Cultivating From Obtaining Experience Chapter 20

  Chapter 20: Beaten until it turns red

  Wang An originally learned Tai Chi martial arts.

  In the curator's office, Yang Xianhua sat on the sofa with a blank expression, while Yang Zan stood aside, feeling a little uneasy.

   "What's the matter? Could it be that he found out about the private affairs between me and the female students? It's all yours! Or did he find out about my kickbacks?"

   "Go and help me inquire about a man named Wang An. This is his phone number."

   This guy made Qingyangshan Taiji Villa lose face, and he heard the conversation between their husband and wife. Yang Xianhua became more and more angry when he thought about it, so he had to find a way to ask him out to have a good "chat".

   "Wang An?" Yang Zan was taken aback, took a piece of paper written by Yang Xianhua, and read it carefully.

   "Uncle, did he offend you? This person once learned Tai Chi in our martial arts school."

   "What!" Yang Xianhua stood up from the chair all of a sudden.

   His face was gloomy and uncertain, very ugly.

   "Learned boxing here? I said why does it look familiar? I was lucky enough to win by a student from my own martial arts school."

   "Since I have learned boxing here, it will be easy. Do you know where he lives?"

   "I know, there are records in the martial arts hall."

   "Ask him out and have a good chat."

   Listening to Yang Xianhua's tone and looking at his expression, Yang Zan knew it in his heart.

   "Uncle, what time do you think is suitable?"

   "The sooner the better."

   "Okay, leave this matter to me, don't worry." Yang Zan patted his chest and said.

  On the road, in the cold wind, Wang An was in a happy mood, humming a little song, thinking about what to have for lunch.

  Ding the bell, the phone in his pocket rang. He stopped and saw an unfamiliar number, he hung up directly, but after walking for a while, the phone rang again, it was still the same number.

  Wang An thought for a while and answered the phone.

   "Hi, hello."

   "Hello, is this Wang An? I'm Xiao Lin, Lin Shan. Let's practice Tai Chi together, remember?"

   "Hello, what's the matter?" Wang An recalled, it seemed that there was indeed such a student, but he didn't have much intersection with him.

   "I would like to invite some of our Tai Chi students to have a gathering, do you have time?"

   "No time, thank you." Wang An resolutely refused, and then hung up the phone.

  They are not familiar with each other, so they suddenly treat guests, it must be a request or a conspiracy.

  Don't talk about a stranger, even the acquaintance Yue Wang An may not be able to make an appointment now.

   "Hello, hello?" A young man on the other end of the beeping phone listened to the busy tone from inside and held his mobile phone and said to Yang Zan, "He hung up."

  Yang Zan on the side looked gloomy when he heard the words.

   "Let's go, and then go to the place where he rents a house, I don't believe he can't be stopped."

  On the other side, Wang An pedaled his bicycle slowly to find a restaurant and ordered four dishes, which were mixed with meat and vegetables. The rice in this restaurant was free.

   "It's free." Wang Andao.

  There are not many people in the restaurant. Besides Wang An, there are two tables with less than ten guests.

   "Hey, why is this rice gone? There was still half of the pot just now? Boss, the rice is gone." The customer yelled.

   "What?" The boss who came out of the back kitchen was taken aback. "No, there are not many people here, this pot should be enough."

   After a while, the boss looked at the rice pot with only a few rice **** left and fell into deep thought.

   "Where's the rice?" He subconsciously looked at the guests in the lobby, "These people don't look so edible!"

   "Boss, that person ate eight bowls of rice. I'm counting." The waiter came to the boss and pointed to Wang An who was eating, and gestured with two fingers.

   "Eight bowls?"

   "Yeah!" The waiter nodded.

   Then Wang An came over to serve the rice with a bowl under the shocked eyes of the restaurant owner.

   "Boss, the rice is gone." Wang An looked at the rice pot and said to the boss beside him.

   "Huh?" The boss was taken aback.

   "Don't be dazed, hurry up and cook?"

   "Oh." The boss nodded dully.

   "Forget it, let's eat these today, 80% full, just right." Wang An rubbed his stomach.

  Payed the bill, hummed a little song and left the restaurant.

   "I've seen edible food, but I haven't seen such edible food, and I'm still 80% full? Is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?" The boss stared at Wang An's back and said.

   After lunch, Wang An pedaled his car back to his residence.

  In the afternoon, he did not go to the city, but practiced Wu Qinxi and Brick Walking in the courtyard.

  In the next few days, he spent a long time in the swimming pool every day, experiencing the spiral force in the water.

   On a very cold day, he went to the swimming pool as soon as it opened, practicing Tai Chi in the water, and constantly proficient in spiral energy. He is the only one in Nuoda's swimming pool most of the time.

  Qi Dahe didn't care about him, just put on his coat, played games in the corner, and even fell asleep.

   Anyway, there is only one person in the swimming pool most of the time.

   "I'm soaked in water every day, and I'm not afraid of getting swollen in it. Hey, this assassin is so good, even the remaining blood can't kill him."

  In the swimming pool, Wang An pushed, pressed, or clapped, and there were swirls in the water where his palms passed.

  After these days of practice, he has become more and more familiar with the method of spiral strength.

  "You practiced Tai Chi in the water for a period of time, your whole body was exercised, the strength of your legs was significantly enhanced, and you realized the force-generating technique of spiral strength.

  Tai Chi experience +50. "

  Wang An, who came out of the swimming pool, did not go back. After eating, he went to the Xingyiquan martial arts gym.

  Practicing by one person is not as good as practicing by two people.

   "It is estimated that Li Xinzhu has nothing to do now, so I went to find him to practice."

   Half an hour later, at the Xingyi Boxing Martial Arts Hall, Li Xinzhu's face was as pale as that of Changbai Mountain, and his hands trembled slightly.

  Not far in front of him, Wang An was smiling.

   "Sure enough, fetching water is different from beating people."

  Li Xinzhu rolled up his sleeves lightly, both arms were swollen, and there were several incomplete palm prints on each, which were so red and purple.

   "Tai Chi Jin?"

   "I'm sorry, it's confiscated. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Wang An smiled awkwardly.

  In the afternoon, he came to the martial arts gym, and finally took Li Xinzhu to compete with him in kung fu.

  Li Hsinchu was a hundred times reluctant, but when they fought against each other, it was okay at first, it was still the disgusting Tai Chi unloading force.

   Hitting the body is like hitting cotton, which is fluffy and soft, and the strength cannot be realized.

  Either it is like hitting a spinning ball and slipping to the side all of a sudden. If you are not paying attention, you will easily lose your center of gravity.

   What surprised him was that the other party's Tai Chi Yun hand not only guarded, but also slapped his own arm from time to time, which seemed to be not as strong as his own Bengquan.

  But as soon as he slapped his arm, a strange force came, which could break his moves in a flash.

   That force seemed to tear his arm apart.

  (end of this chapter)

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