The winter in the north is slightly warm during the day and cold at night. However, due to global warming, the winter in the north is no longer the cold of the last century.

Qingjia Mountain is bare, and the town at the foot of the mountain is no longer angry. In winter, most people are wrapped in down jackets.

In the early morning, a breath can form a cold bunch in the air. The streets of the town are vast and deserted. It just fell yesterday. The snow on the ground is endless and there are few footprints.

A boy wearing a black down jacket and black gloves stepped on the snow with a shallow foot and walked down the town streets.

Every time I took a step, my palms moved slightly. Even so, my hands in my gloves were trembling with coldness.

Every time the boy took a step, his body twisted slightly and his feet walked along a straight line. The boy was Han Luo.

Han Luo has entered the stage of Tai Chi "practice of softness into hardness". This stage has been completed. In addition to lacking practical combat, his skill has also entered the essence of Tai Chi. The strength of Tai Chi is very fast, like a thunder shake or a storm. It is not the legendary inability to beat people and behave like a flowery air. It is just that it is difficult to reach this point without seven or eight years of hard work, and it is not something that can be practiced after seven or eight years. It requires guidance and talent.

The true teaching of Tai Chi has another mystery. It is not that you can become a master by learning a set of boxing postures. The boxing postures can be widely circulated in society, but the true teachings cannot be. This involves secret teachings and core.

What is the core of a Tai Chi technique? It is the lifeblood of others, and it is strange to give it to others easily. This thing needs to be sought by scholars themselves.

Moreover, it is not easy for others to be heard, and it was something our ancestors spent their whole life asking for.

Martial arts are not the realm where everyone can become Yang Luchan’s punch, and people can fly out.

Han Luo's Tai Chi is not easy to come by. It was learned by his father Han Canli after more than 30 years of learning. His father first got the Tai Chi posture, and by chance he got the Tai Chi core. Then he melted it together and then tested it.

"Crack."

Han Luo stepped on the snow, twenty miles away, and went back and forth, and his body was warm. Han Luo went up Qingjiao Mountain, came to a forest, and started to walk around the trunks by himself.

The trunk of a tree is like a human, and the trunk is like a human being. This is the practice of walking.

Han Luo was posing in Tai Chi and was traveling through the woods. His fists were no longer slow. This was practicing actual combat, not practicing kung fu.

Practicing kung fu is like writing health preservation, which requires the word "quiet and slow". Practicing practical combat requires the same as thunder and attack like lightning.

At this moment, Han Luo glanced at the white snow outside the woods, and there was a middle-aged man in black robe standing. The black robe was the kind of winter black coat, wearing old-age shoes and a buzz head, his eyes were very clear, and his face was not cold and pale, but a rosy rosy luster like jade.

This person is not simple!

After all, Han Luo had contacted Uncle Xuanguo's young man. At the first time, he saw this middle-aged man in black coat, and he felt that he was not simple.

At least, the eyes are very clear and the complexion is rosy. These two facial features are definitely possessed by those with deep skills.

Why does this person think of himself?

Han Luo was slightly curious and did not take the initiative to speak, so he slightly restrained his mind and practiced a practical attitude.

The middle-aged man in black coat in the distance looked at Han Luo's walking curiously with his eyes, and a chuckling gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"call!"

Han Luo beat him for more than ten minutes, and sweat was pouring out all over his body and his hands were warm. He let out a gentle breath, restrained his airs, turned around and walked out of the woods, and couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man didn't speak, as if he was enjoying the snow scene. He had an indescribable temperament on his body, as if he was like a mountain. The four words are most suitable to describe it, and a master of his generation!

Han Luo gradually went down the mountain and said in a strange doubt: "Who is that person? It seems that he is not from Qingcai Town, right?"

However, Qingzhi Town is also a town in Xiyuan City. With more than 30,000 residents in the town, Han Luo could not know everyone. However, Qingzhi Town has no martial arts masters, and Han Luo knew about this.

There is no one who knows martial arts in the entire Qingcai Town, except for himself, his father, Gao Bo, Shanshan Uncle, and a pharmacist.

The whole circle is very small, Uncle Xuanguo has gone out to Buddhism, so who is this middle-aged man?

On the second day, Han Luo finished hiking and went up the mountain to the woods. He saw a middle-aged man in black coat standing outside the woods.

Han Luo frowned slightly, but still walked in. Practicing martial arts requires comfort. After practicing boxing for a long time, he feels like a nest. Practicing boxing there is inspiration and comfort.

Han Luo did not practice practical combat, but practiced a set of Tai Chi without being fast or slow. Many footprints were made on the snow.

After Han Luo practiced Tai Chi, he took a gentle breath, pressed his abdomen with both hands, and closed his eyes gently, as if he was falling asleep.

At this time, the middle-aged man in black coat jumped slightly, and a look he found appeared.

Then for five or six days, Han Luo could always meet this middle-aged man in black coat. On the tenth day, Han Luo did not see the middle-aged man in black coat.

After practicing Tai Chi, Han Luo walked out of the woods and walked towards the rock where he practiced Tai Chi with his father. His eyes suddenly jumped, and he saw that on the rock, the middle-aged man in black coat was stretching his arms and sitting cross-legged on the rock, just like an ancient Taoist priest.

Han Luo thought a little, but walked up and said curiously: "Uncle, are you practicing boxing too?"

The middle-aged man in black coat turned around, and his buzz cut made him look energetic. He looked at Han Luo with clear eyes and said with a smile: "You have been practicing boxing for ten days, but you don't know that you have entered the wrong path. If you continue, your achievements will be limited."

Han Luo was slightly shocked. He knew that his Tai Chi was not authentic. Because he was not qualified to learn neither the Chen family Tai Chi nor the famous Yang family Tai Chi. One is that his family does not have the funds, and the other is that it is not that easy to learn the true teaching of Tai Chi after joining someone else's disciples. If you go in, you will test you for a year or two first, and it will decide to pass on your character.

In ancient times, many Taoist monks accepted disciples and scolded them indifferently. They saw whether the disciple had a qualified personality before preaching to their disciples. Many people could not stand this kind of tempering and retreated. It was simple to curse them indifferently, not only to cook for the master, but also to pour urinals and serve them day and night. In fact, Taoist monks also wanted to pass on their disciples, but they had to consider whether your character was suitable.

After all, if the wrong person is passed on, the apprentice is a cunning and vicious person, and he will use his own teaching skills to bully the master in the future.

When Han Luo heard this, he knew that this middle-aged man in black coat was not simple. He said respectfully: "Senior, the Tai Chi I practiced was passed down to me by my father, and I have not received regular practice."

"I know." The middle-aged man in black coat smiled gently and said, "You have no one to teach Tai Chi. You can get one or two essences. It's already very good. If you continue to practice like this, it will be easy to produce hard force and soft force."

"Is it wrong to practice?" Han Luo asked curiously, but immediately wondered whether the other party would tell him bluntly. After all, the advice was not for nothing.

"It's not that the practice method is wrong, it's just a little tilted." The middle-aged man in black coat said, "Your steps are not the real Tai Chi step."

"Tai Chi Step?" Han Luo was slightly surprised and said curiously. This is the first time he heard this word.
Chapter completed!