Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 116 Tai Chi

"How can this not be murder?"

Qian Lang stared at the moon, speechless.

"Mr. Qian, if someone really wanted to murder you, they wouldn't have come empty-handed. They would at least have brought a kitchen knife, right?"

Luo Xiang said with a smile.

He was summoned to the police station by Qian Lang with just one phone call.

By this time, the two had already left the police station.

The case was further classified as a martial arts sparring match.

"It's mainly because of your reputation!"

Luo Xiang added a sentence.

"Oh well, never mind."

Qian Lang shook his head as he spoke.

This fight was a complete waste.

Of course, he didn't come away empty-handed; at the very least, he broke that guy's bones.

The two got into the car together after talking.

Behind them, Yamamoto Ichiro was accompanying his younger brother, Yamamoto Suigetsu.

Both of them were watching the Santana gradually disappear into the distance.

"Brother, stay away from him from now on."

"What?"

Yamamoto Ichiro said in surprise.

He knows his younger brother too well.

I've never submitted to anyone.

He was a top-tier soldier in the military.

"He has killed people, and many."

Yamamoto Suigetsu said seriously.

This is an intuition.

Most people wouldn't even dare to lay a hand on him when facing him.

But Qian Lang felt nothing at all.

He acted nonchalant and irresponsible from beginning to end.

Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned a little pale upon hearing this.

"younger brother......"

"I'm going back to China."

"I will come back to him."

"Yamamoto Suigetsu said."

Yamamoto Ichiro remained silent for a while.

He was angry, but he couldn't say anything more.

He knew his brother wouldn't spoil him.

"Okay, remember to check on your sister-in-law for me."

Yamamoto Suigetsu listened.

Then a strange smile appeared on his face.

Hi~~~

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"What's wrong with you? You're such a grown man, why are you fighting with others?"

Liu Tao helped Qian Lang apply safflower oil.

She said this with a pained expression.

Qian Lang's body was covered in bruises.

It's on my arms, thighs, and all over my body.

"It's not like I wanted to hit him!"

"Don't move."

"Hehe, we're an old married couple, what's there to be shy about?"

"screw you."

Liu Tao said.

However, she still didn't refuse Qian Lang's hand, letting him put it inside her clothes.

So Qian Lang's healing process was quite erotic.

Of course, the two of them didn't do anything tonight, after all, Qian Lang was covered in injuries.

Before long, Qian Lang managed to coax Liu Tao to sleep.

But he was thinking about the showdown in the parking lot that night.

He won today.

However, the outcome between him and his opponent was a matter of a split second.

He simply seized the opportunity.

It's not that he was better than that Japanese soldier.

Moreover, the world is so big, there are countless experts.

He felt that he had underestimated people before.

This time, the Japanese devils taught him a lesson.

This also alerted him.

Bajiquan is hard, but it is much less soft.

What if you encounter a heavyweight expert?

For example, Tyson!

The opponent weighs over 200 pounds; his ability to withstand blows is far superior to his.

If it comes down to a head-on collision, he'll definitely lose.

skill.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

Qian Lang once again felt the complexity of fate.

His fate value has just become surplus.

The system then forced him to spend money.

He stared at the True Tai Chi Chuan in the system, unable to click on it for a long time.

5000 Ah!

He couldn't bear to part with it.

only!

He sighed and clicked it!

The light in front of me suddenly changed.

It's not black, it's a very old white.

Like the walls of an old house, yellowed by the passage of time; like rice paper that has been stored for too long; like the fog of winter.

Qian Lang found himself standing in a grayish-white void, his feet were solid, but he couldn't see the ground.

There was nothing around, only fog, and faint, flowing light like ripples in the depths of the fog.

He took two steps, but the sound of his footsteps fell into the void without echoing.

The fog lifted a little, and a person was standing in front of them.

He was thin and very tall, wearing a gray cotton jacket with the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing his forearms.

His hair was gray and neatly combed, and his face had few wrinkles, but they were deep.

He stood there, his hands hanging down, his shoulders slightly slumped, like an old tree with its roots planted in the unseen ground.

The old man walked over, his steps slow and steady, each step firm but silent.

Then he performed a set of punches.

very slow.

It was as slow as a person strolling along a riverbank, as water flowing over stones, as clouds drifting across the sky.

His body was moving, his arms were circling, and his feet were shifting, but every movement was connected without pause or break.

As Qian Lang watched, he suddenly realized that it wasn't a person practicing boxing.

It's the wind blowing, it's the water flowing, it's something drawing circles in the air, round and round, without beginning or end.

The old man's body suddenly quickened.

It's not the kind of speed that goes from slow to fast, but a different kind of speed—the circle is turning, the ring is shrinking, the power rises from the soles of the feet, passes through the knees, waist, shoulders, and arms, and finally concentrates at the fingertips, like an arrow, or like a beam of light.

Qian Lang moved unconsciously.

He was following the old man's movements.

A punch, a kick, a movement, a stillness.

Once. And again. And again.

Qian Lang didn't know how much time had passed.

Here, there is no time, no day or night, no hunger or fatigue.

He was just practicing his boxing, over and over again.

Then suddenly, the old man attacked him.

The two began to fight.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The old man turned into two.

Then four, eight, sixteen...

"One begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

"The Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Eight Trigrams, and so on, endlessly."

"I am in heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are me."

"Qian Lang, Qian Lang, what did you say? Did you have a nightmare? Why are you covered in sweat?"

Liu Tao's voice rang in Qian Lang's ears.

Qian Lang also opened his eyes.

At that moment, his eyes shone brightly.

"It's okay, I'm going to take a shower, you can continue sleeping."

Qian Lang said.

But in his heart he was thinking that he was completely different from the man he used to be.

It wasn't just that he learned Tai Chi.

Rather, he combined Bajiquan and Taijiquan.

A balance of strength and gentleness, a harmonious union of dragon and tiger.

The merging of the two is not as simple as one plus one.

If he were to encounter that Japanese soldier again, he was confident he could defeat him within ten moves.

However, upon checking his balance...

He gave another bitter smile.

Less than 500.

What can it do?

And most importantly, Liu Yifei has already finished her business.

He has changed the little girl's musical destiny.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have given 3000.

As for grooming Liu Yifei into a film queen, he has many more options; it's not that Liu Yifei only has one choice.

Qian Lang was taking a shower and making plans.

"Fan Bingbing!"

He said it in the shower.

"What did you say?"

Before he knew it, Liu Tao was already standing next to him.

and!

Why aren't you sleeping?

"I was worried about you. Besides, don't you need a back scrub?"

"Hehe, you can't wait any longer, can you?"

"screw you!"

then.

The sound of the shower water, mixed with some other sound, created a symphony.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly!

Qian Lang received a call from Dong Xuan while still in bed.

"Senior, look at the news! The boss of White Elephant spoke up for me."