187: Chapter 185: Crying, Making a Fuss, and Threatening to Hang Oneself 187: Chapter 185: Crying, Making a Fuss, and Threatening to Hang Oneself Coming out to practice cultivation in the morning and running into such an event had Tangyu both chuckling and feeling helpless.
These days, it was extrely rare for anyone to ask to beco an apprentice, let alone such a young and pretty woman.
Besides, she wanted to learn Kung Fu from him, not dicine, which was sothing Tangyu could decide on his own.
If she had wanted to learn dicine, then she would have needed his master’s approval.
To beco a part of the Ghost Doctor Sect was certainly not easy.
It could be said that, looking across the entire Hua Country, very few people were qualified to join the Ghost Doctor Sect.
“Don’t get too excited, I should make it clear that I’ll only teach you Tai Chi, nothing else,” said Tangyu.
The woman’s round eyes were roving over Tangyu’s body as if pondering so thought, then she suddenly said with a cunning smile, “But Master, now that I’ve taken you as my teacher, shouldn’t you pass on all you know to ?
I’m quite clever.
Teach all the good skills you have; I promise I’ll learn fast and master them even faster.
I’ll definitely promote and enhance your abilities, outshining the old with the new, without tarnishing your reputation.”
“No way, I don’t have many skills.
Take it or leave it; if you can’t accept this, then you should seek another expert,” Tangyu replied.
The pretty woman gave Tangyu a defiant glare but eventually softened and said, “Alright then, Master, just teach Tai Chi.” She didn’t care much in fact; she wasn’t genuinely seeking to be an apprentice, but rely using it as a pretext to steal his techniques.
Besides, she thought, nowadays even the ugliest boys are called handso, and the ugliest girls are called pretty.
Calling soone Master was nothing compared to that.
“Then it’s settled, you’re not allowed to pester to learn anything else later, or else I’ll have to kick you out of the sect,” said Tangyu.
He was aware of the young beauty’s intentions, but he didn’t mind simply teaching her so Tai Chi.
In any case, she was unlikely to grasp much of it.
If she really could learn it, he could always refer her to his master to see if she could pass the tests to join the Ghost Doctor Sect.
So, for Tangyu, there was no loss.
“Sure, no problem,” the young woman agreed readily, always believing that perseverance paves the way to good fortune and nothing was too hard for her to achieve.
She planned to master Tai Chi first and then see if there was anything else worth learning.
If not, she could gracefully make her exit.
These days, a master was no different from a teacher, and who doesn’t have dozens of teachers from childhood to adulthood?
You’d hardly muster the courage to greet soone otherwise.
“By the way, Master, you haven’t introduced yourself yet.
My na is Fang Yishui, and yours?” inquired the young woman.
“Fang Yishui,” Tangyu repeated silently to himself, rembering the na.
“Tangyu.”
“Now that the introductions are out of the way, can we start?
Master, why don’t you first tell about the origins of your Tai Chi?” said Fang Yishui excitedly, rubbing her hands together.
Tangyu shook his head and replied, “I don’t really know the origins, just that it was passed down from my sect’s founder.
The most important aspect of true Tai Chi is the artistic conception, the profound aning.
Tai Chi essentially has no fixed moves or form; it is an artistic conception.
Tai Chi generates Yin and Yang, Extre Yin transforms into Yang, Extre Yang transforms into Yin, Yin and Yang in harmonious exchange.
The versions of Tai Chi passed down nowadays are rely physical expressions, evolved from the masters’ understanding of Tai Chi.
Thus, each version may be regarded as Tai Chi, but also might not be.
What I practiced just now is simply one form of expression.
However, the profound aning this particular Tai Chi reflects runs deeper, so you must deeply comprehend the form and intention in each move to truly grasp it and learn it well.”
Fang Yishui also shook her head and said, “Master, don’t make it so complicated; just keep it simple.
I am not interested in understanding the profound aning of Tai Chi—I just want you to teach the forms.
Why talk about sothing so obscure that has no practical use?
The true aning can’t be expressed in words anyway.
For instance, the concept of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds can’t really be explained in words.
So, the most important thing is to grasp the deeper significance oneself.
Don’t you agree, Master?”
“Right, you’re quite correct; understanding cos from within.
It’s indeed challenging to explain in plain language, and the true aning requires heartfelt comprehension.
When I spoke to you, it was only to give you so insight and show you where to start,” Tangyu agreed with a nod.
“Let’s get on with it, Master.
I’ve heard my grandfather talk about this thousands of tis since I was a child.
Let’s not waste ti; start teaching ,” Fang Yishui said, waving her hand impatiently.
Tangyu chuckled lightly and shook his head.
If it were so easy to learn his Tai Chi Fist, passed down from the founder of the Holy Doctor Sect, it would indeed be a miracle.
“Alright, watch closely,” Tangyu said.
He took a deep breath and demonstrated a sequence of movents.
The routine was not complex, totaling only five moves, but each move flowed with the grace of a dragon erging from the sea—silent as a whispering rain.
The montum appeared incredibly grand, like a landslide, as mighty as a tiger descending a mountain, yet also as gentle as a trickling stream, soft and lingering.
