Hearing this, Zhang Ren almost vomited blood.
What else do you want to achieve? Hmm? One day is too long to learn Tai Chi, right
For some reason, he felt that the boy in front of him spoke in that tone on purpose, but he had no evidence.
Not far away, Wang Ping and others who were standing still also looked over.
"Um."
Zhang Ren frowned slightly and slowly said two words, "Not bad."
"So, can I learn Tai Chi now?"
Chen Fan asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time.
The atmosphere became quiet again.
"Almost."
Zhang Ren nodded.
"What!"
As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ping and his companions became extremely excited.
"Brother Fan can learn Tai Chi now? So fast!"
"Didn't Uncle Zhang say that it would take at least a month to get started with Tai Chi?"
"Yes, you have to master Tai Chi stance before you can learn Tai Chi. In other words, Brother Fan has already, already..."
The person who was speaking opened his mouth so wide that it seemed as if he could swallow a basket of eggs.
"Really?"
Chen Fan also showed a look of surprise on his face, "That's great, Uncle Zhang, thank you."
"Um."
Zhang Ren responded indifferently, feeling inexplicably irritated.
If he didn't know Chen Fan well, would he really doubt whether he was an awakened person
At first glance, martial arts and superpowers seem to have nothing in common, but in fact, there are all kinds of awakened people. There is no superpower they cannot awaken, except what you can't imagine.
However, the awakening of superpowers is like an innate talent that everyone has. If you have it, you have it, and if you don’t, you don’t. It is impossible to say that someone is no different from an ordinary person in the first few years and awakens in the following years. Maybe such people exist, but he has never heard of them.
Could it be that this kid is really a one-in-a-million martial arts genius
"Fuck, Brother Fan has really gotten into it? That's awesome!"
"I'm so envious. Brother Fan has already started practicing Tai Chi, while we're still just practicing the basics. Sigh."
"Shut up!"
Zhang Renmeng turned around and said, "The Wuji Stance time will be extended by ten minutes. If anyone talks too much, it will be extended by half an hour."
The few of them suddenly became like quails, silent and obedient.
"It seems like I really have no chance of catching up with him," Zhao Feng said with a bitter smile, "But for my own sake, I have to persevere."
An hour later, Chen Fan finished the Tai Chi stance, winked at Wang Ping and the others, then looked at Zhang Ren with a playful smile and said, "Uncle Zhang, what's next?"
Zhang Ren first closed his eyes, as if to adjust himself, then slowly opened his eyes and said, "The reason why I asked you to start practicing from the Wuji style is because walking is the foundation of Tai Chi. Tai Chi emphasizes that power starts from the heels, starts from the legs, is controlled by the waist, and moves to the fingers. From the feet to the legs to the waist and hands, the upper and lower parts follow each other in a complete and coherent manner. The lower body determines the upper body, and the footwork must be accurate and steady, so that the upper body will not shake."
Chen Fan nodded repeatedly.
"Whether a person is good at Tai Chi depends first on the footwork, then on the accuracy of the punches, and then on the coordination of basic breathing techniques. This is a complete set of Tai Chi."
"Footwork, boxing, and breathing techniques?"
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
The art of breathing
Could it be that after practicing to a certain level, one can develop true Qi
Zhang Ren glanced at him, as if he could see what he was thinking, and said, "This breathing technique is not some martial arts technique in martial arts novels. It is not as powerful as you think. It is just a part of Tai Chi."
Chen Fan smiled awkwardly.
"I'll play it over for you first, watch carefully."
"ah?"
Not far away, Wang Ping exclaimed and glanced at the other person's leg intentionally or unintentionally.
"What? My leg is lame, not broken."
Zhang Ren said unhappily, "Wait until they've all finished standing, then you stand for another half an hour."
Wang Ping looked hopeless.
Soon, Zhang Ren started to practice Tai Chi. At the beginning, it was nothing. If it were some young people, they would have become impatient. However, as they watched, they became addicted to it unconsciously.
His movements were coordinated as if he was integrated with the surroundings. His steps were as light as a feather and as heavy as Mount Tai. You would never think that this man had a lame leg.
A few minutes later, Zhang Ren slowly finished his practice. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and his face became visibly red.
At the same time, Chen Fan looked at the skill column of the attribute panel, and sure enough, a line of small words appeared.
Zhang Style Tai Chi: Not understanding at all (0%)
There is also a line of grayed-out small words below, which are the prerequisites, such as Tai Chi style lv1, basic footwork lv1, etc. Fortunately, he has achieved them all.
He let out a long sigh. After spending a lot of effort, he finally mastered Tai Chi. It was not easy.
I don’t know what features I can unlock, but they should be much greater than the Tai Chi-style improvements, right
However, the strange thing is that, unlike basic archery and basic footwork, the proficiency of Tai Chi is not measured by levels? Instead, it is measured by the idiom of "knowing nothing at all"
"This is Zhang's Tai Chi," Zhang Ren's voice sounded, "The real Tai Chi has long been lost. The various Tai Chi styles today are all based on some moves preserved in ancient books, combined with other martial arts deductions and perfection, but they are basically the same..."
As he was speaking, a light sound of footsteps came from afar.
"That's all for now. I'll teach you the details after you finish lunch."
"Yeah, okay."
Chen Fan was a little strange.
"elder brother."
A clear child's voice sounded, and Chen Chen ran over quickly, grinning and saying, "Mom asked me to call you home for dinner, Uncle Zhang..."
He shrank his neck. In his eyes, Zhang Ren looked like a weird uncle.
"Uncle Zhang, I'll go back first. See you this afternoon, everyone."
Chen Fan said goodbye to everyone with a smile, then walked home with his brother.
The other people also finished standing on the stakes and went back after seeing the situation. After all, they were already hungry. Only Wang Ping stood alone in the open space, looking at Zhang Ren eagerly.
"Brother, did mom make a lot of food today? Yes, there are so many." He folded his arms.
"Yeah?"
Chen Fan couldn't help but touch his head, "Are you happy?"
"Yeah, happy!"
Chen Chen nodded repeatedly, and then a trace of distress appeared on his little face, "But mom said that these are all for my brother. My brother has worked very hard, so he needs to eat more."
"It's okay, we'll eat together then, and when we're done, my brother will bring more back."
"Uh-huh!"
Sure enough, before I reached the door, the aroma of meat wafted into my nose. On the table, there was a full pot of meat, steaming hot.
"You're back?"
Chen Guodong smiled and said, "The meat is freshly cooked. Come and eat it quickly. We will have enough for today."
"Really?"
Chen Fan also smiled, "Then I won't be polite."
He was looking forward to having a big meal and increasing his potential points.