force. Tai Chi is essentially an infinitely changing arc, using the movement trajectory of the arc to accumulate and resolve strength. The so-called Tai Chi sword large round covers and small circles are all for laymen to look at the way. It is just an arc connected to another arc, which is continuous and continuous. Only the arc with constant changes can guide the force and achieve the effect of leveraging force, using force to move a thousand pounds, and turning a circle and a wishful way.

Although Xu Ming is lazy and is not a natural martial arts material, his unique view on Tai Chi has made Uncle Yang look at him with admiration. He has no real ability, but there are many fallacies.

For two consecutive days, Ling Tai and Xu Ming followed Xu Zhijie to learn Tai Chi with Mr. Yang in Wushan Square. This profound martial arts allowed Xu Zhijie to understand many martial arts principles. All methods return to the ancestrality. The martial arts and skills of different sects all have their similarities. Yang Bo has practiced Tai Chi since he was a child and has been immersed in Tai Chi skills for decades. He is extremely profound. At the same time, he also knows the martial arts skills of other sects. This pair of Xu Zhijie and the other three opened the door to martial arts and learned many tricks that are unknown to the outside world.

In the early morning, Xu Zhijie arrived at Wushan Square early, and Uncle Yang started morning exercises at Wushan Square at six o'clock every day.

But today is strange. It’s past six o’clock and there is no sign of Uncle Yang. I ask the people who usually practice Tai Chi with Uncle Yang.

Ling Tai also arrived at this time, "Boss, it's so early!"

Xu Zhijie looked behind Ling Tai, but Xu Ming was not seen. He asked strangely: "Where is Xu Ming, why are you the only one here?"

"That kid, a lazy guy, said that practicing martial arts is too boring, so I won't come today." Ling Tai waved his hand. In his eyes, Xu Ming will always be a sinister and cunning villain who can only make secrets and do things with insidious tricks and dare not do things openly.

But today is strange. It’s past six o’clock and there is no sign of Uncle Yang. I ask the people who usually practice Tai Chi with Uncle Yang.

"Forget it, he is not this material, don't wait for him, why haven't Uncle Yang come yet!" A trace of uneasiness flashed through Xu Zhijie's heart.

But today is strange. It’s past six o’clock and there is no sign of Uncle Yang.

"Go and ask, aren't many people practicing Tai Chi with Uncle Yang?" Ling Tai also felt something was wrong.

Xu Zhijie asked people who usually practice Tai Chi with Uncle Yang. Everyone else knew that Uncle Yang was never late, but he didn't know why it was so abnormal today. At this time, an aunt pointed out: "Young man, Uncle Yang may be in poor health today. He lives in Building Z, District X, Binjiang District."

"Boss, Uncle Yang is not here anymore. What should we do? Let's continue practicing here when we get home!" Ling Tai looked at Xu Zhijie.

"Uncle Yang may be in poor health. Let's go and see him and buy some supplements by the way. He is still old." Xu Zhijie said. Although in just a few days, Xu Zhijie has already become a year-old friend with Uncle Yang who has been in love for several years. One old and one young, and both sides have benefited a lot on common topics.

Xu Zhijie and Ling Tai left Wushan Square and went to Mr. Yang's home. The road was not far away. It was only half an hour away. They just walked and chatted to find Mr. Yang's home while they were looking for Mr. Yang's home while checking if there were any fruit shops on the way, and buying some fruits or something so as not to come to the door empty-handed.

As soon as I passed an intersection, I saw a bunch of people surrounding a BMW, and the traffic police, with lights flashing.

It seems like a traffic accident.

Xu Zhijie didn't care. If there were too many such things, it was mostly caused by the driver driving too fast. Good cars often used this. They accelerated quickly and had a low center of gravity. They kept stepping on the accelerator if they were not careful. If they were not careful, it would be easy to make a story.

"Oh, it's really dangerous. A little guy came out halfway through the street."

"That's right, it's too dangerous, I almost lost my life."

"If it weren't for an old man wearing a black training suit rushing out and blocking him, Xiao Yi would hit him to death."

Hearing this, Xu Zhijie and Ling Tai stopped suddenly and looked at each other. Their psychology was reflected on their faces. It was not good. Uncle Yang just wore a black training suit in the morning.

At this time, someone said again: "This old man is so quick to move. He rushed out as soon as he saw Xiaoya."

"That's right, Xiaoya is fine. The old man has a white hair and a white beard. He is a bit older. He blocked a move for that Xiaoya. He went half his life and the driver was tragically lost."

Xu Zhijie rushed up and grabbed the speaker's clothes and said anxiously: "How is the old man?" His anxiety was beyond words.

The person who was grabbed by Xu Zhijie's collar seemed a little scared, and quickly said stammeringly: "Listen, I heard that after the accident, the old man seemed to be fine, but after putting the child down, he suddenly fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Someone from behind called 120 and sent him to the hospital." His face turned red as he spoke, and he seemed to be unable to stand the strength of Xu Zhijie's hands.

"Ling Tai, let's go." Xu Zhijie looked at the BMW 745 that was slightly deformed by the front of the car. The driver had long disappeared. He quickly let go and pulled Ling Tai and rang to the hospital.

"Huh, what a young man, he has such a strong force." The person who was asked had tidy up his collar. He almost felt that his feet were hanging in the air and his breathing was not normal. He was almost scared by Xu Zhijie's strength.

A Chinese taxi rushed from a distance, and a brake was stopped at the entrance of XX Hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, Xu Zhijie pushed the door out and rushed into the hospital, constantly attracting the attention of people around him, but he did not take the surprise eyes of the surroundings at all. Although Uncle Yang had only taught him martial arts for a few days, his deep affection and decades of friendship were well known that many of the secrets taught to him by Uncle Yang were untold in the martial arts world, which allowed him to easily unveil the mystery of martial arts. Even among his fellow disciples, he might not have taught him a little about his age. His friendship with Uncle Yang made him find a hint of warmth in this cold society.

