Cultivating From Obtaining Experience

  Chapter 89 Golden Summit Sunrise

   "Oh, can the layman show you a thing or two?"

  The Taoist became interested after hearing this. In the past, he always performed kung fu for tourists and took pictures with tourists, but no one had ever exchanged light kung fu with him. It is rare to meet one today, which is really rare.

   "Exhibition, let's change the place?" Wang An looked at the tourists next to him, and he didn't want to attract too much attention here.

   "Layman, please." The Taoist priest led him to a relatively secluded place in the backyard.

  Wang An looked around, and his eyes fell on a courtyard wall not far away. He raised his legs and walked a few steps to the wall, slightly bent and kicked, poured all his strength into his feet and then exploded.

   Then he walked vigorously on the courtyard wall, walked seven or eight meters, and jumped off the wall again.

   "How does the Taoist feel?"

  The priest was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

   "The donor is able to rely on bricks and cylinders to refine this ability?"

   "Exactly."

  The Taoist priest was silent for a long time after hearing this, "Can walking bricks get out of this skill?"

   Among other things, he just couldn't do that vertical wall.

  After thinking for a while, he asked Wang An for advice on how to move bricks and cylinders. After listening to Wang An, he also told Wang An the methods of his daily practice.

  The method is to walk on mountain rocks and soil slopes, and practice plum blossom piles, as well as some methods of breathing luck and exerting strength.

  The two chatted for a long time, and this Daoist Yuan also talked about some kung fu secrets, Wang An still benefited a lot, and the two of them even left their contact information.

  [You communicated with Daoist Yuan and gained a lot. ]

  The prompt appears again.

   "Master Taoist, where do you go if you want to learn Taijiquan?"

   "There are some kung fu halls teaching Tai Chi at the foot of the mountain, and there are also a few on the mountainside."

   "Is it real Taijiquan?" Wang An then asked.

   Daoist Yuan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately understood the meaning of Wang An's words.

   "Some people grew up in this mountain and practiced martial arts since childhood. They have some real skills, and some people are hard to say." Taoist Yuan said.

   "Excuse me, sir, which martial arts school can learn true Tai Chi?"

  The Taoist leader pondered for a moment and said the names of the two Kung Fu gyms.

   "Thank you, Daoist."

   "Pindao has made an appointment with a few senior brothers tonight, so I will leave first. There are many scenic spots in this mountain, and the sunrise at the Golden Summit is particularly magnificent. Layman, please stay for a few more days." Daoist Yuan told Wang An where he practiced so that he could leave.

  Wang An also looked at the surrounding scenery, and slowly went down the mountain.

   At the lower part of the mountain, I saw a kung fu hall, three rows of one-story houses, two big trees in the middle, and a man in a dark blue Taoist robe was teaching more than a dozen teenagers to practice kung fu.

  Zhima step, punch.

   "One, two!"

  Wang An looked at the name of the kung fu hall and opened the door to enter. The priest stopped when he saw him coming in, and walked up to him.

   "Hello, what can I do?"

  The Taoist priest looked to be in his thirties, not tall, with his hair tied into a Tai Chi bun, round face, big eyes, and a mustache.

   "Hi, I'm here to ask for advice on kung fu." Wang An said with a smile.

   "Oh, you want to learn Kung Fu?"

   "I want to learn Tai Chi, the real Tai Chi." Wang Anru said.

  The priest was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and the dozen or so teenagers behind him stopped and looked at him curiously.

   "Don't stop, keep practicing, Ahai, you take the lead." The Taoist shouted, and a teenage boy came out in front and led them to continue practicing boxing.

   "Real Tai Chi? I don't know what this layman is talking about?"

   "It's real kung fu, not the showy kind."

   "Real kung fu, I teach it here, but it's not the kind in movies and novels. It's good for physical fitness. It's impossible to hit people several meters with one palm, and fly with one jump." The Taoist said with a smile.

   "Can I join hands with the Taoist priest?"

   "Okay." The Taoist leader hesitated for a while, and then assumed a posture of Tai Chi pushing hands.

  Wang An waved his hand casually, looking loose and lacking in strength.

  The two of them hit each other, and the expression of the Taoist priest changed. After pushing his hands for two laps, the Taoist priest's heart was already in turmoil.

   "Where did this person come from? Tai Chi pushing hands is so good, he has already mastered the method of Tai Chi to unload force. This Tai Chi seems to be superior to me. Could it be that he is here to kick the gymnasium and smash the field."

  Push hands with fixed steps, push hands with moving steps, after a few moves, Wang An took the initiative to retreat all at once.

   "Thank you, Taoist priest, for your guidance."

  This Daoist is not the person Wang An is looking for. His attainments in Taijiquan should be similar to Yang Xianhua's.

   "You're welcome, I didn't expect that the layman is also a master of Taijiquan." The Taoist said with a smile.

  I was a little nervous just now, worried that today would be difficult to end, but I didn't want to repeat myself and would take the initiative to withdraw, so I couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

   "I still don't understand some things about Taijiquan. May I ask if there are some experts on Taihe Mountain who can give me some advice?"

   "Well, my master may be able to give you some pointers."

   "Who is the respected teacher?"

   "The head of the Taihe Sanfeng sect, whose Taoist name is Qinghui."

   "Great, may I ask how can I see Master?" Wang An asked hastily.

