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Chapter 147 Tai Chi
On a June morning, sunlight streamed through a thin mist, bathing every corner of the ordinary neighborhood, and a refreshing breeze blew by.
At that moment, Yang Feng was busy making breakfast in the kitchen. He quickly brought out two bowls of longevity noodles and placed them on the table, glancing at the time on his phone.
7:13.
"Aren't you coming out yet? Aren't you planning to go to school?"
Yang Feng frowned immediately and murmured.
The impact of the typhoon has completely passed, and students below the second year of high school are about to start school again.
"Snap—"
Just then, my younger sister opened the door, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, and slowly walked out, wearing a blue and white school uniform.
"You're out! Hurry up and brush your teeth, get ready to eat, or you'll be late," Yang Feng said.
Yang Lianqing did not respond and walked towards the bathroom on her own, clearly still angry about yesterday.
Time passed by, and my younger sister came out of the bathroom with her hair in a ponytail. She went to the sofa, picked up her backpack, and walked straight outside.
"Lianqing, aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Yang Feng watched his younger sister walk out of the house, stood up, and grabbed her little arm.
"I don't want to eat what you made, get away." Yang Lianqing's beautiful eyes were bloodshot as she glanced at Yang Feng and tried to shake off his large hand.
"Stop being stubborn, come in and eat," Yang Feng said patiently.
"Fine, I won't eat then. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Get away from me!" Yang Lianqing forcefully broke free from Yang Feng's grasp and ran quickly downstairs.
Yang Feng didn't chase after her. Instead, he calmly watched his sister's departing figure, sighed slightly, and murmured:
"Mom and Dad, this is the consequence of raising a girl in a wealthy family."
After saying that, he thought about it and realized that he used to be just as rebellious, but since his father passed away, he had gradually become more sensible.
Yang Feng shook his head and went home, where he had no choice but to finish his sister's breakfast as well.
After cleaning up the dishes, Yang Feng, who had finished the college entrance examination, had nothing to do. As for the results, they wouldn't be available until next week.
After leaving the ordinary residential area, he walked slowly down the quiet street towards People's Park.
As soon as he entered People's Park, a floral fragrance accompanied by a gentle breeze swept past Yang Feng, ruffling his parted hair.
There are many people jogging here in the morning, and quite a few elderly people are using the exercise equipment to exercise.
Yang Feng was no exception. He came to a city tree and began to practice Tai Chi based on the memories in his mind.
Combining the changes of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, one enters the Tai Chi of masterful skill.
His movements at this moment were like a beautiful painting, and he could feel the energy flowing through his body, reaching every muscle and bone.
After finishing a set of Tai Chi, Yang Feng's back was soaked with sweat. He took a deep breath and felt his blood burning, which felt very comfortable.
"Clap clap clap—"
Just then, crisp applause rang out from not far away.
Yang Feng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a slightly thin old man walking over with brisk steps, a faint smile on his face, and saying:
"Young man, your boxing skills are quite good. They are light and agile, combining softness and strength, and full of vitality, just like a vivid painting. If I'm not mistaken, the set of boxing you just performed was Tai Chi, wasn't it?"
"It is Tai Chi, but this is my first time practicing. I'm just doing it for exercise. You're exaggerating, old man."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, and replied.
"How is it possible to do so well on your first time practicing Tai Chi? Young people don't need to be so modest. Sometimes excessive modesty is just arrogance."
The old man spoke with a hint of reproach in his eyes and a smile.
"Is that so? Then be proud." Yang Feng shrugged indifferently and replied.
"Haha, you're an interesting young man. My name is Hua Tiangang. I used to be the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, but I've retired now. Your martial arts skills are quite good. Would you like to consider joining the Martial Arts Association? I'll let them know."
Hua Tian took a step forward, a kind smile on his face, and slowly said:
"Although I have retired, I still have a lot of prestige there."
"I'm sorry, I'm about to go to university and I'm not interested in this right now."
Yang Feng shook his head decisively and refused.
He now has to manage the development of the underground forces, so naturally he can no longer find the time to participate in any martial arts associations; he's just using the excuse of going to university to brush him off.
"Oh, that's a real pity." Upon hearing this, a hint of regret flashed in Hua Tiangang's eyes. Judging from the boxing techniques he had just demonstrated, it was clear that he was a martial arts master. More importantly, he was still young and had the potential to develop further.
If he were to join the Chinese Martial Arts Association, it would greatly enhance the inheritance of Chinese martial arts.
"Since you don't want to join, I won't force you. How about this, you spar with me. If I win, you can join the martial arts association. If you lose, I can grant you one request, but it can't be against morality."
Hua Tiangang was still not giving up and continued to ask.