"Tai Chi Villa on Qingyang Mountain is actually more like a private club, a place for him to get in touch.

Ah, and one more thing to remember, if you go there, don't get into trouble there. Li Xinzhu specially reminded him.

"Understood, I went there to learn, and harmony is the most important thing in martial arts." Wang An smiled.

Early the next morning, he left early in the car and rushed to Qingyang Mountain.

Qingyang Mountain is about thirty minutes away, which is not far.

Approaching Qingyang Mountain, looking from afar, the mountain is full of trees, there are evergreen pine trees in all seasons, and some leaves have fallen clean.

In winter, the mountains are filled with gloomy atmosphere.

The car drove down the winding mountain road into the mountains.

Qingyang Mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain, part of which is open to the public, and part of which is considered a private area, which is not open to the public.

Chen Xifeng's Tai Chi Villa is in the area that is not open to outsiders, and you still need to register before entering.

The Taiji Villa is built on the mountain and is an antique building.

At the foot of the mountain in front of the villa there is a large open space, the size of a football field, and a large yin and yang Taiji pattern in it.

It's not the weekend, but there are more than two dozen cars parked in the parking lot, more than half of which are luxury cars.

Walking up the bluestone steps, a small stream flows in front of the villa, and the water is clear like a jade belt.

The mountains are surrounded by water, even if you don't understand feng shui, you can feel that the feng shui of this mountain villa is extraordinary.

Walking across a stone bridge, Wang An came to the gate of Taiji Villa.

The wooden gate, with a plaque hanging on the door, on which the four big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing - "Taiji Villa" should be the handwriting of a famous artist.

The door was open, Wang An came in, and there were young men in practice clothes waiting at the door, specially verifying and guiding, with a very kind attitude.

Entering the door is a wall carved with the pattern of Tai Chi Bagua.

After bypassing the wall, there is a huge courtyard, paved with bluestone, and there is also a pattern of Tai Chi in it, which looks like a place where many people practice, and there are corridors on both sides.

Wang An followed his guidance to a room in the middle hall.

The room is not small, it has to be 100 square meters, there are windows on both sides, the lighting is good, there are cushions on both sides, and there are chairs.

When Wang An came in, there were already five people in the room, looking in their forties, well maintained, sitting together and chatting, obviously having known each other for a long time.

Seeing Wang An come in, they just glanced up, and then continued to chat.

Wang An chose a place by the window and sat down, through which he could see the red maple outside that had not yet lost its leaves.

On the wall next to it hangs a pair of calligraphy, which is a "Qingjing Sutra".

After a few minutes, three more people came one after another, and these people seemed to know each other, and greeted each other after meeting.

They saw Wang An sitting on the side and smiled, and someone waved to him to say hello, Wang An smiled and responded.

These people can also tell that they are either rich or expensive when they look at their clothes. The clothes on the body look very high-grade.

On the contrary, it is Wang An, whose clothes are all discounted products, and his outfit is not as good as a pair of pants, which is incompatible with these people. Then a few more people came one after another, and when the time came, a total of sixteen people came.

With a creak, the door opened, and a man in a practice uniform pushed it open.

Behind him walked in a man in his forties, of medium height, with a ruddy complexion, slender eyebrows, and attentive eyes, looking suave and elegant, much like a scholar.

Behind this person, Wang An saw an acquaintance, Yang Xianhua.

"Why is he here?"

"Teacher Chen." And all the people in the house got up and greeted the man.

"This is Chen Xifeng?" Wang An was slightly stunned, this person was a little different from what he thought.

"There's a new student today, hello." Chen Xifeng glanced at it, and then said hello to Wang An with a smile, giving people a very kind feeling.

"Hello." Wang An responded.

"This one next to me is an old friend, everyone knows him, the vice president of our City Taiji Association, Yang Xianhua." Chen Xifeng introduced Yang Xianhua again.

After chatting a few words, Chen Xifeng began to teach.

At the beginning, I talked about the breathing method of Taijiquan, and then I talked about the Taijiquan routine, which is obviously biased towards health preservation.

Wang An couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he heard this, he didn't come here to listen to this.

After practicing Tai Chi for a while, Chen Xifeng began to give a single instruction and arrived at Wang An.

"Teacher Chen, I have a question for you." Wang An's attitude is very sincere.

"Please." Chen Xifeng said with a smile.

"How to better understand the thirteen potentials of Tai Chi?"

Chen Xifeng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and not only looked at Wang An carefully. It's not the ordinary people who can ask this question.

After hearing this, several students next to him also looked at Wang An's side.

"This Tai Chi Thirteen Potentials still needs to be practiced diligently and experienced in practice."

This kind of answer again, Wang An sighed secretly.

"You can practice pushing hands a little more and put your strength into practice." Chen Xifeng added.

Then the lecture continued, and after about thirty minutes there was a break, and everyone started chatting.

In the second class, the teaching class was changed to Yang Xianhua, who taught everyone Tai Chi pushers, and as usual, he found someone to demonstrate.

Wang An took the initiative to step forward, thinking that he should gain something from playing with the master.

Yang Xianhua looked at Wang An and felt that this young man was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Every time he was in his martial arts hall, he always came and went in a hurry, and there were only a few people who cared about the students in the martial arts hall. Most of them he didn't know, and even if he walked by head-on, he might not recognize them.

Wang An didn't say hello either, and the two joined hands.

Yang Xianhua pondered and explained while practicing.

The palm of his hand thumped for a moment.

"I'm afraid this guy has real skills!"

The arm is loose and I feel like I don't have any strength. With a little force, he was led away by the other party.

Wang An concentrated on it, feeling the change in the force on his arm.

fixed-step pushing,

step-by-step push,

Yang Xianhua's expression gradually became solemn.

The opponent's arm is as soft as cotton, but in fact, there is strength hidden in it, and it will pop out if you are not careful.

"Where did this young man come from, didn't he come to smash the field?"

At that moment, the contempt in my heart was immediately gone, but I was very careful and did not dare to be careless.

"Don't capsize in the gutter, your reputation has been ruined here for more than ten years, after all, there are still so many people watching here!"

Wang An didn't think about it so much, his mind was even more pure, he was purely for the sake of learning and communicating, and for his own progress.