Quanzhou.

The starting point of the Eastern Silk Road.

West Street is an extremely lively street in Quanzhou, the most famous of which is the Double Pagoda of Kaiyuan Temple.

The man who is 1.9 meters tall is extremely eye-catching wherever he goes. Whether he works in the Hui'an Stone Carving Factory when he was young or now he is refining guns in a small courtyard in the suburbs of Linhai, Quanzhou, it is so attractive.

Cao Zhenglei and Chen Wenxiang, the eldest grandson of Chenjia Village, the Tai Chi master of Chen Wenxiang, walked here on the West Street.

Chen Wenxiang looked at the small shops selling special snacks in Quanzhou, southern Fujian, next to West Street, which looked like the ancient life years of hundreds of years ago.

Cao Zhenglei looked at the stone tower that was extremely eye-catching in the distance and said, "That's Kaiyuan Temple."

Chen Wenxiang naturally also saw the stone tower with red roofs standing on it. The long years came and the traces of more than a thousand years were unconcealed. This experience of time was something that no master could do. Chen Wenxiang was a little dazed and finally understood why Cao Zhenglei was born in a wealthy family in Shandong, but here, in the south and in Quanzhou, he stayed in the entire youth to middle-aged period.

Because there is no prosperity in Shanghai, the rising high-rise buildings in Zhengzhou, and the grandeur of Kyoto, there is a tranquility.

Cao Zhenglei walked to a shop stairs and said, "Grandma, buy two full fried cakes."

Chen Wenxiang looked at the introduction of "Manjiancake" that he had never seen before, and was amazed. It turned out that it was during the war between the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Qing Dynasty. A generation of military officers in Quanzhou, in order to fill the soldiers without disturbing the people, specially put peanuts, red dates, brown sugar, etc. in the middle of the pastry to make up for their nutrition.

Cao Zhenglei paid six yuan and handed it to Chen Wenxiang, saying, "Try the specialty of Quanzhou. If you come to Quanzhou, you can't let you go for nothing."

Chen Wenxiang, who was thirteen years old in young Cao Zhenglei, smiled and took the fried cake. It tasted very good. It was soft and soft. The brown sugar in the middle and peanuts were then rolled into the tongue and grinded them in the teeth. It tasted very good. Chen Wenxiang said: "It's delicious."

Cao Zhenglei narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you know why I stayed here for so many years?"

Chen Wenxiang was stunned by Cao Zhenglei's questioning, and was a little surprised and shook his head.

Cao Zhenglei looked at the sky, smiled and said nothing.

The two passed by Kaiyuan Temple, a typical Minnan building with a raised eaves, but the door plaque did not contain the word Kaiyuan, but the word "Ziyun" was written on it. There was a white wall opposite and the word "Ziyun Wall" was written on it.

It was already afternoon, and the gun fairy Cao Zhenglei narrowed his eyes and did not bring Chen Wenxiang into the temple.

As a Tai Chi master of a generation, Chen Wenxiang was in Henan, and was very close to Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. Moreover, his grandfather Chen Niaoxin also had close friends with several monks from Shaolin Temple. When he saw this ancient temple, he naturally wanted to go in and worship the wisest Sakyamuni, the mankind.

Chen Wenxiang has no religious beliefs. Chenjia Village has been like this in all dynasties, but he still respects Buddhist temples and Taoisms. It is not the legend of sages, but the contributions of great people to mankind.

Chen Wenxiang said: "Don't you plan to take me in and have a look?"

Cao Zhenglei shook his head and said, "I won't go to the temple in the afternoon."

Chen Wenxiang was shocked when he heard this kind of news for the first time: "What's this?"

Cao Zhenglei shook his head and said, "You have just entered the Huajin period and have not yet fully understood the deeper world. Let's go."

Chen Wenxiang was deeply confused.

The two walked out of the West Street and headed west, and Cao Zhenglei slowly said: "Based on my current realm, I can barely see the sky light above the temple with different times."

"What's the solution?"

"The temple is very bright in the morning, and the late afternoon, the darker the sky above the temple. Ordinary people cannot detect the changes in it, and even if it is me, they cannot clearly see it."

Chen Wenxiang was stunned. What a realm?

Cao Zhenglei's understanding of the world is now...

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Cao Zhenglei brought Chen Wenxiang to Qingyuan Mountain, bought two tickets, and entered it. He first visited Laozi's statue, and then went all the way up the mountain. Where there was no one, two master-level warriors went up the mountain like flying.

Half an hour later, the two of them reached the top of the mountain.

The place of the ancient cave in Qingyuan.

A middle-aged Taoist priest slowly was in the stone courtyard. At this time, there were very few tourists. The sunset was setting in the sky. The middle-aged Taoist priest was talking to a man in his thirties.

"The mysterious passage is long!"

Cao Zhenglei was obviously very light, but his voice was empty and he had a very strong penetration.

A Taoist priest and a man turned around and saw Cao Zhenglei and another gentle man.

"Huh!" The Taoist priest was surprised and saw that it was Cao Zhenglei. He immediately smiled and bowed, saying, "Mr. Cao."