Looking at the boss, he pushed open the car door and left to pay the fare, Ling Tai also smiled bitterly and shook his head. Xu Zhijie's anxious attitude had been seen for a long time. Along the way, Xu Zhijie's nervous expression made the taxi driver think something big had happened. He snatched the road and overtook the car all the way, almost exerting his profound driving skills for more than ten years, and almost offended the traffic police along the way. It seems that it is inevitable to fine three or four points. Thinking about it, he has not had any accidents, and he can obtain a lifetime driver's license and exemption from inspection based on the record of not having a traffic accident for fifteen years. It is really a waste of time.

"No need to look for it," Ling Tai chased Xu Zhijie down.

"Thank you, go slowly!" The driver was not overly surprised. Everyone who arrived at the hospital must be anxious. Although there are few urgent methods like Xu Zhijie who are angry, they are not a normal behavior. No one can get rid of the disaster or two diseases.

"Doctor, doctor, ask where are the injured people in the traffic accident on Binjiang Road that were sent by 120 just now." Xu Zhijie was anxious and asked, pulling every doctor and nurse who passed by him.

"Oh, I've just been sent to the emergency room."

As soon as he got the answer, Xu Zhijie rushed to the emergency room on the second floor.

At the door of the emergency room at the end of the second floor aisle, a group of people were arguing around something.

"No, it's not possible. You have to pay the deposit first." said a man who looked like a doctor.

"Doctor, can you please give me some advice and first aid first? It's important to save people!" A middle-aged man, Xu Zhijie, recognized this man, and followed Uncle Yang to practice Tai Chi every morning, but he stood far away, but Xu Zhijie still remembered him.

"I haven't told you that you are annoying. This is a hospital. You have to pay a deposit first for emergency treatment. The deposit of 30,000 yuan cannot be lost. This is the rule, and I can't make the decision." A doctor said, "A man like a doctor, holding a gold-rimmed glasses, with his face as if he was taken for granted.

"What, don't be unreasonable. We don't have enough money today. Can't we use it to make up for it later?" The man's face was in a state of extreme anxiety, and his tone was almost begging.

"I am a hospital here. I have to eat, not a charity person. We will only treat you after you pay the money. Now there are many people who don't pay for the treatment. I can't afford this responsibility." The doctor still had a expressionless face and thought he was heartbroken to enact the hospital rules and regulations.

"Human life is at stake, you can't be so conscienceless!" A young man in a police uniform next to him said angrily.

"I also make a living by salary. If I violate the hospital regulations and I have to be deducted from my salary, should I let my family drink the Northwest?" The doctor glanced at the policeman and said with a look of a fledgling rookie, no matter what policeman you are, it will fall into our hands even if you are injured or sick.

"Come to your dean." The middle man seemed to be angry with liberation, and the anger in his eyes seemed to turn the doctor into ashes in one breath.

"I'm not here, I'm going to have a meeting." The doctor's tone became even colder, and he seemed to have no time to get on with these people.

The nurses next to him seemed to be unable to bear it and opened their mouths to speak, but the doctor glared at him and shook his words back. It seemed that the doctor had considerable power in the hospital.

"When will you come back?" asked the young policeman.

"It's a week to get up." The doctor looked down on the policeman a little. Why did he speak like a rookie? The language already stated that it was useless to find the dean, and he had to keep asking.

"Where are other people in charge? Come find me." The middle-aged man's face turned blue, and his fists were pinching his head and clattered.

"Are you annoyed? Don't disturb my work anymore, I'm leaving." The doctor seemed a little annoyed by these people and left on his own.

"Slow!" A palpitations of air vibration echoed in the corridor. Although the sound was not loud, it seemed to contain huge power, which made everyone feel unstable in their qi and blood.

"Ah! Who are you? What do you want to do?" The doctor screamed and retreated, his legs unsteadily standing, as if he was about to sit on the ground at any time. The word "slow" shocked him so hard that he could not move forward, pushing him back like an invisible wall.

A young man with a gloomy face appeared in front of everyone. He looked old, but as he approached step by step, it seemed to drive the air around him. The surface of his clothes fluctuated like water marks, and his whole person looked like a mountain.

Xu Zhijie heard all the clamor at the door of the emergency room. This kind of thing happened in the hospital, a place where healed the wounded, and there was no money, and the matter of life that was related to human life was just a joke. Where is the law of nature and the morality of medical treatment? Xu Zhijie already felt that he could tolerate it, and that was unbearable. Human hearts were so sinister that the doctors would not save them when they were dead and only talked about money. So human nature, such a beast doctor was simply a shame for human beings.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but scream when he saw this strange phenomenon. This was an external manifestation of the internal energy in martial arts. He had been a master of Yang and had studied Tai Chi for twenty years. He was also a little famous in the martial arts world. He knew that when martial arts was profound, the internal true energy would appear. He had been practicing hard for so many years. The young man in front of him actually had the external characteristics of the true energy that the older generation of martial arts masters had told each other. This skill can be said to be only in legends.

He also recognized this young man. He had just learned Tai Chi with his master for a few days and made rapid progress. Today he showed this skill. He was really not good at being handsome. No wonder his master treated him differently. He taught him many secrets that were not passed on in the master's sect. However, it seems that this young man is willing to stand up, which is not in vain for his efforts. His master usually has nothing to blame for his own private affairs. His level is not enough, but thanks to him, he has learned a lot from his secrets. At that time, the master did not miss the person he had read wrongly. He was a passionate man, much better than this doctor who had eaten for decades of free meals.
To be continued...