Yan Chuan revealed the essence of Tai Chi Boxing, completely unafraid of others knowing or preparing against it.
He generously taught it to everyone publicly: "This Martial Art focuses on sixteen words: ’Empty and agile at the top, chest drawn in and back stretched, loose waist and drooping buttocks, shoulder and elbow sinking’. It’s purely guided by intention, and the greatest taboo is exerting force. The unity of form and spirit is the gist of this style. Rember, softness overcos hardness, waiting in stillness to act, transforming straight into circular, small defeats big, weak beating strong, this is ’Tai Chi’!"
Yan Chuan demonstrated Tai Chi once, explained it once more, and in total, an hour had passed.
Wang Zhengyi listened intently.
But among the group, so couldn’t wait any longer, and Gong Yu couldn’t help but urge: "Master Yan, if you teach like this, when will it ever end?"
"Don’t be hasty, don’t be hasty!"
Yan Chuan smiled and asked Yu Jinpeng, "How much of this set of ’Tai Chi Boxing’ have you rembered now?"
"Master, about fifty percent."
Yu Jinpeng replied.
Only fifty percent?
Su Ye and Zhong Hui both frowned. This set of boxing is indeed remarkable, but to rember only fifty percent in such a hurry, how could it have any power?
Not good, not good!
It might end in embarrassnt!
Yan Chuan seed to think the sa; he waved at Yu Jinpeng: "Close your eyes and think again."
"Yes!"
Yu Jinpeng obeyed, closing his eyes and imrsing in silence.
Soon after.
He opened his eyes.
Yan Chuan asked again, "How much do you rember?"
"Master, I rember only thirty percent." Yu Jinpeng answered honestly.
Zhong Hui heard this and slapped his forehead: "Oh no, oh no! The more you forget, the more you lose! Master Yan, why not let him fight, and teach while fighting."
During a battle, pointing and nudging co into play.
This was Yan Chuan’s forte; he dared not delay any longer lest Yu Jinpeng forgets everything.
Zhong Hui had long felt Yu Jinpeng was a bit dull, previously thinking he was deeply wise despite seeming foolish, but now it seems: "He’s truly dim!"
Zhong Hui was anxious.
Yet Yan Chuan wasn’t worried, he just asked Yu Jinpeng to close his eyes, "Think again."
This ti, Gong Yu and others were not anxious; forgetting everything would indeed be good!
Thus, so more ti passed.
Yu Jinpeng opened his eyes for the third ti. Yan Chuan asked again, "How much do you rember?"
"Three moves."
Yu Jinpeng increasingly forgot more.
Among the onlookers, so were worried, so frowned, they watched the dialogue between Yan Chuan and his disciple, hearing sothing strange in their words, becoming montarily puzzled—
"Could it be that forgetting is more important than rembering when practicing this martial art? The more you forget, the more you learn?"
Teng Siqian frowned, feeling a pang of doubt in her heart.
She closed her eyes and recalled: "I rember eighty percent!"
By this logic.
She was the useless one?
Wang Zhengyi closed his eyes and recalled, feeling peculiar in his heart: "I rember everything!"
Not just Teng Siqian.
Not just Wang Zhengyi.
Everyone present was closing their eyes trying, recalling, geniuses could rember at least seventy to eighty percent. On the contrary, diocre ones, like Wei Quan in the audience, he was overjoyed: "I didn’t even rember ten percent, does that make a genius?"
Wei Quan was delighted: "Tai Chi Boxing! I can practice it too!"
Both onstage and off.
Everybody was thinking about Tai Chi Boxing.
But the focus remained on Yu Jinpeng—
"Master!"
"Disciple has forgotten everything!"
This ti Yu Jinpeng had his eyes closed the longest; when he opened them, there was initial confusion in his eyes, but soon, a faint joy appeared on his face.
"And he’s happy?"
"Forgot everything and still happy?"
"Is he an idiot?"
Many in the audience saw and heard this, not understanding, montarily speechless.
Previously, Jin Yutang practicing ’Baji Fist’ shone brilliantly in contrast, making Yu Jinpeng appear more foolish and disgraceful now.
"The child can be taught."
But Yan Chuan surprisingly also smiled at this mont, nodding with great satisfaction, he waved at Yu Jinpeng: "Go ahead and practice!"
"Yes!"
Yu Jinpeng responded once more, this ti, he didn’t close his eyes, turned to face Zhong Le, who had been waiting for a long ti, and posed in a Tai Chi Boxing starting stance: "Master Zhong, please instruct!"
Forgot everything, didn’t he?
Zhong Le didn’t understand what tricks this master and disciple were playing, she had watched for quite a while, yet couldn’t grasp the intricacies of Yan Chuan’s martial art, closing her eyes and reopening them, she rembered seventy to eighty percent.
Normally, she would be proud.
But now, with Yan Chuan and his disciple’s act, she wasn’t sure if it was good or bad anymore.
"Tai Chi Boxing!"
"Is it so mysterious?"
Zhong Le was intrigued, now perfectly timing to use Yu Jinpeng to personally test the depths of ’Tai Chi Boxing’.
Imdiately, Zhong Le accepted the challenge—
"Co!"
"Co attack !"
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