The old man seemed to have expected that Peng Yun would definitely ask this question. He twirled his short beard and smiled. He waved to several disciples to leave, and they returned to continue teaching Tai Chi to the beggars.
"Do you know Tan Min, the former police chief, your father once saved his life, and he is also your father's best friend!" The old man did not directly say what his relationship was with Qi Jiangming, but first asked about Peng Yun.
Peng Yun was stunned for a moment, and then immediately replied: "I heard it from my father, but I didn't go to find him when I returned to Fengtian City, mainly because I didn't want to disturb him." Peng Yun said this, but actually he didn't go to Tan Min because he didn't want to go back to him.
Bring back your own sadness.
"We all know about your father, so you don't have to hide it anymore!" The old man's words made Peng Yun feel as if he had been hit by lightning, and he was stunned for a long time.
"Actually, we also feel sorry for your father. We didn't expect that he would pass away like this. What a hero!" The old man sighed, and the regret in his words was clearly audible.
Peng Yun did not speak. The burning hut and the lonely wordless stone tablet standing on the gentle slope seemed to appear in front of his eyes. His hands and feet were trembling slightly. He felt that the bloodthirsty feeling in his heart had awakened again.
Gradually it will no longer be under control.
"Transform your mind into nothingness and create something out of nothingness. The principles of heaven and earth are to let nature take its course. If you do it against it, it will backfire! Be still, concentrate, think, and transform."
Peng Yun gradually calmed down, and the bloodthirsty annoyance and anxiety just now were gradually suppressed. He bowed deeply to the old man: "Thank you for your guidance, senior, otherwise I may have made a big mistake."
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"It seems that Jiang Ming is right. The evil spirit on your body is too strong. If you can't improve your mental cultivation, I'm afraid you will be troubled by it in the future!" The old man waved his hand towards Peng Yun and stared at Peng Yun, who looked a little pale with emotion.
When Peng Yun glanced back just now, he actually saw two spots of blood red. Even with his decades of Tai Chi internal skill training, he was shocked.
Peng Yun asked, showing a sad smile and muttering to himself in infinite desolation: "If my family is ruined and everyone is dead, what does it matter if my evil spirit is strong or not?"
"Then do you still remember your father's song about a man?" When the old man heard what Peng Yun said, his face darkened, and he asked seriously: "Why did he do that song about a man? Do you understand? You didn't do it at all.
If you think about it seriously, you have failed your father's wishes!"
Peng Yun was stunned. Although he had heard his father recite the manly line since he was a child, why he wrote this manly line and what the meaning of this manly line was, he really hadn't thought about it seriously. Yes, why did his father want to write it?
I will never forget this song about men.
"Well, it's up to you to figure out the meaning of this man's line!" The old man interrupted Peng Yun's meditation, and finally explained his true intention of calling Peng Yun here today.
"What, you want to teach me the eight methods of Tai Chi. Why? I'm not your disciple!" Peng Yun was confused by the old man's intention!
"This is no longer the past era. Those sectarian opinions should have been abandoned long ago. The Eight Tai Chi Techniques are just a kind of physical fitness and self-defense skills. What does it matter? When it comes to killing, no matter how good your kung fu is.
You have to load the gun quickly!" the old man said frankly.
Peng Yun smiled shyly, yes, it is already 1932. So what is the meaning of those sectarian opinions? Many kinds of martial arts have disappeared from Chinese history because of these sectarian opinions. So if we want martial arts to be passed down,
The best way is to carry it forward, let more people learn it, understand it, master it, and make it a national thing.
Seeing that Peng Yun seemed to have figured it out, the old man walked to the training ground. Jiang Min and several other disciples quickly gave way to the beggars. Everyone gathered around, preparing to see the master of Ding's Tai Chi.
"Tai Chi is based on the Eight Methods of Tai Chi. It pays attention to the pressing, stroking, squeezing, pressing, picking, eighting, and elbowing. It relies on the organic combination of the eight techniques and the five steps of advancement, retreat, look, hope, and concentration. The so-called
The moves imply several methods, and they are also based on the Eight Methods of Tai Chi. For example, the old man stands with his feet naturally standing on the sparrow's tail, and it is the starting gesture of Tai Chi. Then he spreads his hands and grasps them.
A sparrow's tail, a single whip with a cane, a wild horse's mane parted, each move flowing smoothly, all done in one go.