  Before he came here, he checked the information and knew the name of the Taoist priest. He heard that the Taoist priest went to Zhongyue Faxing Temple to practice martial arts for several years in the early years, which is equivalent to both Buddhism and Taoism.

   "My master went down the mountain to visit friends a few days ago, and I don't know when he will be back." Wang An was a little disappointed by the Taoist priest's answer.

   "Then are there any boxing books in this mountain that can be borrowed?"

   "There is a place in this mountain where some ancient books are hidden, but it is not open to tourists, and only a few people know about it. Some of the ancient books I read are borrowed from Master. They should be kept well and returned regularly."

   "Does the Taoist know where those ancient books are stored?"

  The Taoist smiled and shook his head.

   "Thank you, Daoist." Wang An saw that he refused to say no more and turned to leave.

  The Taoist priest stood there watching his back disappearing on the mountain road, thoughtful, and the children who were practicing boxing surrounded him all at once.

   "Master, who was that person just now?"

   "A layman who went up the mountain."

   "Master, did you compete with him just now? Whoever loses wins?"

   "It's just a friendly exchange, there is no winner or loser." The Taoist said with a smile.

   "If there is a fight, I probably won't be his opponent."

  When Wang An arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was completely dark. He went to Taihe Mountain today and saw a lot of scenic spots. He also saw some Taoist priests practicing boxing and meditation, but he didn't see anyone he wanted to see.

  However, he didn't feel discouraged. Before he came, he thought that this matter could not be smooth sailing. It is not in vain to see the beautiful scenery and places of interest in the mountains today.

  The next day before dawn, he got up early, and he was going to go up the mountain to watch the sunrise. The weather forecast says it will be sunny today.

  It was still dark when he got up. At this time, many rooms in the hotel where he stayed had lights on. Many tourists had the same idea as him, and wanted to go up the mountain early to watch the sunrise.

   After eating something, Wang An set off. The weather is still a bit cold, and there are occasional pedestrians and bunches of lights on the mountain road.

  In a crowded place, Wang An properly controlled his pace. Seeing that there was no one around, he got up quickly.

   Unknowingly, we reached the halfway up the mountain. The mountain road became steeper and steeper. There were continuous steps at the Yitianmen and Ertianmen. Wang Anjian walked like flying.

  In a forest, a man hid behind a tree, hissing, and was pulling up his pants. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   "Hold the grass!" The man shivered.

  He stood still, not daring to move, his mind went blank, and he stood there for five minutes before he slowly came back to his senses.

   "It was a ghost just now? No, this is a Taoist holy place. How can there be a ghost in Emperor Zhenwu's dojo? I must be dazzled, and I am a little tired recently."

  He was still trembling when he came out of the woods.

  Wang Anjian walked like flying. After walking for a long time, a steep staircase stood in front of him. It was the famous Hundred Step Stairs.

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  He stomped on his feet, and the man rushed out, striding more than two meters in one step, and leaned forward when he landed, with the soles of his feet a little, and then jumped up again, climbing like an ape.

   At this time, two more people came below, a man and a woman.

   "Let me tell you, if you want to see the sunrise, it's more convenient to live on the top of the mountain. Don't worry about the money. We come all the way here, and it's not every day. Let's go, this is the famous hundred-step ladder.

  Holding the grass, what is it that runs so fast! "

  The man subconsciously took the flashlight in his hand and shone it while talking. Sensing the light, Wang An turned his head and glanced, just as the light fell on his face.

   "Oh my god, there is a ghost!"

  The man trembled, and with a click, the flashlight fell to the ground. On the hundred-step ladder, Wang An, who had already walked halfway, turned around and walked up the golden roof quickly.

   "I think it looks like a person." The woman on the side said softly.

   "Can a person run so fast, like flying on the hundred-step ladder?"

   "Maybe he is an expert who cultivated in the mountains!"

  At this time, there were already some people on the top, some of these people got up very early and climbed the mountain early, and some people lived on the top of the mountain at night, so they came earlier.

  The place to watch the sunrise on the Golden Dome is actually not particularly spacious. There are many people coming. Wang An looked around and couldn't find a place with few people.

  He looked up at the building beside him, a palace several meters high.

   "How about going on that roof?"

  As soon as this idea comes out, it grows like weeds that have been injected with growth agents, and it cannot be suppressed.

  Wang An looked at the building next to the Golden Dome. On one side was a cliff to the west, and the wall was vertical. It seemed that there was no way to go up.

  He turned around and saw a stone railing on the side. He looked up at the wall, and there was a strong point at a height of nearly four meters, like a small wedge.

   Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he trotted a few steps into the air, landed on the stone railing, bent his body, focused his strength on his right leg, and then flicked violently.

   In an instant, he soared to a height of more than three meters. He raised his hand and grabbed the point of strength. He pulled hard and his waist and abdomen were strong. He jumped up again, raised his hand to grab the eaves of the roof, and kicked with his feet.

  The roof was a little wet and slippery, so he exerted force with his feet, like suction cups sucking on the roof, and stabilized himself.

   "Well, it's better here, stand tall and see far."

  Wang An stood alone on the roof and looked towards the east, with the cliff in front of him and the golden palace behind him. He was not afraid of being seen, unless he stood at a very far place or used aerial photography.

  (end of this chapter)