A few days later, in the early morning courtyard, Chu Feng waved his moves in the courtyard, but the strange thing was that this move was soft, like dancing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Childe, you are practicing this soft martial arts again, it shouldn't be a real person fooling you!" Bai Zong stood aside, a little disdainful.

Chu Feng didn't listen to his nonsense, how powerful Tai Chi was, he didn't care, and practiced repeatedly, just to understand the breadth and profundity.

-- The supreme realm of doing what you want, and what you want.

It's a pity that Taijiquan is created, although he has obtained the essence of it, integrated into the Dou Zhuan Xingxing, and the power has increased greatly, but it has always been difficult to integrate into the artistic conception.

"By the way, is diphtheria back?" Chu Feng stopped practicing, turned around and asked, that diphtheria is Bai You, but he has recently changed his name.

Bai Zong stood up straight and replied nervously, "Not yet, but don't worry, with diphtheria, it won't be long before you come back!" ”

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Before these words fell, the figure in the courtyard flashed, and the figure of diphtheria just appeared.

"Ready to pack?" Chu Feng asked lightly.

Whitethroat respectfully lifted the burden and said in a deep voice, "It's ready, the coils and dry food are ready, and you can leave Wudang at any time!" ”

"Very good, then we'll go find a real person to quit!" Chu Feng nodded, he has been coming to Wudang for a while, he is not here to learn martial arts, since the path to advancement has been found, it is just a waste of time to stay, it is time to say goodbye and go to Kunlun Mountain.

When I came to Zixiao Palace, the disciples outside were having a morning class, exercising the basic class.

Chu Feng came with two servants, and Yin Liting, who was teaching disciples, ran over, looking at their big bags and small bags, he couldn't help asking, "Young Master Chu, are you leaving?" Why don't you stay for a few more days and then leave, so that we can Wudang and enjoy the friendship of the landlord! ”

"No, no, I still have important things to do, so I won't bother Wudang!" Chu Feng smiled lightly, he was wasting his time here.

Yin Liting heard the absolute meaning of it, and did not advise, "In this case, Prince Chu, please come with me, the family teacher is in Zixiao Palace, drinking morning tea!" ”

"It's hard work!" Chu Feng nodded kindly.

Zixiao Palace, looking at Chu Feng and a few people who came in, Zhang Sanfeng put down the teacup, "Xiaoyou, are you leaving?" ”

"That's right, even if I have practiced Tai Chi perfectly, I haven't improved in the slightest, it seems that I lack experience, so I came to say goodbye and prepare to practice in the rivers and lakes!" Chu Feng said half-truthfully. After all, things can't be told to anyone, and even if you are grateful, you can't say it.

"Perfect?"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't hear the concealment, but Chu Feng's progress made him really surprised, "Xiaoyou, can you take a look?" ”

"I hope that real people will teach you!" Chu Feng was not polite, came to the center of the main hall, stretched out his hand, fast and slow, and Tai Chi flowed out.

After Chu Feng finished playing a set of Tai Chi, Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, "Little friend, although you have practiced Tai Chi perfectly, you have lost your artistic conception. ”

"Artistic conception? Real people, what's going on? Chu Feng asked urgently, he was ready to go down the mountain because he couldn't find the artistic conception for a long time.

Zhang Sanfeng stood up and played a set of Tai Chi in the main hall, although he was full of artistic conception and had a mysterious color.

"This is ......" Chu Feng seemed to be aware, but he couldn't find the key point.

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, "Moves? Little friend, although you have practiced Tai Chi perfectly, you are just repeating the old way of the day! ”

"Repeat that day?" Chu Feng suddenly realized, no wonder he couldn't find the artistic conception, as I said earlier, the artistic conception of each is different, except for special means, imitation is absolutely impossible to obtain the same artistic conception, and Taijiquan to reach the highest place, you must do what you want.

That is, forget all the moves, but can play instinctively.

"That's right, the essence of Tai Chi is not to stick to the moves, but to understand the seconds between movement and stillness!" Zhang Sanfeng said with relief.

Chu Feng's spirit was shocked, and he muttered to himself, "Movement and stillness, this is Tai Chi!" As he spoke, his body unconsciously moved in the main hall.

Different from Zhang Sanfeng's slow boxing technique, Chu Feng used it like a storm, but it was silent, and ordinary people only saw afterimages in the sky.

"Movement and stillness? I was wrong, not yin and yang but movement and stillness! The more Chu Feng thought about it, the more he seemed to see the truth, his whole body was climbing rapidly, and his movements were getting faster and faster, and the afterimages were practiced together, as if they were still in the main hall, just like Chu Feng had divided countless clones.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later, when Chu Feng woke up from his epiphany, that his figure stopped, and these afterimages that jumped or stopped came to an abrupt end.

"Little friend, can you get something?" Zhang Sanfeng asked with a smile.

Chu Feng nodded, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you for the teaching!" As he spoke, his heart was turbulent, and he didn't expect Tai Chi's understanding to be so strong.

"This is Xiaoyou's extraordinary understanding, and the old way is just a few casual words!" Zhang Sanfeng said indifferently.

Chu Feng said with an undeniable smile, "Real people don't have to be modest, the so-called fake transmission of thousands of books, true transmission of a word, if there is no real person's on-demand, I still know how long it will take to understand the true meaning of Tai Chi!" As he spoke, he bowed, and in addition to bringing about an explosion of potential, Tai Chi was more about the mysterious state between movement and stillness, which made his spirit and soul seem to be nourished, and he lost the thirst of the past.

It seems that external means such as telekinetic crystals have brought hidden dangers, and with this realization, they will shrink rapidly, at least they will not delay their own growth.

Then Chu Feng said a few polite words to Zhang Sanfeng, postponed the entanglement given by Wudang, and took the two servants of Baizong and Whitethroat to get off Wudang.

A few days later, the three of them came to a big river, and saw that there was a boatman in the middle of the river, and they were about to call a boat to cross the river, but there was a shout of killing.

On the other side of the river, a bearded man rushed with his life, chasing a line of cavalry behind him, and had no choice but to get on the boat and cross the river to escape.

Under the order of the big man, even if the old man rowing the boat didn't want to cause trouble, he could only let his daughter hide in the boat, and the operator rowed violently.

Then the big man put down the boy in his hand, looked back, and saw a shadow floating, and it was a rain of arrows, and he hurriedly jumped into the river with the boy.

"Why do I think this picture looks familiar?" Chu Feng muttered to himself, turned around and asked, "Bai Zong, where is this place?" ”

"Childe, this is the Hanshui River!" Bai Zong was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was to save people, but he didn't expect to ask the place, what does it matter?

Chu Feng suddenly realized that this was on the bank of the Hanshui River, and the man who was hunted down was Chang Yuchun, and the child in his arms was the son of Zhou Zhiwang.

Thinking that this person was a Mingjiao person, and he was also a talent, Chu Feng shouted, "Bai Zong, diphtheria, save people!" As he spoke, he plunged into the river.

Seeing Chu Feng go away, Bai Zong and the two also made a move one after another, but the two seemed to misunderstand Chu Feng's intentions and rushed to the insignificant boat.

"Forget it, it's enough for yourself anyway!" Chu Feng looked in the direction of the two people, shook his head and smiled, lowered his body and grabbed it, and burst back.

At this time, a large boat floated on the river, and on the bow of the boat, four monks stood quietly, and eight imposing Mongolian warriors were guarded beside them.