"Let me make a set for you first."
As he spoke, Meng Fan played the Tai Chi he learned from his previous life's university PE class.
Meng Fan was very familiar with Tai Chi, which he had chosen for four years.
Each move was like a textbook.
This was not because he loved Tai Chi, but because he was too slow in choosing his courses. Other subjects such as basketball and football had all been chosen by others…
He had no choice but to choose Tai Chi for four years.
The teacher who taught Taiji Fist was familiar with him, so much so that he often had to substitute for him in the next two years.
So how could Meng Fan not be familiar with it?
Wang Jian, who was standing by the side, smiled and said,""Kid, isn't your punch too slow? Wouldn't such a fist technique be courting death on the battlefield?”
"What do you know?" After finishing a set of punches, Meng Fan stopped and said to Wang Jian," My Tai Chi Fist combines the changes of Yin and Yang and the five elements that are easy to learn, as well as the meridian studies of doctors, Daoyin techniques, and breathing techniques. It's a boxing technique that cultivates both inside and outside, combining hardness and softness!"”
"Moreover, its function is not to kill enemies on the battlefield, but to prolong life and strengthen one's physique!”Meng Fan continued.
Meng Fan's explanation stunned Wang Jian. The changes of Yin and Yang and the five elements, the Dao Yin Technique of Meridians, all of it sounded very powerful.
It felt like he had combined the ultimate meaning of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.
Ying Zheng's eyes were shining as he heard this, and he hurriedly said,""Is this Taiji Fist really as magical as little friend says?”
"Of course!" Meng Fan nodded." Old Zhao, as long as you practice hard every day, not only will you get rid of the toxins in your body as soon as possible, but you'll also live longer, allowing you to live longer."”
"However, you still need to coordinate with other exercises to lose weight. The amount of exercise in Taiji Fist alone is not enough for you to lose weight successfully.”Meng Fan rubbed his chin and began to think about how to make a weight-loss plan for Ying Zheng.
" Yes!" Ying Zheng nodded repeatedly and said," Then, I'll have to trouble you to teach me in detail again, young friend!"”
So Meng Fan transformed into a Taiji Fist teacher and began to explain each move to Ying Zheng.
Taiji Fist was not difficult to learn, but there was still a certain standard to practice it well.
Fortunately, Meng Fan was quite patient in his teaching, guiding Ying Zheng bit by bit.
"En, not bad. Old Zhao, you learn very quickly!”After leading Ying Zheng to play two sets, Meng Fan found that he had learned it well, except for a few details.
He just needed to correct her later.
As the First Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng was quite talented in martial arts when he was young.
Otherwise, when Jing Ke tried to assassinate Qin, he wouldn't have used the King of Qin's Revolving Pillar to fool Ah Ke.
It was just that after so many years, Brother Zheng was already middle-aged and had no choice.
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Ying Zheng, who had practiced two sets of Taiji Fist with Meng Fan, felt his body relax a lot.
The soreness in her back after sleeping for a night had disappeared.
In the past, he would feel dizzy for a period of time when he woke up every morning. However, after two sets of punches, the chaos in his mind was swept away and he was in great spirits!
" This fist technique is indeed marvelous!" Ying Zheng praised generously.
Of course! Meng Fan thought to himself. If Tai Chi wasn't awesome, why did the old men in the park practice it every day?
Did they really think that they had nothing better to do?
"Alright, in the future, you will make two sets every morning. I will supervise and guide you from the side.”Meng Fan said to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng smiled bitterly, wondering who would be the one slacking off.
It was as if he had already predicted that this kid would definitely laze around in bed in the future!
"Since you're done punching, let's go to the fields to work!”Meng Fan stretched and said to the two.
"We're going too?" Wang Jian was surprised.”
" Of course," Meng Fan said matter-of-factly." My sweet potato field was destroyed by the two of you. Before you pay me back, why don't you help me replant the land?"”
"Besides, Old Zhao also needs to work. Only then will he have enough exercise to help him lose his belly.”
"Old Zhao, didn't you want to see the plow I made? You can experience it yourself today!”Meng Fan chuckled and looked at him with ill intentions.
Ying Zheng and Wang Jian looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness.
One of them was the First Emperor of Great Qin, and the other was Marquis Wucheng of Great Qin. Now, they had to help this kid farm…
He sighed. Who asked his horse to crush Meng Fan's sweet potato?
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng also began to loathe his Ferghana Horse, and could not help but cast a glance at the stable.
As if sensing his gaze, the Ferghana Stallion that was leisurely eating its fodder suddenly hoofed.
In front of the sweet potato field, Meng Fan asked for a cow from the old man yesterday. He mounted the bent shaft plow on the cow and drove it into the field.
The sweet potatoes that had been crushed by the Ferghana Stallion earlier were clearly not growing anymore.
With the help of Wang Jian and Ying Zheng, the three first pulled out the sweet potatoes and threw them aside. Meng Fan then began to plow the land again.
The cattle carried the curved shaft plow behind them and started to move in the sweet potato field. Ying Zheng, who was covered in mud, did not bother to tidy his clothes, but hurriedly opened his eyes wide and looked carefully.
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