"Mom, I want to go out." Peng Yuanzheng said to Meng Lin.
Then he said softly to Cao Ying, "Cao Ying, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, please accompany me to the countryside."
After saying that, Peng Yuanzheng opened the door and left.
Cao Ying hesitated for a moment, turned around and greeted Aunt Meng, and then chased Peng Yuanzheng downstairs.
Meng Lin looked at the backs of the two people walking downstairs and sighed softly.
How could a mother like Cao Ying not see Cao Ying's feelings for her son? It's just that the two families were not in the same family. The Cao family must look down on her as an orphan and a widowed mother. It would be difficult for the two of them to truly get together.
After going downstairs, Cao Ying saw Peng Yuanzheng pushing his bicycle, so she smiled softly and said, "Peng Yuanzheng, are you going to the countryside? Where are you going?"
"Let's go to my hometown and take a trip to Baiyun Village." Peng Yuanzheng replied, but there was a slightly invisible tenderness in his eyes when he looked at Cao Ying again.
This girl is upright, kind and simple. The two of them are a relatively suitable couple. However, the Cao family is unwilling to let their daughter marry Peng Yuanzheng, and her mother Liu Fang is seeking life and death because of this. The girl finally has to give in, including
Tears broke up with Peng Yuanzheng.
"Yeah, it's too far, and it's very tiring to ride a bike. Just wait - I'll go home and ride my motorcycle." Cao Ying ran forward, but when she couldn't run a few steps away, she turned back and waved, "You
Just wait, it will be soon!"
Not long after, Cao Ying came over on her brand new women's scooter, threw a helmet over, and said with a smile, "Come on, come on, Peng Yuanzheng, I'll take you!"
Without any hesitation, Peng Yuanzheng took the helmet and put it on before jumping into the back seat. Cao Ying stepped on the accelerator, and the locally produced motorcycle buzzed out.
In this day and age, motorcycles are not affordable for ordinary people. Only those from a family like Cao Ying can afford a motorcycle worth several thousand yuan. This is already a big deal for Peng Yuanzheng, his mother and son.
That's a huge number.
Cao Ying drove Peng Yuanzheng out of the living area of Xin'an Machinery Factory on a motorcycle and headed north along the road toward Peng Yuanzheng's hometown - a small village called Boxia where his father Peng Yuqiang's adoptive parents lived.
And go.
Cao Ying's motorcycle was driving very fast. She didn't expect such a quiet and beautiful girl to be driving so "aggressively". Fortunately, it was afternoon, and there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road. It was a very fast road, but everything went smoothly.
Peng Yuanzheng tightly hugged Cao Ying's slender and elastic waist, and his heart slowly filled with more and more intense tenderness. The emotions of the past and present were intertwined, and for a while, he was agitated and couldn't control himself.
Only half an hour's journey passed by in a blink of an eye. When Cao Ying drove the motorcycle into the entrance of Boxia Village, Peng Yuanzheng came back to his senses, patted Cao Ying's shoulder lightly, jumped out of the car, and gently
He said lightly, "Cao Ying, please wait for me for a while. I'll go do something and I'll be back soon."
Cao Ying nodded tenderly, parked the car under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, stood beside the car, and quietly stared at Peng Yuanzheng's retreating back, a blush gradually appeared on her face.
Peng Yuanzheng went directly to the Boxia Village Committee. The current village party secretary of Boxia Village is Sun Dazhuang, the son of the former party secretary, who is also his grandfather's neighbor.
The village committee is located at Sun's house.
Entering the newly renovated farmyard of the Sun family, a local dog ran out barking, and an old man wearing a T-shirt was carrying a load of pig manure and was about to go out. When he met Peng Yuanzheng, he was stunned for a moment.
, then smiled and said, "Expedition? How come you have time to come back to the village? Are you on vacation?"
"Third Grandpa! I graduated from college and came to the village to see Third Grandpa. By the way, Third Grandpa, is my uncle Zhuang here?" Peng Yuanzheng calmed down and greeted with a smile.
Party Secretary Lao Feng ranked third, so Peng Yuanzheng was called Third Grandpa since he was a child. When he was young, he went back to live with his grandparents in the village during winter and summer vacations. It can be said that he was the child who grew up under the watch of Party Secretary Lao Feng and his family.
Old Party Secretary Feng put down the dung pick in his hand, took Peng Yuanzheng's hand and walked into the house. As he walked, he shouted, "Dazhuang, Yuanzheng is here - from Dazhuang's family, hurry up and cut some pieces of watermelon for Yuanzheng."
