I just read it once, no, two times before and after, or even three times, and I quickly played it again, Xu Guangling already has some preliminary basic concepts of this Taijiquan, and it is estimated that its requirements are not far from the words "stable" and "accurate". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a sense, there are some similarities with the requirements of singing.

As a lyricist and composer, oh, no, no, Xu Guangling is far from being qualified to be a certain family at present, and he can only be said to be a person who has studied lyrics and composition, and he is naturally no stranger to singing.

When singing, in addition to the requirement of "quasi", but also to require "stability", accurate is the first requirement, and stability is the second requirement, accurate, the ups and downs of a tune are meaningful, otherwise, any tune can be hummed out of the same tune, secondly, stable, the expression or singing of a tune can really give people a "beautiful" enjoyment rather than torture.

If it is not accurate, it is called out of tune, and if it is unstable, it is called a ghost crying wolf.

Of course, sometimes, going out of tune can also give people a feeling of "my xx is so powerful, and I can run so cute", and the ghost crying wolf howl can also give people a feeling of "power", "explosive", "beyond the shackles" and so on.

In such cases, the blemish is not only not a blemish, but a unique beauty. Like Venus's broken arm, perfection is perfect.

But that's another story.

is still the old pine, Xu Guangling opened the frame, one board at a glance, with a calm frame and precise movements, the previous old man demonstrated a total of 36 styles of Taijiquan slowly from beginning to end.

Yes, this time it's slow, not like just now, two minutes.

This time it took three ...... Three times as many as three minutes, about ten minutes, is basically about one-third of the old man. This is not a time that Xu Guangling deliberately pursued, the previous two minutes were deliberately fast, and now this is natural.

After the fight, Xu Guangling sweated a little and walked back.

It should be said that it feels pretty good.

But when he came closer, Xu Guangling found that the old man's expression became stranger than just now. The eyes did not widen, but they did stare fiercely, Xu Guangling couldn't understand for a while what the old man was experiencing, or what he was expressing.

Astound?

Not really.

His movements can only be said to be standard, or barely accurate, but if Xu Guangling is allowed to evaluate himself, it is far from what the old man fought just now. How far is it? According to the scoring method, if the old man scores 100 points, his score is only 20 or 30 points at best.

One is on the basis of calmness, opening and closing to a certain extent, flowing smoothly, which makes people feel very comfortable to watch. Well, well, it's just that Xu Guangling feels very comfortable watching it.

For the time being, it's just a mechanical imitation.

After staring at it for a long time, the old man put away his strange expression, this time his face was expressionless, and asked Xu Guangling: "Housheng, when will you go back?"

"Well, it's okay for me to go back, sooner or later. Xu Guangling said, "Uncle, do you want to go back for breakfast?"

"I ate at the door, and when I went back, no one made it. The old man said.

"Then I'll eat with you, uncle, and I'll pay for you. Xu Guangling said with a smile.

"Haha, yes. I didn't expect that the old man would be able to teach art one day and earn money for breakfast. The old man's expressionless face was put away, and he said with laughter at this time. Xu Guangling also smiled, for a while, the old and young seemed to have a little bit of a match, and people who didn't know thought that this was the grandfather and grandson.

Led by the old man, he turned three times and two times, and quickly turned back to the place where Xu Guangling went out before.

"What do you eat?" asked the old man.

"I'm free, whatever I want. Xu Guangling replied, and said: "Uncle, my surname is Xu, my name is Xu Guangling, you can call me Xiao Xu." Xu Guangling listened to this afterlife, and it sounded awkward. Besides, the old man does have the virtue of teaching art, and it is polite to report a surname or something.

"Okay, I'll call you Xiao Xu. Don't be an uncle, the old man is two generations older than you, you are called an uncle, and the old man is called a generation shorter for nothing. The old man said, "My surname is Zhang, and I have a morning chapter, you can call me Zhang Lao, or call Lao Zhang." ”

Of course, Xu Guangling would not be so high or low, so he called "Zhang Lao." ”

Uncle, well, now it should be said that it is Zhang Lao, nodded, and then found a stall to sit down familiarly, and said to the stall owner: "Two bowls of tofu brain, one vegetarian bun." He said to Xu Guangling again: "Xiao Xu, I asked you for a bowl of tofu brain, what do you want?" ”

Xu Guangling asked for two fritters.

The stall owner is an old husband and wife, one is responsible for frying fritters or something, and the other is responsible for delivering and collecting money. Whether it's tofu brain, vegetarian buns, or fried dough sticks, they are all ready-made, and there aren't many people at the stall at this time, so they are served quickly.

Zhang Lao may have some old-fashioned practices, the kind of people who eat without saying anything, and did not talk to Xu Guangling during breakfast, but ate alone without hurry.

Xu Guangling cooperated with the speed a little.

After eating, Zhang Lao got up, Xu Guangling followed him for the time being, and walked slowly on the path outside the park, some distance away from the stall, Zhang Lao spoke and said: "Xiao Xu, you are a young man, it's not okay to eat so little, you can eat more in the future." ”

Xu Guangling nodded yes.

Then Zhang Lao said: "But it's best not to eat too much fritters, they contain lead, and eating too much is not good for your health." ”

Xu Guangling vaguely knew that there seemed to be such a thing, but he didn't pay much attention to this problem, and he still nodded yes at the moment.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Lao smiled, and then said: "Forget it, don't talk about it, it is said that the old man should not tell you this when we meet for the first time." And he said, "Xiao Xu, will you come over in the future?" I mean the park." ”

"If you don't bother me, Elder Zhang, I will ask you more about this Tai Chi in the morning. Xu Guangling said.

"I can't teach you anything. Zhang Lao shook his head, sighed slightly, and waved his hand again: "Okay, Xiao Xu, if you have something to do, go busy, old man, I will take a walk by myself, and go home by the way." ”

If it was ancient times, it is estimated that Xu Guangling would have bowed down or something, and at this time he just said yes, and then watched Zhang Lao leave.

About an hour later, Zhang Lao, who returned home, dialed the phone on the landline: "Hey, Lao Chen, it's me, Lao Zhang." Listen to me, Lao Chen, are you sure that your Tai Chi is unique to you? No one else will? There is no video material on the Internet or anything?"

The other end of the phone seemed to have been insulted: "How is it possible on the Internet? Which of these three people would put the video on the Internet? Me? or you?"

"And your son. Zhang Lao said.

"! if you continue to be so indecent, you're my son!"

Zhang Lao was not to be outdone, and his voice was also very loud: "Turtle son, let me tell you, you prick up your ears and listen! Today I met a young man, and he watched me fight again, and then it will be." I told him to fight again, and guess what, that frame is more than five years of fighting than me, no, more Zhou Zheng than I have been fighting for ten years!"

"Old man Zhang, I said, are you confused, or have you not woken up yet?" This time, the voice on the other end of the phone became quieter.

Zhang Lao's answer was that he didn't answer, and directly deducted the phone.

Two seconds later, the phone screamed.