The third night helped my sister to get on the horse, and was about to lead the horse upward, the old Taoist swept the dust in his hand, and the copper tripod incense burner with a diameter of about five or six feet in front of the nunnery rose into the air, and flew down to the mountain road in a whirlwind, as if it was gently put down, without a trace of dust.

"The third son of the night listens to my persuasion, and leads the second miss of the night down the mountain, what the disciples in my door have done, tomorrow I will ask the head of the door to ask for an explanation, and then I will give the third son and the second miss a satisfactory answer."

"If I want to climb the mountain?"

Lao Dao sighed and said, "The third prince is too obsessed."

The third night let go of the reins, walked to the front of the tripod, the horse walked steadily, wrapped his hands around the big ding, the dantian was angry, and he drank lightly, and the copper tripod of nearly 100 catties rose from the ground.

Lao Dao sighed lightly, shook off the dust, jumped up and down a few times on tiptoe, made a thousand catties fall, fell on the tripod, and the copper tripod that had just been picked up by the night three watches fell to the ground.

Ye Sangen stood up with his hands on his ears, and his legs smashed into Lao Dao's chest like a steel whip with the sound of the wind.

Lao Dao was not in a hurry or slow, just flicked the dust, and lightly blocked this heavy blow.

The third watch of the night twisted his hand, and still took the old man's chest door.

The latter made a mistake at his feet, slid to the side along the edge of the ding, dodged his legs, elbowed his short body, followed by another shoulder impact, and his left hand turned into a palm print to the lower abdomen of Ye San, and a series of movements flowed smoothly without delay.

Ye Sangen had already been able to get up to the top when he retracted his legs just now, and he didn't panic in the face of the old Dao's attack, his hands were staggered, and he was flat and stable, blocking the opponent's elbow and shoulder impact, but he was bounced away by a palm below.

Thinking about it, Lao Dao didn't make a heavy hand, and Ye San's body just leaned back, and he fell off the big ding.

The old Taoist horse step firmly held a Tai Chi starting style, drawing a circle with both hands, and the qi machine traction, which attracted the body of the night three more to fall out and return obliquely.

The old way has been immersed in Tai Chi for decades, and the inner method has long been connected. The so-called "all things negative yin and embrace yang, impulsive thinking and harmony" is as familiar as exploring the bag.

This old Taoist robe cracked and windless automatically, the power of four or two thousand catties suddenly burst out, and the night three was careless as if it was struck by lightning, and the body retreated, and the feet slipped and fell down.

"The third son of the night will give in." The old way pinched the meridian trick to hug the yang respectfully.

Ye San was silent, his body rose and jumped up, and he landed firmly on the edge of Dading.

"If the third prince rushes hard, the poor road will not be able to stop the third son. But with the second lady, the third son is not so easy. Lao Dao still looked light and did not eat fireworks, and said calmly, "It's better to listen to the poor Tao and wait down the mountain." I guarantee in the name of Wudang for a hundred years, and I will definitely give the third prince a satisfactory answer. ”

Whether it is the pursuit of the victory after the hand, or the unscrupulous treatment of the younger generations by the elders, the old way behaves decently, and there is no arrogance like the shopkeeper bullying customers, and he still treats each other wholeheartedly until now, and his words are not leaky.

The night is still silent, the feet are not eight, the knees and shoulders are wide and the waist is heavy, and the horse is trying to be flat and stable on the big tripod that is not wide on the soles of the feet.

Lao Dao raised his hand and threw out the dust, which happened to fall on a dead tree branch not far away, which was really chic and elegant.

"Be still."

The old way inhale and exhale, more than half a flick of the fingers slower than the usual breathing, the surroundings are becoming quiet and abnormal, the sound of the wind and leaves, the sound of horses and the sound of the nose suddenly disappeared, and then a Tai Chi starting style, the two hands Yin and Yang hugging each other, the feet are drawn left and right, along the big tripod does not retreat or advance, it seems to be a step but a retreat, if the retreat is to move forward, followed by the hands pressed down like a breeze, it seems to be gentle and also brings up the strength of the body, but also brings more than 100 catties of the big tripod left and right to sway slightly.

"Reincarnation."

Lao Dao's body swayed leisurely, the horse walked steadily, and there was no movement, his hands were wrapped around and spread out, up and down, left and right were irregular, but the ghost made the god generally take the night three watches and the body shook uncontrollably.

Ye San was more surprised, but when he gathered his mind, he found that the big ding under his feet was powerful, and the three legs had been raised and one leg was a foot off the ground.

"Gathering God again."

