Chapter 142: The Beauty of Tai Chi
Lin Qinghe suddenly looked back and saw a person walking slowly, with a gentle smile on his face, wearing a white robe, with square steps, elegant and calm.
The man walked to her side, still with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, very gentle, and said: "Presumably this is Miss Qinghe, under Murong Yuan, she is Liu Dalong's junior brother, and Miss Jiuyang's name." β
Lin Qinghe bowed slightly, with a smile on his plain face, and said, "I've seen Murong Gongzi." β
Murong Yuan is a very handsome man, with a good figure, a golden ratio, and always a gentle smile on his face, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze.
His voice was also gentle, with a hint of laziness, and said: "I hope that the willfulness of the subordinates is not abrupt, and Miss is not abrupt." β
Lin Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "No." β
"I heard that Miss's martial arts are good, I want to learn about it, I wonder if Miss can teach me?"
"Don't dare, you are the junior disciple of Liu Huyuan, and your martial arts are naturally not weak, I will definitely not be your opponent."
"Being able to fight with several fierce beasts in the beast field, and killing one of them, and being able to assist the King of Fengling to exterminate the bandits in Black Wind Mountain, these two points seem to show that Miss's martial arts are really not weak, and I really want to ask Miss for advice."
It seems that this guy really loves martial arts, and when he meets a good martial artist, he doesn't care if others want to or not, he wants to come up and compete, and he is really a martial arts idiot.
Lin Qinghe said: "Since this is the case, then please." β
The two of them posed under the red flowers of this tree, and when Lin Qinghe was fighting alone, he liked to use Tai Chi very much.
This kind of martial arts is her favorite to use, and it is extremely difficult for others to learn, and it is much more useful than sandang.
Lin Qinghe's white crane flashed its wings, Murong Yuan couldn't help but smile faintly when he looked at it, such a simple starting move was used on a cold woman like Lin Qinghe, which had a unique charm.
Murong Yuan smiled and said, "You are a woman, I will let you make three moves, and let you make the first move." β
"Concession."
Lin Qinghe is definitely not polite to him, this guy's martial arts should be good, but it seems to be a bit underestimated.
Fortunately, Lin Qinghe's Tai Chi is not only tightly defended, not dripping, but also attacking like a cloud, it looks like she is walking among the flowers, but every move and style can definitely make people feel extremely powerful.
When Murong Yuan started, he still secretly thought in his heart: "This Miss Qinghe looks cold, and her body and martial arts seem to be very ordinary, after all, she is a woman, and she walks a feminine path, but her martial arts seem to be really not good, just like embroidery." β
However, after walking twenty moves, Murong Yuan realized how naΓ―ve his thoughts were.
He couldn't help but be amazed in his heart, "The martial arts that look like embroidery can be defended so tightly, and no matter how much strength it has, when it comes to her, it turns into a wisp of breeze and gently disperses." β
Murong Yuan is known for his strong and powerful moves, and he is very confident in his strength, even if it is a rock, it will shake when he hits it with a palm, but at this time, it is completely useless, and the fierce palm wind hits her body, as if the mud sinks into the sea, and it seems to hit the cotton, not showing any of his strength at all, it is really terrifying.
Lin Qinghe's hands were still waving lightly in the air, graceful and slow, as if she hadn't seen his attacking moves, and even her eyes were closed, indulging in her alone world, outsiders couldn't influence her at all.
Murong Yuan became more and more frightened, and couldn't help but secretly think in his heart: "This young lady is really not in vain, although her eyes are closed, but her heart can see, my every move is in her control, and she is completely restrained." β