The slightest hint of anger could be seen in Wu Feng's eyes, but for some reason, the anger turned into helplessness.

"Brother Li, today my Wu family is very successful in performing martial arts, and that little guy Xuanming has won the first place, and he is no worse than me back then."

Wu Feng said lightly into the air, what was supposed to be a surprise, but for some reason it was said in Wu Feng's mouth, it was so bland, bland with a hint of chill.

Seeing that no one responded in the air, Wu Feng spoke again, "The grandson of the Great Elder is very good, much more stable than the grandson of the Second Elder, and he is a child who can achieve great things."

"What the hell do you want to say?"

There was finally a reply in the air, and then a middle-aged man who was extremely simple slowly appeared in the air. Whether it is the appearance or the dress, they belong to the kind of people who can't be found in the crowd, but the eyes are so black, black like a whirlpool in the deep sea, people dare not look directly.

"Hey, nothing." Wu Feng sighed and didn't say anything.

"I don't know why the young master didn't go out today, everything is fine in the house"

"Oh?"

"The young master will grow up, after all, he will carry the girder of the Wu Mansion, you don't have to worry too much"

After saying that, the middle-aged man disappeared into the darkness again, as if he had never appeared.

"yes, he's still a piece of shit."

After Wu Feng saw the middle-aged man disappear, he muttered to himself alone, as if he was justifying the middle-aged man's words, but this did not dispel his worries, but made him even more worried.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Feng heard the maid come to ask him to eat, and then he reacted.

Pushing open the door, the sky was full of stars.

The cool breeze at night blew away, blowing away a few traces of Wu Feng's sorrow.

Looking down, the silver moonlight reflected his figure.

The mood suddenly brightened.

No matter what to do with so much, doesn't the Wu family still have their own?

Wu Feng squinted at the moon, and then stretched out again.

Smile, eyes filled in the silver moonlight.

And the tumbling of all these thoughts, but no one knows, no, maybe the middle-aged surnamed Li can guess a little.

In this way, after a night of silence, Wu Fan ushered in the first morning of his new life.

The weather in autumn is slightly cool, and it is this coolness that gives many early risers a clear mind.

Pushing open the door, Wu Fan, who was wearing a simple white silk robe and his hair was scattered, greeted him in this first morning in this world, the sun in the early morning of autumn was slightly drunk, which was full of intoxication, not as burning as summer, nor as far away as winter, but shining on the earth not far away.

Wu Fan took two deep breaths of fresh air, felt the vitality in his body and the powerful beating of his heart, and felt a little surprised, but then he was drowned in his thoughts, perhaps, it was a proper rest this night.

Walking to the courtyard, sitting on the stone bench, looking at the green of the courtyard, the vibrant scenery gives people a beautiful and pleasant mood, just like the mood of an early bird catching food, satisfied and comfortable.

I don't know what the plants in this courtyard are, how can Wu still grow so lush at the autumn equinox, and the tenacious vitality makes people can't help but admire it, even if their appearance is a little strange.

Forcefully lifting a breath of fresh air, Wu Fan felt the flow of this air in his body, slowly becoming turbid and worthless, and then, spitting out vigorously, maybe the weather was still cold, or maybe there was too much turbidity, a white turbidity visible to the naked eye was spit out by Wu Fan, and then disappeared between heaven and earth, purified, and rose.

With a mouthful of turbidity, Wu Fan stood up, waved his robe, wiped the non-existent dust on it, and prepared to start his own uninterrupted Tai Chi for more than 20 years-Chen's Tai Chi.

Chen's Taijiquan is a kind of Han boxing that originated in the late Ming Dynasty in the previous life, after the Chen family settled in Changyang Village on the Qingfeng Ridge, diligent farming, building a family, in order to protect Sangzi from the danger of local bandits, Chen Bu, who is proficient in boxing, set up a martial arts club in the village to teach his children and grandchildren to practice boxing and martial arts.

And Wu Fan inadvertently learned this boxing in his previous life, either for health, or for self-defense, or for fighting, which is no longer traceable, but Wu Fan only knows that his body in his previous life was better, and he practiced this boxing.

Chen's Taijiquan adopts the theory of yin and yang, with the principle of opening and closing with movement and static, and the method of rigidity, softness, and virtuality, which is the technique of mutual practice of lightness and slowness; The fist movements are all in spiral advance and retreat, which is called silk strength.

I saw that Wu Fan's legs were weak, his shoulders fell, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and his lips were slightly open, so he began to practice.

Tai Chi is born without limits, the opportunity of movement and stillness, and the mother of yin and yang. Qiqi is the beginning of Taijiquan from Wuji to Taiji, so from the perspective of the momentum alone, Wu Fan has at least ten years of immersion in this way, otherwise, there will not be such a standard martial arts and random and changing routines.

Because beginners will definitely follow the routine, that is, the arms are slowly raised forward and gently raised to shoulder level, the palms are down, the ten fingers are slightly bent, and the speed of the arms is raised horizontally to determine the speed of the whole set of Taijiquan.

However, this routine is too far away from Wu Fan's practice of Tai Chi, and Wu Fan has become accustomed to doing martial arts at will.

If you want to divide it into levels, beginner, advanced, and ascendant, Wu Fan is already at the stage of ascending to the hall.

Chen's Tai Chi has a formula, which is called indulgent bending and stretching, people don't know, all rely on entanglement, I rely on it, and I make progress by splitting and pushing and pressing, and it is difficult to beat it when I move and pick it horizontally.

The hook shed forces everyone to know, and who knows if there is a surprise,

Feint to lose and deceive whoever loses, and lure backlash to win.

Rolling and slashing is subtle, and the horizontal slashing is even more strange,

Intercept and block through the elbow, and take the red cannon to beat the wind.

The second change is to sweep the pressure hanging noodle feet, and the left and right hairpins are pressed to the legs,

Seamless lock after the front and press, the sound should be familiar.

The basket and the lower mention of the king must be remembered, the attack is not delayed,

There is a hidden head cover in the world, and it is rare in the world.

Teachers don't know this reason, and it is difficult to judge martial arts.

"King Kong Pounding"

"Wrapping Clothes"

"Six seals and four closures"

"Single Whip"

One after another, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, I saw Wu Fan's figure beating like a dance, obviously weak and powerless, but it gave people a majestic and exquisite beauty.

Slowly, sweat stains gradually appeared on Wu Fan's forehead, but Wu Fan seemed to have no feeling, but made it faster, faster, and more powerful, as if he was fighting with someone. "Green Dragon Out of the Water"

"Double pusher"

"Elbow Bottom Punch"

Chen's Taiji, the old road is seventy-six, from the beginning of the first type to the end of the seventy-sixth trend. And Chen Zhaokui, a descendant of Chen's Taiji, changed Chen's Taiji to 74 potentials, and the moves are no longer the same.

However, Wu Fan started martial arts at this time, but it was Chen's Tai Chi old way, focusing on health preservation, supplemented by hitting, and borrowing strength to fight with skill.

Watching Wu Fan's martial arts, unlike the martial arts performances of the young people of the Wu family, there is no one as an opponent, let alone an audience, and only those green plants in the courtyard can appreciate this fist.

(End of chapter)