"Any martial arts move serves a purpose. The only difference is the method used to achieve victory. No matter which company's move it is, as long as it can be used by me, I can use it to turn it into my own move.
, and even some moves that are not moves!" Staring at Ding Yuncheng's calm and experienced movements intently, Peng Yunruo felt something, and it turned out that some of the things he had been thinking about were different suddenly became clear.
"A lonely yang is not powerful, a lonely yin is not strong, so it is necessary to combine hardness and softness. Tai Chi is not all about softness, but also has strength that can destroy the heart and lungs!" The old man hugged his chest with his hands, and hugged him with his backhand.
A wooden stake beside him exhaled loudly, and rotated his hands to exert force. The wooden stake buried more than one meter deep in the ground was abruptly uprooted, flew four or five meters away, and then landed suddenly on the ground.
After smashing two green bricks, there was a moment of silence, and then people clapped loudly and cheered.
"Hardness and softness, yin and yang, existence and non-existence, are inherently mutually reinforcing and incompatible. Being can be transformed into non-being, and hardness can become soft. Don't stick to one move or one style. You must learn to master the essence and tricks of martial arts! This way you will not
Know how to sacrifice the good and chase the bad!" Ding Yuncheng settled his moves without getting angry or changing his expression. He patted the dust on his hands and turned back to Peng Yun with a smile: "Have you remembered them all? After memorizing these basic techniques and footwork,
, proficient application depends on your own understanding and hard practice, but with your foundation and talent, it won't take too long?"
"Old man, you praise me too much!" Peng Yun felt a little embarrassed.
"From now on, you don't want to call me that, just call me Uncle Ding. After all, your father and I are good friends! I deserve it." The old man chuckled and took the handover from the middle-aged man.
Putting on his coat, he said to Peng Yun!
"Okay, I will call you Uncle Ding from now on!" Peng Yun was very happy. For him, relatives are too rare and precious.
"I'll go see your Uncle Tan when I have time. We old guys are all thinking about you. I remember when we were the Four Heroes of Fengtian." The old man said half of the sentence, as if he had let something slip. He quickly changed his words: "No, the Four Heroes of Fengtian were
, we have a life-long friendship with your father, and your father even saved the life of your uncle Tan, Tan Min."
"Really? Why haven't I heard of it? There is such a thing. Uncle Ding, tell me about it!" Peng Yun was very curious. It seemed that Qi Jiangming had not mentioned many things to Peng Yun.
"Let's talk about this story later. You see, it's getting late today. Let's go to bed early. There will be plenty of time in the future. Don't leave today. Stay here with me. Old Liu will arrange a place for Peng Yun!" The old man looked at it!
The time has already pointed to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, so I decided to call it a day and talk about it tomorrow.
Peng Yun had no choice but to follow the old man towards the villa building. Jiang Min and others also arranged for the beggars to go back to rest, then turned around and followed Peng Yun and others towards the villa.
"Qi, stop here, I have something to say!" A voice as clear as a silver bell sounded from behind.
Ding Yunpeng and Peng Yun were startled, and turned around almost at the same time to look at the place where the sound came from. Ding Yunpeng's head buzzed when he saw the person coming, and he thought something bad in his heart.
Peng Yun looked back and saw a girl standing under the willow tree by the east wall. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a smart outfit. Her black hair was rolled up and tied up with a handkerchief. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open.
, looking at himself and Ding Yunpeng with a smile on his face.
"Jin'er, don't mess around!" Ding Yunpeng shouted in a deep voice, but even Peng Yun could hear his fierce look and soft heart.
The girl named Yun Jin didn't seem to hear Ding Yunpeng's words. She stared at Peng Yun intently. Peng Yun felt a cold air coming out of his back and shivered involuntarily. It felt like
Like a frog being stared at by a snake.
"Xiao Jin, stop making trouble. This is an important guest. Didn't you see that the master is here?" Chen Hui came closer to the girl. Before he could finish speaking in a low voice, he was already kicked on the butt and pushed against the wall.
He stood up and got into the crowd without saying a word.
"Are you Peng Yun?" The girl spoke again, her voice was so clear and crisp, it sounded like she had downed a bottle of cold beer in one gulp during the dog days of summer.
But no one laughed, because no one could laugh. Except for one person - Peng Yun!
"Yes, I am Peng Yun!" Peng Yun still had a smile on his face that could fascinate dinosaurs, and his attitude was very humble.
"Stop talking nonsense, I want to compete with you!" The girl raised her head proudly, with a smile on her lips!