85 The most 'superb' apprentice 03

Chen Qian practiced three more times, these three times were probably to avoid leaving traces of a fixed pattern in front of a stupid child with high IQ and low comprehension like Yang Yi.

After beating three times, Chen Qian still looked like an old fairy with a blushing face and no breath, and asked again: "How much do you remember this time?"

Yang Yi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his embarrassed smile was like crying: "I still remember it all......"

"What moves did you memorize every time I used?" Chen Qian was obviously shocked. I've seen stupid, but I've never seen anything so stupid. But he's not really stupid, he's smart. The bad thing is that this kind of cleverness is not the kind that Chen Qian wants. If I hadn't taught Taijiquan, which supported all the moves with intention, but the Eighteen Fists of Descending Dragons or the Six Yang Fists of the Tianshan Mountains that ate with moves, maybe Da Ya would have laughed happily by now.

Yang Yi cried with a sad face, and said the truth in his mouth: "I remember everything." For example, in your first ninth pose, you bend your waist like this, and then sway your palms with a small curved path to shoot out and then fold back. The third time you still use this move, but with more changes in the knee and hammer in between. While saying in his mouth, Yang Yi used his body to make movements, which was really like that, and even Chen Qian's subtle movements were learned vividly.

Chen Qian stared at Yang Yi imitating his movements, and his heart became more and more shocked. Such an imitation and learning ability is inevitably too powerful, he even remembers these tiny details, but why can't he comprehend the mystery?

I didn't believe it in my heart, so I asked Yang Yi to come down and practice. As a result, Yang Yi practiced a total of six times, and played the first three and last three punches seriously, and there was nothing wrong with it. All the movements are printed out in a mold like a copy of Chen Qian's boxing technique, and the details of the movements are meticulous, but there is no artistic conception. This is like copying when writing calligraphy, others write a stroke, Yang Yi also writes a stroke, learn vividly, but it is a flower shelf, at a glance when the vertical is vertical, horizontal is horizontal, but under a closer look there is no essence at all.

After watching Yang Yi's boxing, and then looking at the young man looking at him with a frightened face, Chen Qian didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, whether to praise his terrible imitation ability, or scold him for his equally terrible comprehension.

Yang Yi's ability is very good to put in Alda's place, no matter what Alda teaches, at most three times, whether it is a gesture or a spell, Yang Yi can always remember it correctly and never forget it. It is obviously inappropriate to put it in front of Chen, the artistic conception is too mysterious, and it is obviously not enough to have extraordinary intelligence.

For such a little apprentice, Chen Qian was speechless, unconsciously stroked his snow-white beard, and tried to find the appropriate words to describe the stupid apprentice in front of him.

"Master......" Yang Yi was very uneasy, so uneasy that he forgot the pain caused by the penance ring on his leg. He was afraid that Chen Qian would drive a stupid apprentice like himself out of the door in a fit of anger. He is not really a fool, so he naturally knows that he has obviously practiced it.

"Wait. Chen Qian stroked his forehead painfully, this apprentice was terrifyingly smart, but he was extremely stupid. He had never encountered such a strange thing before, Yang Yi disrupted all his positions, and even if he was as wise as Chen Qian, he began to have a headache in the face of such a superb apprentice. How he should teach him seems to be a big problem.

Yang Yi didn't dare to squeak, and quietly lowered his hand and waited for Chen Qian to think.

The night was quiet, and the lights in the practice hall were bright, but the night was deep outside, and the dim light could not illuminate too far away. For a while, the two masters and apprentices stood there without squeaking, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Chen Qian thought for a long time, and then said: "I have never encountered such a situation as you, watching people perform Tai Chi is the same as watching Chinese paintings and reading ancient poems, or maybe you can always feel all the artistic conceptions expressed in it." But you can't even feel it, you can only see the direction of the penmanship and the heap of words, and you can remember them all, which is obviously another kind of genius. ”

Yang Yi opened his mouth to speak, but Chen Qian waved his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't be defeated so easily." There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. I'm not brainless, this road doesn't work, and there is that way. Foreigners have said that all roads lead to Rome, am I still like a foreigner?"

Yang Yi was relieved at this time, smiled embarrassedly, and saw that the tea that Chen Qian was drinking on the side had cooled, so he went to pour out the herbal tea, brewed the hot tea again, and then stood beside Chen Qian with it, and silently handed it forward when he saw that Chen Qian was thinking about it. He didn't know that his inadvertent actions finally resolved a trouble for himself. The middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper he had seen outside the practice hall silently restrained the murderous light in his eyes, climbed down from the top of the window like a gecko, and stood farther away, quietly watching everything in the practice hall. ,

Chen Qian thought for a long time, and suddenly slapped his forehead, and said with a smile: "I still blame you, maybe the fault is on me." Of course, I blame you for misleading me by showing the cleverness you showed first, thinking that you should know what you teach, but this is not the case. You always have to learn to walk before you run, and before you do, you have to learn to climb first."

Yang Yi didn't seem to understand, only heard Chen Qian smile and said, "Let's practice like this." Abandon the previous one and start with the most basic. It's like a child who doesn't even know a single Chinese character, how do you tell him to read an article and then comprehend the meaning of it? Let's learn the most basic first, practice it, and proficiency will naturally make perfect. As the ancestors said, when the water arrives, the canal will become natural. ”

Handed over the teacup and let Chen Qian take a sip, Yang Yi put the teacup back on the table, ran back in small steps, and asked timidly: "Master, you won't want me to squat on the horse, right?"

I remember that it seems that all fantasy novels are written like this, and it is also played like this in TV and television, and all evil squatting steps will always be a beginner's nightmare.

"Ma Bu, ......" Chen Qian showed a disgusted expression, obviously he was also poisoned a lot back then.

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had escaped, but he heard Chen Qian say in a dejected tone: "Of course you have to squat." It's like laying the foundation of a house, it's the foundation that underpins all other actions. It tastes very uncomfortable, but if you don't squat, you can't do it. ”

Yang Yi was speechless, and began to fantasize about his shirtless image of squatting under the scorching sun - Jackie Chan was like that in the movie, his legs were spread widely, and his legs were shaking like twisted twists because they couldn't support it. The movement of the whole body is like riding a horse under the crotch, but it is not really riding a horse, but riding a few old coarse incense sticks, lit, blazing hot, and facing the poor little chrysanthemum accurately. If you dare to slack off or desert and sink your buttocks, the fragrance will burn to the little ass or chrysanthemums...... The result is a barbecue or a smoked chrysanthemum and a violent, either way the result is terrifying.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi subconsciously tightened his crotch, only to feel that the chrysanthemum was tight, and the very bad premonition made his scalp twitch uncomfortably. What's even more terrifying is that the pain in his leg is still reminding Yang Yi that he is wearing something called Zhen C-ring. Squatting in the footsteps of a horse, the pain it brings is only afraid to be magnified tenfold...... Yes, while squatting and walking while doing penance, Alda didn't expect such a wonderful thing. I thought it was my greatest blessing to have two amazing masters at the same time, but now it seems that it is no different from looking for a draw.

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