The group suddenly became lively, all of them were jokers, and meat words came as soon as they opened their mouths.

Tai Chiyan: "Hey, looking at what you said, I think that if you continue like this, this group will soon be blocked." ”

Serious person: "When the group leader went in one day, no one in the group was innocent." ”

Broken Water Flow: "@俗子, how do you see that the dozen or so pictures are indeed incomplete, and two of them are badly damaged, too blurry, I didn't send them." ”

Vulgar: "Can you send it to me and see it?" ”

Cut off the water flow: "I'm out on a business trip now, it's inconvenient, wait until I go back, right?" ”

Vulgar: "Okay, thank you. ”

Serious person: "The picture is sent out, everyone appreciates it together, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy together." ”

Tai Chi Yan: "Do you understand those pictures?" ”

Vulgar: "Understand a little, it should be the transmission guide diagram of strength." ”

Breaking the water flow: "Tell me more." ”

Vulgar: "It's hard to say, you can only experience it through your own practice, I suggest you take a look at the medical book, maybe it will help." ”

was chatting in the group here, and Tai Chiyan sent a private message alone, saying that he would come to Hu'an in two days, asking Wang An if he was free and wanted to meet him.

They had decided this matter before the Spring Festival, but the other party had something to delay.

In the afternoon of the next day, Wang An received two other pictures from the "broken water flow", which looked very blurry, and it seemed that they should have been blistered, and they could only vaguely see the general outline, and some lines could be vaguely seen.

"It's a pity!" Wang Anxin said that if these two pictures are clear, and with diligent practice, his Tai Chi should be greatly improved.

Wang An carefully copied these two pictures, and although they were blurred and broken, he could still see some things.

"This picture may not be unique, if there are other similar boxing scores, it will definitely be rewarding."

The next morning, Taijiyan came to Hu'an City. The two of them made an appointment to meet at a teahouse.

In the bright sunshine, Wang An saw a person riding an electric car from far and near, with slender eyebrows, eyes like cranes, angular cheeks, inch head, clean and neat, dressed in casual clothes, looking at twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

When he got closer, he stopped and picked up the phone to broadcast a number, and Wang An's mobile phone rang again. When the man heard the voice, he looked at Wang An for a while, and then asked tentatively.

"Vulgar?"

"Tai Chi Yan?"

"Fortunately."

Wang An invited him into the teahouse and chatted a few words, knowing that the other party's surname was Yan, and his name was Yan Duyun. Coming from the land of Yanzhao, he has been practicing Tai Chi since he was a child and has been practicing Tai Chi for nearly 20 years.

A cup of tea, a few words of homely cooking. The two chatted about Tai Chi, and as soon as they talked about this topic, they had a common language, and they talked more.

Between the words, Wang An could hear that what Yan Duyun practiced was by no means the kind of Tai Chi practiced by the old men and ladies in the park, and he had a very unique view of Tai Chi.

The Tai Chi he learned was a family tradition, as well as the special methods and techniques for practicing Tai Chi, and he mentioned one of them to Wang An, which was to practice Tai Chi Yun Hand by pushing the ball.

Although it was only said in general terms and did not mention a very specific practice method, Wang An's eyes lit up, and this seemed to be a good practice method.

The practice methods he has in mind now come from books, movies, novels, and his own methods. Yan Duyun should have a relatively systematic set of practice methods.

Wang An said more about his own understanding and feelings, but Yan Duyun nodded again and again when he heard it.

Yan Duyun also took out a notebook, and after opening it, it was the set of Tai Chi books on the "Broken Water Flow" preaching network, and he copied it very carefully.

"Last time you said that these red lines were the guiding and passing routes of the force?"

"I feel like it's like this, the force rises from the feet, up to the waist and abdomen, and then down the back to the arms." Wang An pointed to one of the drawings, which he had already practiced.

"What about this one?" Yan Duyun pondered for a moment before raising her hand to point to another picture, but the red thread of this picture rose from her abdomen and passed down her ribs to her palms.

"This should be the path of the Waist and Abdomen Strength upload." Wang Andao, this picture can only be said to be barely practiced.

"What about this one?" Yan Duyun pointed to another picture, but the red line of this picture went from the foot into the abdomen.

"The force under the feet rises into the waist and abdomen, as I said last time, these pictures are incomplete, there are two very critical pictures missing, and the two pictures of the broken water flow are not clear."

"How long have you been practicing tai chi?" He couldn't help but ask.

"It didn't take long." Wang An said with a smile.

"Impossible, without intensive study of Tai Chi, no less than years of hard work would not be able to say such an opinion."

Wang An smiled and poured him another cup of tea.

"Have you ever thought that these diagrams may not only be the method of guiding the operation of force, but also other methods?" Yan Duyun was silent for a while before saying.

"Anything else, what?"

"Like, really angry."

"Really angry?" Wang An was slightly stunned, hearing this word, he didn't think of his task.

"The kind in martial arts novels?"

"The things in the novel are not necessarily apocryphal, there are many things that come from life, not to mention anything else, the Buddhist martial arts of Faxing Temple and the Taoist kung fu of Taihe Mountain, which have been passed down for thousands of years.

Those who practice martial arts know this sentence - practice one breath inside, and practice muscles and bones outside. What is that breath? ”

"Have you ever seen someone practice True Qi?"

"No, I've never heard of it." Yan Duyun shook her head decisively.

"That's a pity." Wang An sighed after hearing this, if there really is, then his task of talking about true anger has an entry point.

"Why do you think about it when you don't have it in reality?"

"It's not that there is no one in reality, it's just that we don't know, even if it doesn't exist now, what about ancient times? Through some historical materials, some clues can be seen in the classic records handed down by the sect. ”

"Where is there such information and classics?" Wang An hurriedly asked after hearing this.

"I once had the privilege of seeing such an ancient book in the Sanqingguan of Taihe Mountain."

"Taihe Mountain? Looks like sooner or later I'm going to have to go there and take a look. Wang Anxin thought.

The two of them chatted for a while, and when it was time for lunch, Wang An had already booked a restaurant in advance. While eating, Yan Duyun brought up another matter.

"Do you remember the last time we mentioned the Pulse Interception?"

"Remember, a kind of clever kung fu." Wang An said quietly.

"I got the news, and that person is in Hu'an."

"Oh, you can't be here specifically for him, are you?"

"No, I got the news by accident." Yan Duyun said with a smile.