MTL - Cultivating From Obtaining Experience-Chapter 16 mountaineering pine like cotton

  Chapter 16 Mountaineering is as loose as cotton

   "The Taiji Villa on Qingyang Mountain is actually more like a private club, where he wins contacts.

   Ah, one more thing to remember, if you go there don't make trouble there. "Li Hsinchu made a special reminder.

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

  The next morning, he left early by car and rushed to Qingyang Mountain.

   Qingyang Mountain is about 30 minutes away from the exchange, not far.

   Approaching Qingyang Mountain, looking from a distance, the mountain is full of trees, including evergreen pine trees in all seasons, and some leaves have fallen.

  The mountains in winter are full of desolation.

  The car drove into the deep mountains along the winding mountain road.

   Qingyang Mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain. Part of it is open to the public, and part of it 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 registration is required before entering.

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

   There is a large open space at the foot of the mountain in front of the villa, which is as big as a football field, and there is a large Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern in it.

   Today is not the weekend, but there are more than 20 cars parked in the parking lot, more than half of them are luxury cars.

  Climbing up the steps paved with bluestone, a small stream flows in front of the villa. The stream is clear, like a jade belt.

  The mountains are surrounded by water, even if you don't know Fengshui, you can still feel the extraordinary Fengshui of this villa.

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

  The wooden gate, with a plaque hanging on the door, above the four big characters - "Tai Chi Mountain Villa", looks like it should be the handwriting of famous masters.

  The door was open, and Wang An came in. There was a young man in a practice uniform waiting at the door, who was specially checking and guiding him, with a very kind attitude.

   Entering the door is a screen wall with patterns of Tai Chi and Eight Diagrams engraved on it.

  After bypassing the screen wall, there is a huge courtyard paved with bluestone, and there is also a Tai Chi pattern in it. It looks like a place for many people to practice, with corridors on both sides.

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

  The room is not small, it must be 100 square meters, with windows on both sides, good lighting, cushions and chairs on both sides.

  When Wang An came in, there were already five people in the room. They looked in their forties and were in good condition. They were sitting together and chatting, obviously they had known each other for a long time.

   Seeing Wang An coming in, they just looked up and continued chatting.

  Wang Anzai chose a seat by the window and sat down. Through the window, he could see the red maple leaves that had not shed all their leaves.

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

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

  They saw Wang An sitting on the side smiling, and someone even waved to him, which was regarded as a greeting, and Wang An responded with a smile.

   These people can also be seen from the way they are dressed to be either rich or expensive. The clothes on his body look very high-end.

   On the contrary, it was Wang An, whose clothes were all discounted products, and his outfit was no match for a pair of trousers, so he didn't fit in with these people. Then a few more people came one after another, and when the time came, a total of sixteen people came.

   There was a creak, the door opened, and a man in exercise clothes pushed the door open.

  Behind him came in a man in his forties. He was of medium build, with a ruddy complexion, slender eyebrows, and bright eyes. He looked gentle and elegant, much like a scholar.

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

   "Why is he here?"

  "Teacher Chen." Everyone in the room got up to greet him.

   "This is Chen Xifeng?" Wang An was slightly taken aback, this person was different from what he thought.

   "There is a new student today, hello." Chen Xifeng glanced at it, and then greeted Wang An with a smile, giving a very friendly impression.

   "Hello." Wang An responded.

   "The person next to me is an old friend. Everyone knows him. The vice president of our city's Tai Chi Association, Yang Xianhua." Chen Xifeng introduced Yang Xianhua specifically.

   After chatting for a while, Chen Xifeng began to teach.

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

  Wang An couldn't help being a little disappointed after hearing this. He didn't come here to hear this.

  After practicing Taijiquan for a while, Chen Xifeng began to guide alone, and came to Wang An.

   "Mr. Chen, I have a question I want to ask you." Wang An's attitude was very sincere.

   "Please tell me." Chen Xifeng said with a smile.

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

  Chen Xifeng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and not only carefully sized Wang An up a few times. It is not ordinary people who can ask this question.

   Several students next to him also looked towards Wang An after hearing this.

   "The thirteen Tai Chi postures still need to be practiced more frequently, and to be experienced in the practice."

   With this kind of answer again, Wang An secretly sighed.

   "You can practice push hands more to put your strength into practice." Chen Xifeng added.

  Then continue to teach, and after about 30 minutes, there will be a break, and everyone will start chatting.

  In the second class, the teacher was changed to Yang Xianhua. He taught everyone Tai Chi Push Hands. As usual, he asked someone to come up to demonstrate.

  Wang An took the initiative to step forward, thinking that he should gain something from fighting against a master.

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

  Every time he was in his martial arts gym, 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. He didn't know most of them, and even if he passed by, he might not recognize them.

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

  Yang Xianhua thought about it while practicing and explaining.

   As soon as I clasped my hands, my heart skipped a beat.

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

  The arm is loose, and it feels like there is no strength. With a little effort, he was led away by the opponent.

  Wang An concentrated his attention, feeling the changes in the force on his arm.

  Push at a fixed pace,

   Pushing step by step,

  Yang Xianhua's expression gradually became serious.

  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 don't pay attention.

   "Where did this young man come from, didn't he come here to make trouble?"

  The contempt in my heart immediately disappeared, but I was very careful, not daring to be careless.

   "Don't capsize in the gutter, the reputation of more than ten years is ruined here, after all, there are so many people watching here!"

  Wang An didn't think so much, his mind was more pure, he just wanted to learn from each other and improve himself.

  (end of this chapter)