To relieve the heat... After understanding the purpose of Peng Yuanzheng's visit, Old Party Secretary Feng didn't get to the bottom of it. Anyway, the Peng family escaped from the south of the Yangtze River and were outsiders in the village. Everyone knew about this situation, and there was nothing to hide.
Party Secretary Lao Feng reminisced while Peng Yuanzheng took notes, writing a detailed certificate of the time and ins and outs of the Peng family's migration to Boxia Village, and then Feng Dazhuang stamped it with the official seal of the village committee.
After sitting at Feng's house for a while, Peng Yuanzheng stood up and left.
After leaving the village, Cao Ying didn't ask him anything. She just silently got on the motorcycle again and drove Peng Yuanzheng further north to Baiyun Guanxiang.
Cao Ying thought that Peng Yuanzheng wanted to come to the countryside in advance to check out the situation. After all, he was assigned to work in this township. Unexpectedly, Peng Yuanzheng guided them all the way. Instead of going to the countryside, they followed a small road into the mountains.
The town of Baiyun Temple got its name because there was a Baiyun Temple at the foot of the mountain. Later, the Baiyun Temple was developed into a tourist attraction, and tourists came in droves. However, at this time, the valley where Baiyun Temple was located was very quiet and quiet.
Several of the buildings are simple and dilapidated, and the low walls are covered with clumps of green grass. The small empty space in front of the gate is empty, with only two rows of ancient locust trees on which countless cicadas are chirping hysterically.
It screams and makes people upset.
Peng Yuanzheng stood silently in front of the gate, staring into the deep courtyard, maintaining a strange silence.
Cao Ying frowned. She didn't know why Peng Yuanzheng came here suddenly.
After a while, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a worn Taoist robe and short shirt walked out of the temple. This Taoist man had short hair, a kind and capable face, and was not tall.
The Taoist was startled when he saw Peng Yuanzheng and the two of them.
Peng Yuanzheng took a long breath, suddenly stepped forward, put his hands together in front of his abdomen, palms facing inward, and the backs of his palms drawing an arc, sliding down on his chest. His right hand drew an arc downwards and circled to the right. At the same time, he bowed and struck a blow.
The Taoist Jishou said loudly, "Taoist Master Mingxin, it is polite to go on an expedition!"
The Taoist was surprised. The tall young man in front of him looked very unfamiliar, but he called out his Taoist name at once. And his posture was very standard. He stood upright, with his eyes hanging down, calm and calm. There was actually something in this behavior.
A tranquil atmosphere that floats away from everything.
The Taoist hurriedly returned the greeting, "I am a poor Taoist, but I am very polite. May I ask why you are here?"
Peng Yuanzheng couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Time went back to the starting point, but it was a pity that Taoist Mingxin was no longer a stranger to him. In his previous life, he was very bored because of his work in the countryside, so he came to Baiyun Temple to learn Tai Chi from Taoist Mingxin every day, and the two of them went through rain or shine for several years.
They can be regarded as lifelong friends and have a master-disciple relationship.
Peng Yuanzheng took a step back, and suddenly his waist sank. Ning Xin held his breath, pushed, pulled, hooked, lifted, opened and closed, performing one hundred and eight movements of Tai Chi like a flowing stream. He was seen swaying, leaping and jumping.
, when it breaks out, it's like a fierce dragon crossing the river, and when it's melodious, it's like a shallow singing stream, advancing and retreating very quickly, and unpredictable.
If at the beginning, Peng Yuanzheng's movements were a bit rough and stiff, but later on, they became smooth, smooth and easy to move. It can be seen at a glance that he has put in many years of hard work.
Taoist Mingxin became more and more shocked as he watched, not because of Peng Yuanzheng's profound skills, but because of this set of boxing techniques and routines that he was so familiar with.
Because this boxing method was adapted by his master Ou Shi Taoist, who combined the essence of Tai Chi, Xingyi, and Changquan over decades. Compared with the Tai Chi routines of many factions that have been handed down today, it is more offensive.
sex and practicality. Of course, it is also more difficult.
In ordinary Tai Chi, you can get started and become familiar with it in one year, but without three years of hard work, it is difficult to peek into the door of Ou Style Tai Chi. But to be proficient in it, you need a longer period of immersion and speculation... Please vote and ask for help.
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