Yang Yanyuan.

Yang's Tai Chi *** descendant.

The uncle of Zhang Shaofan, the president of the Chinese Tai Chi Association, and Zhang Qinghe, the only descendant of Shaolin internal strength, are known as the two saints of contemporary martial arts, and the latter's close disciple is the famous Shi Dejian, the inheritor of Shaolin Zen martial arts.

Tai Chi this kung fu, because the essence is gradually lost, has become the reason for many people to question the true xing of the national arts, the national arts, only kill the enemy, do not perform, but most people practice Tai Chi, more like a weak dance, not as good as the aunts' square dance with strength, how to kill?

This is a doubt in the hearts of many Chinese people.

The young man who learned Tai Chi with the old man Yang Yanyuan has never questioned Tai Chi, if it is flashy, Tai Chi will not be passed down to this day, and it will not create so many invincible masters all over the world, including Yang Luchan, the founder of Yang's Tai Chi, moreover, after nearly 20 years of martial arts, the young man knows the breadth and profundity of national arts.

At present, the old man and the old lady practice Taijiquan, from Yang Luchan taught the simplified version of the children of the Qing royal family and nobles, the pampered children of the royal family were hollowed out by the wine early, the essence is weak and weak, can not practice the internal skills, let alone endure hardships, can only learn a simplified version of the Taijiquan moves, exercise the body.

In the 80s of the last century, because the great people of the Southern Tour loved Taijiquan, the people below voted for it, in order to be able to quickly promote Taijiquan in the country, and the simplified version was simplified again, which is now Taijiquan, which is plausible.

True Tai Chi is rare in the world.

The handsome young man is fortunate to worship the unborn Yang Yanyuan as his teacher and learn the essence of Tai Chi, how can he not be excited, which is also his only hope for recovering his undefeated majesty.

in the gazebo.

At first glance, it looks like the old man and old lady in the park practice things, but in fact it looks like a god, this boxing method implies the Taoist internal strength of luck, with the intention of qi, through the meridians, and the yin and yang.

When the young man is standing at the recruitment station, he is sweating profusely, which is not tired, with luck, turning the external qi into internal breath, and the filth and turbidity in the body, he will sweat.

In layman's terms, it's detoxifying.

"You have good roots, a better foundation, you have been in the hall for more than half a year, you can be described as a genius, none of my Yang family children are like you, if not, why should I go against the teachings of my ancestors and teach you all the fist and heart ** methods." The old man stared at the young man standing still, sighing faintly, relieved and helpless.

Yang's Taiji, like Chen's Taiji, is only inherited within the family, and the male is not passed on to the female, as a last resort, it will never be given to outsiders, not that the ancestors of the Chen and Yang families who set the rules are too selfish, and it is difficult for outsiders to speculate.

"These manuscripts are my experience in practicing boxing for 70 years, you can take them and figure them out." The old man handed the cloth bag to the young man, and the young man opened the cloth bag, which contained a thick stack of manuscripts, and each page was written with a brush in block letters.

The young man said movingly: "Thank you, master"

"Between master and apprentice, there is no need to say thank you, next, you don't need my guidance every day, you practice more every day and think more, the experience recorded in the manuscript, if you don't understand something, come to Meijiawu to find me." The old man twisted a few sparse white beards on his chin, smiled slightly, turned around, and floated away.

The young man bowed to the old man's distant back, grateful to the old man for his open-mindedness, and taught him the best arts, and was also glad that God favored him.

In March in Hangzhou, it is warm and cold, sunny days, the temperature can soar to more than 20 degrees, it is no problem to wear shorts and half sleeves, if it is rainy, it is wet and cold, most people wear down jackets to go out.

The young man stopped at the Wangjiang Pavilion of Phoenix Mountain, where there are few tourists, watched the rising sun, took off his soaked shirt, exposed his muscles and filled the upper body full of masculine beauty, his chest and back, and the scars were shocking, and he didn't know how many unknown bloody legends he symbolized.

This scar also represents a person, Yang Chen.

Yes, the young man is Yang Chen, who has evaporated from the world for more than half a year, and it seems that the city of Hangzhou has a fate with him and has become his dormant place.

Hibernation sometimes thinks it's an escape, but there is no other choice, in order to recover as soon as possible, in order to avoid the hunt of the Hades Shrine, it must be done.

Whether it's dormant or avoiding, he doesn't think it's a shameful thing, whoever has the last laugh is the real winner.

Liu Bang was scared like a lost dog by Xiang Yu countless times, but later generations only praised Xiang Yu's bravery, which was used to set off the wisdom and martial arts of Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty.

When you are the weakest, you are blindly strong, which is looking for death.

Yang Chen let the sweat on his body dry, touched his chest and back, no longer sticky to his hands, got dressed, rode down the mountain along the stone road, and arrived at Huanglong Stadium on time at half past nine.

The exterior of the stadium is almost all rented out, with KTV, restaurants, performance halls, and bars, which almost replace the Jinmen Bar Street on Nanshan Road and become the epitome of Hangzhou's nightlife.

Yang Chen works at this fitness club called "Meidefei".

This guy has money, go to work, one of the ways to pass the time to get to know the city, work in the gym, it is also convenient to exercise, lock the bicycle, he went up to the third floor from the elevator next to the south gate of the stadium, and when he got out of the elevator, he took out the key to open the door, and then went to the locker room to change into work clothes and start working.

Patrol Instructor.

The most ordinary kind of trainer in the gym.

Mainly responsible for instructing novices how to use the equipment correctly, the monthly salary is 3,000, which is much worse than the personal trainer who provides services for regular customers.

In the huge field, Yang Chen walked around, came to a comprehensive training machine, on a whim, increased the weight to the maximum, sat on it, held the high tension lever, and slowly pulled it down.

Halfway through, the meridians were in severe pain, Yang Chen let go with a wry smile, this weight, put it aside, it was a hair, but now, he can't do anything.

"You kid can really toss, adjust this gear, who can pull it open?"

A sturdy young man spoke, slowly walking towards Yang Chen, he was very handsome and had a great figure, probably because he deliberately wore a trim shirt, and the muscle lines outlined by the clothes seemed to be more explosive than Yang Chen's muscles.

Ah Zhuo, the personal trainer of the club, serves regular customers, the master of the eight faces, is very proud in his bones, and recently hooked up with a rich woman who often comes to the gym, and the Mercedes-Benz car key in his hand is a gift from the rich woman.

"I'm fooling around." Yang Chen smiled implicitly.

"Beware of straining muscles." Ah Zhuo patted Yang Chen on the shoulder, whistled, shook the Mercedes-Benz key in his hand, walked to the locker room, reminiscing about Yang Chen's incompetence just now, he couldn't help but have a strange smile on his face, and slandered: Silly ×, I think I am a superman!