The next morning, there were already some people walking their dogs in the park. Ye Feng's gaze was attracted by a group of old men and women practicing Taiji Fist. He was eager to try it. Now that he was a martial artist with internal energy, he thought back to the Taiji Fist he had learned in university. Would it be different when he practiced it now?
He couldn't help but walk over and quietly stand behind them to practice Taiji Fist. Although Ye Feng's Taiji Fist was only learned in university, when he practiced it now, it was much more exquisite than the group of old people in front of him. There was a radio on the steps in front of him, and the classic song was playing over and over again: "Follow Fate."
"Blade Flashes and Sword Shadows is not my sect.
The sky and the sea have their own style;
He pushed with both hands, neither black nor white;
Neither good nor bad;
There was no defeat without victory.
If he didn't go, where would he come from?
。。。。。。。。。”
The lyrics and tune of this song were very much in line with the artistic conception of Taiji Fist. The lyrics talked about the state of Wuji. Wuji gave birth to Taiji, and Taiji returned to Wuji. Wuji did not distinguish between reality and emptiness, Yin and Yang, black and white, virtual and real, neither slow nor fast. It came first after it was launched, and it won the attack without any move.
The more Ye Feng fought, the more comfortable he became. In the end, he couldn't help but close his eyes. As he fought, he carefully experienced the concept of Taiji Fist. Turning his waist, shaking his shoulders, and waving his hands, Ye Feng moved the surrounding air and slowly formed an air vortex. The garbage and fallen leaves on the square were swept clean by the cleaning staff. Otherwise, they would definitely be flying around Ye Feng. At this moment, Ye Feng had already unknowingly used his internal strength. After a round of punches, the blood in his body boiled. In such cold weather, he was actually sweating all over. Ye Feng slowly stopped his cultivation, as if he had comprehended something. The corners of his mouth curled up into a signature smile.
"Little brother, your Taiji Fist is very good. You must have practiced it for a long time, right?”An old male voice sounded in her ear. Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes. In front of him stood an old man who was staring at him with a smile.
"What a good old man!" Ye Feng praised in his heart. This old man looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He was a little thin, and his hair and beard were both grayish-white. He was wearing a gray robe. In this day and age, other than crosstalk performers, there were actually people who wore such retro clothes. He really looked like an immortal. He had a kind smile on his face, but his eyes were very sharp and had a hint of dominance. Ye Feng's intuition told him that this old man was definitely not simple. Looking at his temperament, he could only be trained by being in a high position all year round.
Ye Feng smiled." Uncle, you're too kind. I'm just practicing for fun!"”
"To be able to reach such a realm just for fun, little brother, you really make me feel ashamed! Hehe, this old man's surname is Liu. May I know your surname, young friend?”The old man smiled again. The fist technique that Ye Feng had just performed was ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people. However, it was not simple in his eyes. When Ye Feng had just started practicing, he had been attracted and could not help but stand aside to watch. What shocked him was that Ye Feng's fist technique was so profound that it was like a boxing master. He had only watched for a short while and felt that his realm had increased. At this moment, when he saw Ye Feng stop his cultivation, he could not help but walk over.
"So it's Uncle Liu. I'm Ye Feng. From what Uncle said, it seems that Uncle also likes this Dao. It's boring to practice it alone.”When Ye Feng heard that this old man's surname was Liu, he somehow thought of Liu Yan. His good impression of this old man also doubled, and he had the intention of loving the house and its crow. Seeing that this old man seemed to be no ordinary person, he had long wanted to find someone to exchange blows with. He could not help but feel the urge to push his hand.
When Old Liu heard this, his eyes lit up."Haha, that's exactly what I want!"
Taiji Pushing Hands was also known as hitting hands or rubbing hands. It was a type of dual-person confrontation exercise in Taiji Fist. During the exercise, two people used their upper limbs and torso as the attacking parts, and used techniques such as jumping, stroking, squeezing, pressing, picking, elbow bending, leaning, etc. to make the other person lose balance. It was a good form of exercise to practice actual combat through the contradictory movement of yin and yang between the two sides.
"F * ck! He couldn't tell that this old man was so strong! If it was in the past, she really wouldn't be able to defeat him!”Looking at the old man's body that seemed to be able to blow him down with a gust of wind, he had thought of using less strength, afraid of accidentally hurting him. However, he did not expect to find that the old man's strength was really great when they fought. He might have a strength of more than a hundred pounds. If it were not for the fact that he could see that the old man did not have any internal strength, he would have thought that the old man was an ancient martial arts practitioner.
After getting used to it for a while, Ye Feng finally found the feeling and used 30% of his strength. Old Liu was also very shocked at this moment. He was very clear about the strength in his hands, but his full strength was easily resolved by the youth in front of him. Slowly, under the guidance of Ye Feng's Qi, he entered a state of emptiness. The movements of his hands became slower and slower, gradually unable to keep up with Ye Feng's rhythm. His old face flushed red, and he finally couldn't help but stop. He immediately sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Ye Feng also stopped and looked at Old Liu's condition. At first, he thought that he had injured the old man with too much force and was shocked. However, after taking a closer look, this matter was not as simple as he had thought. It seemed that this was a sign that he was about to break through his realm. He could not be disturbed in this situation. Otherwise, once he went berserk, he would be crippled in the light, and in the serious case, he would die immediately. Ye Feng shook his head and Suo stood at the side to protect him.
After about 20 minutes, Ye Feng suddenly felt that Old Liu's aura had become stronger. He probably found the way to generate internal energy through qi. He understood in his heart that this old man had successfully broken through. He was looking forward to seeing the first ancient martial art practitioner he had met in real life.
After another ten minutes, Old Liu finally let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. A flash of lightning flashed in his eyes, and he slowly stood up with excitement. When Ye Feng saw that Old Man Liu had woken up, he immediately went up to him and said,"Uncle Liu, did you get anything?”
Old Man Liu stroked his beard and laughed." Haha, I still have to thank Little Friend Ye for fulfilling my wish. I've finally broken through to the realm that I've always dreamed of. Little Friend is indeed not an ordinary person. Just a trace of your aura has allowed this old man to benefit greatly!”
This Old Man Liu was at least sixty or seventy years old. Moreover, martial artists did not easily look old. It could be seen that this old man's actual age was much older. However, he actually said that just finding the sense of Qi was the realm he dreamed of. Could it be that the martial arts in this world had declined to such a level? Ye Feng could not help but feel disappointed when he thought of this.
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