The old Taoist movements are getting faster and faster, which is clearly the most primitive thirteen potentials of Tai Chi, but with a hint of the charm of "Loosening the Secret" in "Spreading the Secret".

In the library pavilion, he read the night three of the hundred schools of thought clearly, and his heart was clear, but he found that his qi was tightly controlled by the old Tao on the other side, and he couldn't stop breaking free.

"Rejuvenate."

The old Taoist left and right two black tigers that do not exist in Taijiquan dig out their hearts, as if they want to pull the surrounding diffuse qi to themselves, and then open and close their arms, and push forward and return their hands through the caliber of five or six feet of Dading, like Mr. Private School writing big characters one stroke at a time, extremely slowly, but it makes the night three who want to block more powerless, and then react, I can see Dading leave his feet, and his body falls strangely.

The old way closed the momentum, and the inner meridian still bowed and said: "The third son of the night will give in."

Ye San sat on the ground in amazement.

Such a powerless defeat is really familiar and unfamiliar.

Ye San was even more stunned, looking at the big ding, shaking in a circle, slowly shrinking the amplitude, and finally returning to the silence, and then looked at the old road that blocked the mountain road when the master was in the ding.

"Tai Chi?"

"Tai Chi."

Two words with the same sentence, one question and one answer.

Ye Sangen got up and straightened his clothes, raised his head and asked, "I didn't ask the Taoist Chief."

"The law is called the Nine Dooms."

"If you lose a move, you don't lose money." Ye San said, "The Daoist of Jiu'er was the designated person for the head of the sect back then, and it is very fortunate to be able to fight with the Dao Chief. ”

"Poor Dao is just a mountain guard, and he deserves to be so praised by the third prince of the night."

"Then can I try Tai Chi with Tai Chi?"

Lao Dao smiled and shook his head, "The third prince of the night has read martial arts all over the world, I am afraid that it is not refined, and the poor Dao will teach the third prince Taiji today." ”

Compared with the old way of practicing Tai Chi all his life, even if he has learned this posture, it is not much better.

The night three is larger and the fit is elegant, and the left and right are wandering in the lower half of the tripod, such as the breeze blowing the leaves, like the willow branches waving their hands, and every move is also like the old road action just now, but the big characters drawn by the night three more look a little vain and do not get their hearts.

"When I was young, I watched Yishe Daochang's "Five-Character Formula"." Ye Sanmore spoke, his tone was soft and he spoke slowly, his eyes stared at the left and right hands as if they were fighting each other, picking up like a caressing, every move, word and deed was as easy as eating and drinking, how could there be a little bit of the current nervousness of the enemy, "I don't understand the calmness, the body and spirit, the spirit, the strength, the spirit gathering, just put the twelve characters on the surface with the sticking and sticking cover to the swallowing and loosening the twelve, thinking that Tai Chi is just borrowing force to make force not unloading force and borrowing force to play effortless opportunism, the so-called way to borrow the other way to return the other body is nothing more than that." ”

It is not the old Taoist set of Tai Chi prototype thirteen potentials, nor is it the thirty-six Tai Chi styles that Zhang Shangyun, the head of Wudang, made the complexity of the Tai Chi thirty-six styles with the four elephant life gossip as the fetus, but the Tai Chi twenty-four styles that are now regarded as chicken ribs by the people in the Taoist Gate.

Ye San even relied on his memory to learn the same, and used his mind to lead the whole body to one hundred and eight acupoints, to calm and relax, to guide the qi with the intention, to urge the shape with the qi, to be soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, and even brought a crisp percussion sound of the surrounding air flow within two zhang.

"Today, I have an epiphany with the head of the Nine Paths, and I can use my strength to make my strength work, so that I can not unload my strength and be effortless. Borrowing strength, not only borrowing other people's manpower, but also lending other people's manpower, the force is superimposed, but it is not like two numbers overlapping, but ......"

Ye San's eyes just fell on Lao Dao, and a high probe horse changed his tricks one after another, as if the spirit snake was winding out of a hole, pushing the sky with one hand and covering the ground with the other.

"I have the Nine Heavens to climb the mountain."

Flat tornadoes.

Ye San swayed upwards with one hand, and the air flow emerged like a mountain gate against those Taoist priests, and an encircling tornado rose out of thin air from the soles of his feet, holding up Ye San Gen parallel to Da Ding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye San raised his legs and walked like walking on the ground, and the next moment he stood on the big ding, the tornado disappeared one after another.

