Yang Mingyu smiled and said with firm eyes: "The Eight Immortals lie down on the table, entangle the opponent within a square inch, and attack their defenseless places with the utmost limit. The virtual top is ethereal. This is the advantage of small-frame Tai Chi in actual combat. The range of movements is not large, and the movement is It is not intense, and the heart, mind, nature and man are unified. This small form of Tai Chi is easy for people of all ages to practice, which is also the best way to practice as a self-exercise and recuperation. "
Wu Yugang listened attentively to the conversations of people in the living room.
"Then why do you call this a secret book? It's so simple, wouldn't it have been circulated everywhere for a long time!" Yang Chenguang asked his father while teasing his little nephew who was babbling at the language.
Yang Mingyu looked at the people in the room and said meaningfully: "Silly boy! The martial arts secrets of various sects are generally not passed on to the outside world. Only very few people have the opportunity to come into contact with them. The master also regards the secrets as treasures. Who would So generously pass it on to others! Many martial arts, including this Tai Chi martial arts, have been almost lost. If anyone knows a martial arts secret book, it will be a catastrophe in the martial arts world. "
At this time, the living room was extremely quiet! Several young people felt from the bottom of their hearts that society was too complicated. This secret book was related to the safety of the family and the responsibility was too heavy.
Yang Chenguang broke the silence in the room: "You said the secret book is so terrible, let's give the secret book to others! We don't have to worry about others thinking about it, or burn it. What's the use of keeping this troublesome treasure? We can live a stable life. good."
Everyone in the room was amused by the words of Yang Chenguang, a naughty child. Yang Wushuang pulled Yang Chenguang over and said, "You are the only one who talks too much!" Then he kicked his brother on the butt. Yang Chenguang reluctantly hid aside.
"It's the son's fault if he doesn't teach his father! This child is still young, so you have to talk to him!" Yang Mingyu thought, and said to the youngest son: "You are still young and don't understand society. You are generous and give things to others without any scruples. , do people think that is the most precious thing! If you give the secret book to others, others will not believe you. They will think that you still have something to hold back. Even if they kill you, they will not believe you. People are helpless, and Jianghu sinister."
"I know! My sister is quite sinister. She always beats me!" Yang Chenguang, a smart man, said mischievously from the side.
"I did it for your own good, do you know!?" Yang Wushuang said to his younger brother.
Yang Mingyu felt relieved to see the two siblings bickering, and said to the people in the room: "Come on, let's go to the yard and practice. You won't be able to speak without practicing, but just speaking will make you good at talking!" Mrs. Yang took her grandson and stood inside the door of the living room, while the young people stood in the yard.
The mountain village at night is harmonious and peaceful, with the stars and moon dimly illuminating the mountains, waters, plants and trees here. The yard of the Yang family became lively.
Yang Mingyu said to several couples of children: "Tai Chi Internal Kung Fu talks about: being as quiet as a mountain, with no yin and yang visible. The infinite world, enriching the Taicang, the spirit is gone when it comes, and the spirit returns and the energy returns. If things go on like this, the spiritual platform will manifest itself, and the soul will be born by itself. It moves like waves. , one wave after another, like a dragon traveling in space. It is better to be in front of one's thoughts than to be behind one's thoughts. Whoever comes first comes first!
"What's so strange, what's the big deal!" Yang Chenguang walked over slowly. People looked at the naughty child with a smile.
Yang Chenguang didn't answer. He was tight-fitting and neat, focused and calm, and started to punch seriously. Although Yang Chenguang, a little boy who was less than ten years old, was still young, Wu Yugang felt that the atmosphere around him was being stirred up as soon as he did this, and a ball of air surrounded Yang Chenguang.
Yang Mingyu nodded with satisfaction, thinking to himself: This child is usually quite naughty, but he has practiced this skill well, and he has indeed worked hard.
Wu Yugang pulled his junior brother who had finished punching and said, "You must be tired! Take a rest!"
Yang Chenguang said: "I'm fine! It's your turn, don't embarrass me!"
Wu Yugang stood in front of everyone and said shyly: "I haven't learned much when I first came here!"
Before Wu Yugang finished speaking, Yang Wushuang, a manly girl, said cheerfully: "Martial arts practitioners, there are so many things to do, practice quickly!"
Wu Yugang started practicing calmly, as quiet as a virgin, and as active as a rabbit in a trundle. As soon as he did the posture, the surrounding aura was mobilized, spinning rapidly, and condensed towards Wu Yugang's body. The huge air mass undulated like waves following Wu Yugang's movements.
This situation was not expected by Yang Mingyu. He felt that no matter how deep his skills were, he would be able to gain more knowledge when he first started practicing!
At this time, Wu Yugang was like a dragon playing in the water, like a rushing river, exerting his strength to create violent waves, but with his mind withdrawn, he was as quiet as Mount Tai.
The young woman looked at Wu Yugang's exquisite martial arts and nodded in admiration from time to time. He said to Yang Wushuang who was watching Wu Yugang in a daze: "It seems that you will have a great future. You just need to be as afraid of your wife as your brother!"
Yang Wushuang blushed and said, "Look at how he looks like a girl. He needs to be trained and trained in the future." The aunt and sister-in-law talked and laughed softly.
At this time, Wu Yugang had already stopped his momentum and finished the punch without losing his temper. Yang Mingyu came over and patted Wu Yugang's shoulder appreciatively. ... ...
"Okay! Let's stop here today. It's getting late, go to bed early!" Yang Mingyu warned the people at home.
The next day, Wu Yugang got up very early and walked to the downstream village with Yang Mingyu. The sun has not been born yet, but the environment can be seen clearly. In the mountains in the early morning, there are bursts of bird calls from time to time. The birds that get up early to look for food are constantly singing, making the place even more peaceful.
Wu Yugang inspected the mountains here while walking, pointed to the terrain beside the terraces and kept saying to Yang Mingyu: "We will transform the places where food cannot be grown into water reservoirs here, and then rationally develop some water tanks. ”
The village of dozens of households was transformed in a short time, and Wu Yugang also told Yang Mingyu his ideas and planned transformation methods.
Yang Mingyu looked at Wu Yugang with admiration and thought: "You are young and promising! He has brains and courage and will be promising. These methods of his can make the village a lot better. And it is more scientific and reasonable. Although some labor and other things have been invested, But it will benefit future generations a lot.”
Yang Mingyu said to Wu Yugang: "Okay! Let's think about it when we get back and discuss a feasible plan."
Wu Yugang was very happy and relieved by Yang Mingyu's attitude of approval, and smiled.
Yang Mingyu looked at Wu Yugang who seemed a little unhappy and said, "Why, is there anything you are unhappy about?"
Wu Yugang said: "No!"
However, Wu Yugang was indeed deeply troubled by another problem at this time. (To be continued)