Since Taoist Yizhuo said that he would let Ding Changsheng choose it himself, he was embarrassed to come in and see it again. So he drank the wild camellia tea brought by Ding Changsheng outside the door, but he didn't come out for the first time and didn't come out for the second time. Taoist Yizhuo was a little anxious, so he went into the room and saw that Ding Changsheng was sitting on the ground leaning on the chair and was asleep.

"Hey, Secretary Ding, Secretary Ding, the ground is cold, get up and go to sleep." A Taoist priest gently pushed Ding Changsheng and said.

"Well, why am I asleep?" Ding Changsheng opened his eyes and saw the Taoist priest looking at him like an old god.

"Did you find what you want to learn?" Taoist Yizhuo said with a smile.

"Well, I'll learn it once I find it, it's simple and easy to learn." Ding Changsheng handed a book to the Taoist priest of Yituo.

Taoist Yizhu took it and almost fainted. It turned out that this was a book explaining "Tai Chi Thirteen Styles". He himself had not known how many years this book had been. Anyway, it was left by his master. These were all Taoist treasures.

But although I practice martial arts, I still say the same thing, all for fitness, and I have practiced it according to the pictures of this book. But to be honest, although these thirteen Tai Chi styles are simple and easy to learn, if I practice them well, it will not take a long time to practice them overnight.

"Master Taoist, how long will it take for me to practice the kung fu in this book?"

"You, one morning," said a Taoist priest casually.

"One morning, that's so easy?"

"Secretary Ding, to be honest, if you practice this airs, it will be fine for a whole morning, but if you practice what you mentioned, there will be no door if you have not practiced in the actual combat for ten or eight years."

"Ah, for so long, I'm over thirty then. This can only be used for actual combat. It's a little too long." Ding Changsheng was disappointed.

Taoist Yizhu turned his eyes and said, "Of course, this may not be necessary. There are many strange people and strange things in this world. Maybe Secretary Ding is a genius who practices this kung fu. Moreover, if you practice this kung fu well, it will be good. Even if you cannot be used for practical combat for a while, it is good for self-cultivation." Taoist Yizhu was afraid that he would go in and flip through his things again, so he said.

He is wearing everything but flattering, and everyone likes to listen to good things. Ding Changsheng is also a human being. Even though he knows that this is a turbid Taoist priest who is perfunctory, he is still very happy to ask him how to practice these thirteen styles.

The Taoist Yizhuo also followed the principle that it was better to have less than more things, so the two of them started practicing in the living room. Not to mention that in the morning, in less than an hour, Ding Changsheng had already learned almost everything, which made the Taoist Yizhuo praise Ding Changsheng as a material for martial arts. In fact, he was an ordinary person, so he should learn all Tai Chi at this time.

After the Taoist priest taught Ding Changsheng basic moves, he threw the book to Ding Changsheng, and then he went to bed with three steps, leaving Ding Changsheng to gesture in the living room.

Ding Changsheng is a person who knows what he wants to do. Since he has this opportunity to ask his master for advice, he has been very busy. Until the dawn the next day, Taoist priest got up to do morning class. He actually saw Ding Changsheng repeatedly practicing the thirteen stances he taught him last night in the morning light, and he also returned to the tree to read the books from time to time. Taoist priest priest couldn't understand it now. This guy was really not on a whim. It seemed that he was a little persistent and determined. Moreover, he has practiced well since last night's flower stand.

The Spring Festival is a day for ordinary people to rest, but it is also a time for each other to move closer to each other, so officials are no exception. When Ding Changsheng took a cold shower with the well water in front of a turbid Taoist priest's door, his phone rang.

Although he felt a little tired after a night of practice, he felt that his muscles and bones were much more flexible. And while practicing over and over again, he was also thinking about which move to better attack the enemy. This is his original intention of learning this thing.

"Hey, what are you asking me for during the New Year? Happy New Year, Lao Ke." Ding Changsheng wiped his head with a towel while making a phone call.

"Where are you going? It's the Chinese New Year, and you don't even have a word. This is the second year of junior high school. If you are fine, come to Baishan. If the classmates at our police academy get together, you will be missing."

"Oh, this matter, can you not go? I'm busy here too."

"You're so busy. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the bosses don't go to work. You can't see you even if you go to work. You'd better come over and meet your brothers. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. It's better to participate in more activities like this. Maybe you can use it someday. Do you know what I mean?"

"Okay OK, I'll go there later, you can send me the address."

Ke Zihua is right. If you are in the world, how can you not make a few friends? What's more, this kind of official world where people kill people without blood. Sometimes one more information can determine a person's future, and this information is given by those who usually make good relationships, so the saying "multiple friends, multiple roads, multiple enemies and multiple walls" is really true.

"Master, I've taken this book away. I've returned the comic strips to you. Keep them for yourself." Taoist priest Yizhuo was in the house, and Ding Changsheng picked up his clothes and walked down the mountain. While walking, he called Du Shankui and asked him to pick him up.
Chapter completed!