The four of them met, each with one person they didn't know, and two acquaintances introduced them to each other.

After hearing that he was a direct disciple of Chenjia Village, Mu Ran raised his respect and looked resolute. Because Chenjia Village has a deep connection with his own master in history.

Cao Zhenglei learned that the man with a short sleeve in blue and looks only 1.67 meters tall was the direct leader of the Minnan Housing Sect, and praised him! Because although he had been in Fujian for a long time, he had never dated a Housing Sect who only heard of his name and was very secretive in martial arts.

The Hou School focuses on key points and has a very deep skill, with the unique strengths of their school. They are both skilled in finger training, but how to practice fingers is unknown.

Gun Fairy.

Wudang School has long Xuanluo.

Chen Wenxiang.

Hou Junjie.

Four people from the martial arts world gather here.

The Taoist priest invited three people to sit in his hut. The hut was not as luxurious as the Taoist temple, but it was just an ordinary style of private houses with red walls, but the scenery here was very good, and it could overlook the entire east and south areas of Quanzhou.

The four people talked exactly.

Cao Zhenglei and Chen Wenxiang learned about one of the things.

The day before yesterday, Hou Junjie's original intention was to hide his true skills. He defeated a Sanda champion in a live competition.

Hou Junjie said in detail.

In the first round, the two were equally matched.

In the second round, the Sanda man quickly whipped his leg. Before he retreated, Mr. Hou stepped forward and used a red finger-dividing glove in his left hand to sway the Sanda man's chest. The man was pressed by himself and should be pressed down.

Then he solved the acupoints for the other party himself.

Because it is a regular competition, there is no intention to kill people, just click until it.

But it caused a lot of fun on the Internet.

Hou Junjie shook his head and sighed: "We have used to hiding the Shijia family, and have lived a rough life, and don't like to show off. This accident really made me adjust my mood until now, and I am unwilling to accept any interviews, and I didn't expect it to attract so much attention from the media."

Taoist Master Tongxuan explained: "There are even more people with names who take advantage of this to threaten to challenge Mr. Hou."

"Mr. Hou had no choice but to agree to the reputation. Anyone who competed with him in a regular competition will be with him."

Cao Zhenglei sighed.

Chen Wenxiang shook her head.

The martial arts world has always been big, not because it does not have real skills, but because many martial arts men are unwilling to show up. The martial arts world is so big that Chen should be careful, and Cao Zhenglei can stand up and support the overall situation. Many martial arts men do not need to show up. This is also the voice of many martial arts men in China.

Cao Zhenglei said: "The martial arts world has long disappeared. The ancestors of our family show up in order to live. In today's era, there is no need to fight and fight to eat. No martial artist is willing to compete with others and hurt others. When we practice martial arts, we have no intention to fight with others. We are all trying to achieve the way of heaven, and we have no intention to talk nonsense and pull boxing."

Chen Wenxiang smiled: "My grandfather also bothered him for his whole life, and the martial arts world is full of entanglements."

"Fortunately, Tai Chi Village has a master after all, so it's different for our waiter to click acupoints. There is no master at the level of Huajin to take charge, and one punch shocks the martial arts. Facing the constant challengers, it's really exhausting."

Taoist Master Tongxuan narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't think I have to worry so much."

"Many warriors, although famous, are not warriors. They are just people who make a name for themselves and have a reputation. Why bother to be too careful?"

"A man who never tires of studying hard will not like hypocritical people."

"Master Chen Wenxiang!"

"I, Wudang and your Chenjia Village, have a lot of connections. Why don't you and I compete with each other and give Mr. Hou and Mr. Cao a palm?" Tongxuan said to Chen Wenxiang.

Chen Wenxiang settled his arms, and seemed to be motionless, but his strength had sinking. He stood up and followed his strength. It was obvious that he had moved first.

Who says Tai Chi is a latecomer?

Cao Zhenglei laughed and understood the samadhi in it, and understood Tai Chi better in his heart.

"Don't be respectful!" Chen Wenxiang clasped her fists, and her strength was integrated, so she had already made a fist move first.

Sitting, standing, moving, and moving are all the smooth, brewing and bursting fortunes of Tai Chi.

How many people can do Tai Chi in the secular world?

The boxing posture is just a fixed and lively change, which is the real Tai Chi.

Those who integrate into life, raise their hands and feet can be called the true teaching of Tai Chi.

Tongxuan takes action first, Tai Chi brushes his hands, and moves very quickly.

Chen Wenxiang is soft and transformed, and hard is in it.

It's not actual combat, although it's a competition.

Hou Junjie's vision was wide open.

He was very impressed by Tongxuan's kung fu and had been in the magic power for many years.

And looking at such a young northern man, Tai Chi Kung Fu is already so hot.

Comparison is comparable.

The match is equal.

There are such masters in a mountain, let alone thousands of mountains and tens of millions of land in China. There are so many people who do not have masters, and they hide them. They hide dragons and tigers, carry water and transport slurries, and they live in ordinary people.
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