Start practicing from brushing experience

Chapter 20
Wang An originally learned Tai Chi martial arts.

In the curator's office, Yang Xianhua sat on the sofa expressionlessly, while Yang Zan stood aside, feeling a little uneasy.

"What's the matter? Could it be that he found out about the private affairs between me and the female students? It's all yours! Or did he find out about my kickbacks?"

"Go and help me inquire about a person named Wang An. This is his phone number."

This guy made Qingyangshan Taiji Villa lose face, and he heard the conversation between their husband and wife. Yang Xianhua became more and more angry when he thought about it, so he had to find a way to ask him out to have a good "chat".

"Wang An?" Yang Zan was taken aback, took a piece of paper written by Yang Xianhua, and read it carefully.

"Uncle, did he offend you? This man once learned Tai Chi in our martial arts school."

"What!" Yang Xianhua stood up from the chair all of a sudden.

His face was gloomy and uncertain, very ugly.

"Have you ever learned boxing here? I said why does it look familiar? I was lucky enough to win by a student from my own martial arts school."

"Since I have learned boxing here, it will be easy. Do you know where he lives?"

"I know, there are records in the martial arts hall."

"Ask him out and have a chat."

Listening to Yang Xianhua's tone and looking at his expression, Yang Zan knew it in his heart.

"Uncle, what time do you think is suitable?"

"The sooner the better."

"Okay, leave this matter to me, don't worry." Yang Zan patted his chest and said.

On the road, in the cold wind, Wang An was in a happy mood, humming a little song, thinking about what to have for lunch.

Jingling, the phone in his pocket rang.He stopped and saw an unfamiliar number, he hung up directly, but after walking for a while, the phone rang again, it was still the same number.

Wang An thought for a while and answered the call.

"Hi, hello."

"Hello, is this Wang An? I'm Xiao Lin and Lin Shan. Let's practice Tai Chi together, remember?"

"Hello, what's the matter?" Wang An recalled, it seemed that there was indeed such a student, but he didn't have much intersection with him.

"I would like to invite some of our Tai Chi students to have a gathering, do you have time?"

"No time, thank you." Wang An refused decisively, and then hung up the phone.

They are not familiar with each other, so a sudden treat must be a request or a conspiracy.

Not to mention a stranger, even the acquaintance Yue Wang An may not be able to make an appointment now.

"Hello, hello?" A young man on the other end of the beeping phone listened to the busy tone from inside and held his mobile phone and said to Yang who was beside him, "He hung up."

Yang Zan on the side had a gloomy face when he heard the words.

"Let's go, and go to the place where he rented the house. I don't believe he can't be blocked."

On the other side, Wang An pedaled his bicycle slowly to find a restaurant and ordered four dishes, with a combination of meat and vegetables. The rice in this restaurant is free.

"It's free." Wang And said.

There were not many people in the restaurant, besides Wang An, there were two tables with less than ten guests.

"Hey, why is this rice gone? There was still half of the pot just now? Boss, the rice is gone." The customer yelled.

"What?" The boss who came out of the back kitchen was taken aback. "No, there are not many people here, this pot should be enough."

After a while, the boss looked at the rice pot with only a few rice balls left and fell into deep thought.

"Where's the rice?" He subconsciously looked at the guests in the lobby, "These people don't seem to be that edible!"

"Boss, that man ate eight bowls of rice. I'm counting." The waiter came to the boss and pointed at Wang An who was eating, and gestured with two fingers.

"Eight bowls?"

"Yeah!" The waiter nodded.

Then Wang An came over to serve the rice again with a bowl under the astonished eyes of the restaurant owner.

"Boss, the rice is gone." Wang An looked at the rice pot and said to the boss beside him.

"Huh?" The boss was taken aback.

"Don't be dazed, hurry up and cook?"

"Oh." The boss nodded dully.

"Forget it, let's eat these today, [-]% full, just right." Wang An rubbed his stomach.

After paying the bill, he left the restaurant humming a little song.

"I've seen something edible, but I've never seen something so edible, and I'm still [-]% full? Is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?" The boss stared at Wang An's back and said.

After lunch, Wang An pedaled his car back to his residence.

In the afternoon, he didn't go to the city, but practiced Wu Qin Xi and Brick Walking in the courtyard.

For the next few days, he spent a long time in the swimming pool every day, experiencing the spiral force in the water.

On a very cold day, he would go to the swimming pool as soon as it opened, practice Tai Chi in the water, and constantly master the spiral strength.He is the only one in Nuoda's swimming pool most of the time.

Qi Dahe didn't care about him, just put on his coat, played games in the corner, and even fell asleep.

Anyway, there is only one person in the swimming pool most of the time.

"I'm soaking in water every day, so I'm not afraid of getting swollen in it. Hey, this assassin is so good that even the remaining blood can't kill him."

In the swimming pool, Wang An pushed, pressed, or clapped, and there were swirls in the water where his palms passed.

After these days of practice, he has become more and more familiar with the method of spiral strength.

"You practiced Tai Chi in the water for a period of time, your whole body was exercised, the strength of your legs was significantly enhanced, and you realized the force-generating technique of spiral strength.

Tai Chi experience +50. "

Wang An, who came out of the swimming pool, did not go back. After eating, he went to the Xingyiquan martial arts gym.

One person is worse than two people.

"It is estimated that Li Xinzhu is fine now, so I went to find him to practice."

Half an hour later, at the Xingyi Boxing Martial Arts Hall, Li Xinzhu's face was as pale as that of Changbai Mountain, and his hands trembled slightly.

Not far in front of him, Wang An was smiling.

"Sure enough, fetching water is different from beating people."

Li Xinzhu rolled up his sleeves lightly, both arms were swollen, and there were several incomplete palm prints on each, which were so red and purple.

"Tai Chi power?"

"I'm sorry, it's confiscated. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Wang An smiled awkwardly.

In the afternoon, he came to the martial arts gym, and finally dragged Li Xinzhu to compete with him in kung fu.

Li Hsinchu was a hundred times reluctant, but when they fought, it was okay at first, it was still the disgusting Tai Chi relief.

When it hits the body, it is like hitting cotton, which is fluffy and soft, and the strength cannot be realized.

Or it's like hitting a spinning ball, slipping to the side all of a sudden, and it's easy to lose the center of gravity if you don't pay attention.

What surprised him was that the opponent's Tai Chi Yunshou not only defended, but also slapped his arm from time to time, which seemed to be not as strong as his own Bengquan.

But as soon as it was slapped on the arm, a strange force came immediately, which could break his moves in an instant.

That force seemed to tear his arm apart.

(End of this chapter)