"Yesterday, I was fortunate to receive the guide on the watershed, and I saw that the deputy owner of the village had borrowed Tianwei to turn nine times in a moment, and entered the room for a night." The third night started his hand, hugging the yin and hugging the yang, "Step by step, the nine songs of the nine songs into the lotus step by step, how strong the power of the day is also digested by the force of the force, and then a palm that should be layered and added is easy to break the boulder in the air." "The feet are wide open and closed, the horse steps are tied to four flat and eight stable, the right front and left back hands reach out towards the old road, one attack and one defense," at this time, I saw that the nine Erdao long hand Tai Chi Fang understood the mystery, and the younger generation borrowed Tai Chi and broke Tai Chi. ”

Lao Dao's eyes are slightly closed, and he is also negative yin and yang, returning to the Yuan Shouyi, and the surrounding qi is slowly emerging with it as the center, and even the night not far away feels the silence that should not be there.

"Overcome rigidity with softness, wait for movement with quietness, rounden straight, win big with small, and defeat strong with weak."

Lao Dao's right foot stepped along the edge of the ding, and the qi turned his whole body, "Carry the hand, grab the bird's tail." "Burst out with every inch of energy, attacking the night three watches.

"One heavy."

As soon as the words began, the night three more divided their feet left and right, and crashed into the old road's inner arms, seeing that he was about to make contact with the old way but stopped alive, no matter what, but also skillfully resolved the old road's offensive.

Lao Dao missed a blow, and he didn't understand what the other party meant, so he leaned on his shoulder, and his body leaned forward diagonally.

"Double."

The body shape is terminated and the hand does not stop, the night three more a cloud hand, chasing the old road retreat gesture hit the old way wrist, the point is up, as soon as the contact is immediately separated, the momentum of the hand back is faster than the shot, it is like throwing a stone into the lake to stir up the slightest ripples and explode, and it is also incredible to blow up the body of the old road that seems to be about to fall.

"Triple."

Turning around and swinging the lotus, stepping back through the palm of the hand, the night three more raised his knees and twisted his steps, and changed them to protection.

It's still point-to-point, one-touch and point-and-go. The only difference is that the qi that is visible to the naked eye is more and more visible every time.

Lao Dao's heart is full of questions, but the action is not ambiguous, his hands are shaking, seeing the moves, the clouds under his feet are light and the wind is light and orderly, covering his hands and beating the humerus and another stop and beating, in order to control the night three watches.

"Quadruple."

The tone of the night three was obviously aggravated, which made the puzzled old Tao even more confused about the inner mystery of this repetition.

Ye San's body retreated, avoiding the attack, and smashing the old road door with one move, and the horse step squeezed on the lower road, and used all his strength.

Lao Dao kicked his feet left and right to dodge out, but unexpectedly, the momentum of the three nights stopped and rose again, and the natural touch was divided, pulling up a ripple and withdrawing his hands and then drawing a square circle, the qi machine appeared, and the ripples did not disperse and rose up again, like a flower blooming in the gap in the chest of the old road.

The old road opened left and closed right, and an eagle jumped to the other side of the big ding, frowning.

The third day of the night is more powerful.

Lao Dao smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and said: "I didn't think that this outer Taiji would force the inner Taiji to change hands, I don't know whether to be sad or happy."

Ye Sangen jumped off the big ding, hugged his fists and said: "It's better to show mercy to the Dao Chief's subordinates, otherwise I really have to take my sister down the mountain."

"The third prince has mastered this Tai Chi, and he has played smoothly like a hand, and the poor road is an eye-opener." As he spoke, Lao Dao also jumped off the big ding, and continued, "It's just that there is still something unclear about the poor road, what does this repetition mean?" ”

"At noon, I was fortunate to see the unloading technique of entering the room and ascending to the sky, and I saw the thirty-six style Tai Chi of the Nine Er Dao Chang, and the younger generation also read through the five-character scattering recipe of the Taoist Chief, the Taoist for the second time borrowed my strength to let the younger generation go down to the Ding, and had an epiphany in an instant, this borrowing force to unload the force is not also a force overlapping and doubling, gathering small liquid silicon steps, ready to go, naturally comparable to four or two thousand catties is more powerful."

The third night was even more hidden, and the old Taoist who was laughingly called "the head of Wudang Shi" by the people in the mountains nodded again and again, flicked the sleeves of his robe, held the tripod with one hand, and walked back to the front of the nunnery.

"Fuyao Nine Heavens, one Heavy Heaven is a Heavy Pass." The old man whispered, walked slowly, and it took twelve characters and twelve steps to reach the front of the nunnery.

Ye Sanchang turned around, helped Ye Yao Er on the horse, and continued to climb the mountain.

Lao Dao gently put the ding, went to pick the dust again, turned to look at the two people and a horse who were slowly climbing the mountain, closed his eyes, and sighed.