On a June morning, the sunlight bathed every corner of the ordinary neighborhood through the thin mist, and the breeze blowing was very refreshing.
At this moment, Yang Feng is busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Soon, he places two bowls of longevity noodles on the table and glances at the time on his phone.
Seven thirteen.
"If you don't come out now, are you not planning to go to school anymore?" "
Yang Feng's brows furrowed instantly, muttering to himself.
The impact of the typhoon has completely passed, and students below the second year of high school are about to start school again.
"Click-"
Just then, the younger sister opened the door, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, and slowly walked out from inside, wearing a blue and white school uniform.
Come out, hurry up and brush your teeth, get ready for dinner, or you'll be late. Yang Feng said.
Yang Linqing did not respond, and walked towards the bathroom on her own, obviously still angry about yesterday.
Time passed by minute by minute, and my younger sister came out of the bathroom, tied her hair into a ponytail and hung her backpack on her back. She walked out directly towards the outside.
Lianqing, are you not having breakfast? Yang Feng watched as his younger sister walked out of the house, stood up, and grabbed her little arm.
I don't want to eat what you made, go away. Yang Linqing's beautiful eyes were tinged with some bloodshot veins as she glanced at Yang Feng, trying to shake off his large hand.
Don't be stubborn, come in and have dinner. Yang Feng patiently continued speaking.
If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. I don't want to deal with you anymore, so just go away. Yang Linqing struggled to break free from Yang Feng's hand and quickly ran downstairs.
Yang Feng didn't chase after her, but instead looked at his sister's departing figure with a calm expression, let out a sigh, and murmured:
Oh my parents, this is the result of raising a girl in luxury. "
After speaking, he thought for a moment, as if he had been rebellious like that before, but since his father passed away, he has gradually become more sensible.
Yang Feng shook his head and went back home, where he had to finish his sister's breakfast as well.
After cleaning up the tableware, Yang Feng, who had finished the college entrance examination, had nothing to do for the time being, as the results would not be out until next week.
Leaving the ordinary neighborhood, he walked slowly on the quiet street towards the direction of the People's Park.
As Yang Feng entered the People's Park, a scent of flowers accompanied by a gentle breeze brushed past him, lifting his 37% hair.
There are many people here, some are jogging in the morning, and many elderly people are using exercise equipment here to keep fit.
Yang Feng was no exception. He arrived under a city tree and, relying on his memory, began practicing Tai Chi.
Combining the changes of yin and yang and the five elements, entering the realm of Tai Chi in the art of healing.
His movements at this moment were like a beautiful scroll, feeling the flow of energy in his body starting to circulate, reaching every tendon and bone.
After completing a set of Tai Chi routines, Yang Feng's back was soaked with sweat. He took a deep breath and felt the blood in his whole body burning, feeling very comfortable.
"Papapa-"
At this moment, crisp applause could be heard not far away.
Yang Feng turned to look at the sound, only to see a slightly thin old man walking over with agile steps, a faint smile on his face, and said,
Young man, your boxing skills are excellent, agile and flexible, combining strength and softness, with a lively and vivid charm, just like a vivid painting. If I'm not mistaken, the set of boxing you just performed is Tai Chi boxing, right? "
It's Tai Chi, but it's my first time practicing boxing. I'm just exercising to keep fit, you're exaggerating, old man. "
Yang Feng smiled faintly, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm, and replied.
"How could you be so good at Tai Chi the first time you try?" Young people don't need to be too modest. Sometimes, excessive modesty is pride. "
The old man's eyes carried a hint of displeasure, and he spoke with a smile.
"Is that so, then be proud." Yang Feng shrugged indifferently and replied.
"Haha, you young man are interesting. My name is Huatian Gang. I used to be the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. I have retired now. Your martial arts skills are good. Would you consider joining the Martial Arts Association? I will inform them." "
Hua Tian took a step forward, with a kind smile on his face, and said slowly:
Although I have retired, my prestige there is still very high. "
Sorry, I'm getting ready to go to college and I'm not interested in that right now. "
Yang Feng decisively shook his head and refused to speak.
He still needs to manage the development of underground forces now, so it is naturally impossible for him to find time to participate in any martial arts association. He can only use the excuse of attending college to evade it.
"That's too bad, then." Upon hearing this, Huatian just flashed a hint of regret in his eyes. From the martial arts he just displayed, it is evident that he is a master in martial arts. The main thing is that he is still young and has potential for further development.
If he joins the Hua Guo Martial Arts Association, it will definitely greatly enhance the inheritance of Chinese martial arts.
"Since you don't want to join, I won't force you. How about this, we have a friendly match. If I win, you join the Martial Arts Association. If I lose, I will grant you a request, as long as it doesn't go against morals." "
Hua Tian Gang still hasn't given up, and continues to speak.
"Practice with you?" No need, you are not my opponent. "
Yang Feng frowned slightly, waved his hand, and replied.
After hearing this, Huatian was stunned. He had just praised him for being humble, but now he had become so arrogant.
He already said he is not his opponent before they even met.
Although he is already in his sixties, he has not lost any of his martial arts skills.
Young man, don't look down on this old man. There are not many people in the Martial Arts Association who can defeat me now. As long as you can beat me... "
Listening to his words, Yang Feng felt a bit impatient. This old man sure talks a lot. After a moment of thought, he interrupted and said:
"Well, old man, I'll spar with you then." "
Have you had a realization? Okay, let's do it. Hua Tian's eyes lit up as soon as he heard it, a triumphant smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he struck a Tai Chi pose.
Yang Feng looked at him calmly, moved his body, and used three fingers to point at his fist.
Huatian's face suddenly changed, feeling that he couldn't exert any force on his fist. Then a huge force came, causing him to stagger back three or four steps.
His eyes were filled with shock as he asked, "Did you just use the moves from Tai Chi?" "
Well, with a little effort, I managed to lift a thousand catties. I also made some modifications along the way, not bad. "
Yang Feng shrugged indifferently and said.