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Chapter 7 Do you want to learn, I will teach you

"Isn't this power too weak?"

Fang Lang looked at a huge boulder of about fifteen cubic meters in front of him and frowned.

He just used his internal strength and hit the boulder with Tai Chi, which only broke the boulder in half.

A third-level warrior can easily demolish a villa and smash the boulder with one move.

It stands to reason that Fang Lang can break this boulder into dozens of pieces with one basic punch if he cooperates with his internal strength.

However, he just used Tai Chi and only broke the boulder in half.

"What's going on? Why is it not as powerful as my basic boxing skills?"

"Could it be that I used my strength incorrectly?"

Fang Lang was very confused and sat down in front of the boulder, closing his eyes and thinking deeply.

Two hours later, Fang Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

"I got it! I got it!"

"Those Tai Chi moves such as holding the bird's tail and cloud hands are actually not very strong, and their lethality is even more pitiful."

"The existence of moves is to cultivate artistic conception. The artistic conception is so powerful that it doesn't matter whether there are moves or not."

"So, Tai Chi doesn't have to stick to boxing moves, you can do whatever you want."

Fang Lang seemed to have figured out the reason, stood up excitedly, and adjusted his breathing.

He forgot all Tai Chi moves, raised his hand, and slapped the boulder with one palm.

This palm is like swatting a mosquito, there is no trick to follow.

However, with this simple shot, the boulder was shattered into pieces.

Countless fist-sized rocks flew out and were firmly embedded in the trunk of the big tree in the distance.

"Tsk tsk, that's right!"

Fang Lang was greatly satisfied when he saw the power of this palm.

He finally understood the essence of Tai Chi.

Tai Chi emphasizes spiritual will and state of mind, not single moves.

If you focus on the moves and apply them mechanically, the power will be weaker than other boxing techniques.

"The so-called intention does not use force, there is no move to win but there is a move, and things and myself are forgotten. This is the highest state of Tai Chi."

Practicing moves is to practice one's mind, and practicing one's mind is to improve one's realm.

At a higher level, any move can be Tai Chi.

"No wonder when Master Zhang taught Wuji Tai Chi, Wuji completely forgot about it."

Fang Lang laughed dumbly. After resting for a while, he started practicing Tai Chi Sword according to this idea.

"When I practiced Tai Chi a few days ago, I only focused on one move and one style, and didn't rely on the artistic conception at all. It seems that I need to spend another day to become familiar with the artistic conception of Tai Chi."

In the world of martial arts, there are four levels of artistic conception in martial arts: entry into the artistic conception, minor accomplishment in the artistic conception, great achievement in the artistic conception and perfection in the artistic conception.

Every time the artistic conception breaks through a level, the power of martial arts will increase exponentially.

Because Fang Lang was a fifth-level martial artist three years ago and was extremely talented, and had some experience in some martial arts, he was able to understand the essence of Tai Chi.

He continued to practice, combined with Tai Chi breathing techniques, and practiced Tai Chi slowly.

After this Tai Chi exercise, Fang Lang seemed to feel as one with heaven and earth.

"Little friend, what kind of boxing technique are you doing?"

Fang Lang was about to do it again when he suddenly saw an old man and a girl walking towards him not far away.

The old man had been watching Fang Lang doing Tai Chi not far away for a long time, and then he couldn't help but step forward and ask Fang Lang what kind of boxing he was doing.

Fang Lang looked at the old man in surprise.

Many warriors passed by here before and laughed at Fang Lang when they saw him doing Tai Chi. Unexpectedly, this old man actually came forward to ask.

"Did he see something wrong?"

Fang Lang observed the old man.

I saw the old man wearing gray martial arts uniforms, with a restrained aura, and he looked like a master of martial arts.

Next to him was a pretty girl.

The girl was seventeen or eighteen years old. She was dressed up in a fancy way. There were claw marks from monsters on her clothes, presumably from when she was hunting monsters. "Senior, this boxing is called Tai Chi."

Fang Lang knew that the old man in gray clothes was a master and did not dare to be negligent, so he answered with his hand.

"Tai Chi..." the old man muttered softly, and then asked: "May I ask where you learned from my little friend?"

Master?

Fang Lang had never worshiped his master.

But to be careful, he cupped his fists and said, "My master has said that his name should not be mentioned outside. I hope you will forgive me."

"Oh, it's a pity." The old man in gray sighed: "I am just a young man. To be able to create a boxing technique like Tai Chi, my master must be an expert in this world. I am afraid that even I can't match it."

The old man in gray clothes said this, and the girl beside him frowned and looked at Fang Lang with disdain.

Fang Lang said calmly: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"what?"

The old man in gray clothes was shocked, and finally there was a trace of emotion on his face that had been so smooth for a long time.

As an eighth-level master, he could tell at a glance that this Tai Chi was extraordinary and was probably a legacy left by an extraordinary being.

Hearing that Fang Lang said that he wanted to teach him, he was a little excited, but also felt extremely unbelievable.

"Pfft!"

Who knew that at this moment, the girl next to him burst into laughter:
"You still want to teach my grandpa how to do some tricks? Do you know what level my grandpa is?"

The girl looked at Fang Lang proudly.

In her opinion, Fang Lang's so-called Tai Chi was like broadcast gymnastics slowed down several times. How could he be qualified to teach her grandfather who was a master?

Fang Lang smiled noncommittally.

What does the little girl know?
"Shut up!" The old man in gray scolded his granddaughter, then looked at Fang Lang and asked, "Little brother, are you really willing to teach me?"

"Master has said that martial arts in the world are not divided into different families. If the seniors want to learn, the juniors can teach them."

Fang Lang nodded.

The reason why he said he wanted to teach this old man was to form a good relationship. After all, not everyone in the martial arts world is a bad person.

Secondly, he doesn’t teach everyone everything he has. He won’t teach the most important things of Tai Chi to others for the time being.

"There is no division in martial arts in the world." The old man in gray clothes sighed again: "My master is so advanced that Qi feels ashamed."

Qi?

Could it be that he is from the Qi family in Qingzhou?
Fang Lang had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't dwell too much on this issue.

The girl heard her grandfather praising Master Fang Lang and thought to herself, "I want to see how powerful his boxing skills are."

While the girl was thinking this, her grandfather had already started learning Tai Chi from Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's movements were extremely slow and his boxing moves were powerless.

This kind of boxing technique is simply a joke. Even the health-preserving gymnastics of the elderly are faster than this boxing technique!
What's funny is that her beloved grandfather actually started studying with Fang Lang in a decent and serious manner.

"What is Tai Chi? The boxing technique is not boxing technique, the palm technique is not palm technique. How can there be any strength in the moves?"

"Can such a boxing technique kill an enemy? I'm afraid I can't even defeat a child!"

"Hey! Big liar, can you move faster and punch harder? Don't act like you're playing house."

……

The girl was chattering away.

After all, her level is still low and she is not as knowledgeable as her grandfather.

After seeing Tai Chi, she inevitably felt that this boxing technique was not worth learning by her grandfather.

Fang Lang stopped teaching when he heard this, his face was stern, and he felt slightly unhappy.

Although he didn't bother arguing with the little brat, how could he tolerate this girl who kept saying that his Tai Chi was rubbish?
Therefore, Fang Lang simply did not teach the old man in gray Tai Chi.

The old man in gray clothes looked unhappy when he saw Fang Lang getting angry.

He glared at his granddaughter, releasing an invisible pressure from his body, and shouted:

"Qiqi, why don't you apologize to this little brother quickly!"

(End of this chapter)