These two starkly different, even diatrically opposed feelings, were wonderfully fused together, leaving one to marvel at how such a miraculous performance was possible.
The sequence was perford smoothly, like clouds drifting through the sky, appearing as only one continuous motion.
This eerie and wondrous feeling was fascinating.
Fang Yishui was so astonished by the performance that her excitent knew no bounds, as if she had discovered a new world.
Among her family, she was known as a martial fanatic.
Since childhood, her favorite activity had been practicing martial arts, especially Tai Chi and Wing Chun—her true loves.
Because most other martial styles were too wild and dominant, not suitable for a girl to practice.
“That’s it, Master?
Go on,” Fang Yishui prompted.
Tangyu looked at her and said, “Haste makes waste, three feet of ice doesn’t form in one day; you have to eat your rice one bite at a ti, and it’s unrealistic to think you can beco fat from one bowl.
So don’t set your heart too high just yet, first master these basic movents before continuing.
If you can’t get these basics down, don’t even think about learning what cos next.”
Watching Tangyu training her thodically, Fang Yishui pursed her lips as if sowhat displeased.
“It’s just this simple movent, watch .
I’ll show you what a martial arts genius looks like.” Fang Yishui was full of confidence; her mory was exceptional, almost never forgetting what she saw.
She had morized all of the movents Tangyu had done just now, and she thought it shouldn’t be hard to reproduce them.
But when she perford the first movent, she frowned and uttered, “Eh, that’s not right.
What’s going on?
I clearly followed the exact movents.
Why does it feel off?”
Standing to the side, Tangyu couldn’t help but smile quietly, finally realizing sothing was amiss.
She really thought it would be that easy to learn.
Fang Yishui tried several more tis but still couldn’t get it right.
She could mimic the first move sowhat accurately, but when it ca to the second movent, she couldn’t connect it at all.
These two movents just couldn’t flow together.
Moreover, she found out that even though her movents looked sowhat similar, they were far from what the master had shown.
She couldn’t find the feel that the master had displayed no matter how hard she tried.
After several fruitless attempts, Fang Yishui finally understood that she had underestimated it.
The master’s Tai Chi Fist was indeed very unique and special.
“Master, what’s going on?” Fang Yishui asked.
“As you have said, this kind of thing depends on individual comprehension, which can’t be clearly expressed with simple words.
Therefore, the profound aning and artistic conception within can only be understood by yourself.
I can teach you the form, but the rest is up to you,” Tangyu said.
Fang Yishui pursed her lips, still sowhat unwilling to accept it.
“No way, master, show one more ti.”
“Fine, I’ll do it one more ti for you to see, but I won’t keep demonstrating it for you in the future.
Whether you can learn it or not entirely depends on your comprehension.
If you possess comprehension, you will grasp it after a few lessons, but without it, you won’t be able to learn even if I teach you a thousand tis.
Didn’t you say you are quick-witted and have a strong comprehension?” Tangyu said.
Fang Yishui said, “I am naturally quick-witted.
I can learn almost anything on the first try.”
After demonstrating again, Tangyu said, “Now it’s up to you to comprehend and ponder it yourself.
This is the most basic technique, and if you can perfect it, then you can be considered to have entered the door.”
“Mm,” Fang Yishui nodded, and got down to pondering seriously.
“Hey, Tangyu, what are you doing here?” a voice suddenly sounded, and a figure walked over—it was Zhao Xinxin.
“Xinxin, you’re up so early,” Tangyu greeted her upon seeing Zhao Xinxin, and he assessed her complexion, which seed quite good.
Zhao Xinxin glanced at Tangyu and then looked over at Fang Yishui, thinking to herself that this guy really didn’t lack for romantic encounters—wherever he went, he attracted beautiful won.
“It’s already six-thirty, not so early.
I was planning to go out for a run this beautiful morning, and here you are, looking quite carefree indeed,” Zhao Xinxin said.
Fang Yishui also looked over, her gaze lingering on Zhao Xinxin for a mont before turning to Tangyu, “Master, she’s not our mistress, right?”
“Ahem, what makes you say that?” Tangyu responded sowhat defensively, wondering what that ant.
Was he not compatible with Xinxin?
Although she was a bit older than him, she looked almost the sa age as him.
“Because you two don’t match.
This sister is too beautiful and has too much poise,” Fang Yishui said frankly.
Zhao Xinxin laughed, “Hmm, you do have an eye for people.”
Tangyu was speechless.
What kind of disciple talks about their master like that?
He really wanted to enforce so kind of sect rules at this point.
“Tangyu, what’s going on?
Have you taken on a disciple?” Zhao Xinxin asked curiously.
“Do you think I wanted this?
She threw a tantrum, cried, and threatened to hang herself unless I took her as a disciple.
I could only reluctantly agree,” Tangyu said.
Fang Yishui gave Tangyu a dark look and retorted, “Please, taking as your disciple is the good fortune of your eight lifetis.
Stop playing coy.
If you weren’t sowhat capable, I wouldn’t have bothered becoming your disciple.
Anyway, I’d better go back and ponder this thoroughly.
I’ll see you tomorrow, master.”
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