Omniscient and Almighty
Chapter 16
Chapter 16 Old
Just watched it once, no, twice before and after, or even three times, and then played it again quickly. Xu Guangling already had some preliminary basic concepts of this Taijiquan. ", "quasi" and so on.
In a sense, it also has some similarities with the requirements of singing.
As a lyricist and composer, oh, no, no, Xu Guangling is far from being qualified to be called a certain family. It can only be said that he is a person who has studied writing and composing, and is no stranger to singing.
When singing, in addition to the requirement of "accurate", it is also required to be "steady". Accuracy is the first requirement, and stability is the second requirement. Accurate, the ups and downs of a song are meaningful, otherwise, any song will be It can be hummed to the same tune, and secondly, stable, the expression or singing of a tune can truly give people a "sounding" enjoyment rather than torture.
If it is not accurate, it is called out of tune, and if it is unstable, it is called Guikulanghao.
Of course, sometimes, going out of tune can also give people a feeling of "my family is so powerful, and out of tune can also run so cutely", and Guikulanghao can also give people a kind of "power", "explosion" ',' 'out of bounds' and so on.
In these cases, a flaw, instead of a flaw, becomes a unique beauty. Like Venus's broken arm, flaws make perfect.
But this is another level of the topic.
It was still the same old Panasonic. Xu Guangling opened the frame, and with a steady look and precise movements, he slowly played the 36-style Taijiquan demonstrated by the old man from beginning to end.
Yes, this time it was slow, not as before, it took two minutes.
This time it took three...three times as long as three minutes, about ten minutes, which is basically about one-third of the old man. This is not a time that Xu Guangling deliberately pursued. The previous two minutes were deliberately fast, and now this is natural.
After the fight, Xu Guangling broke out in a little sweat and walked back.
It should be said that it feels pretty good.
But when he came closer, Xu Guangling realized that the old man's expression became even more strange than before. His eyes didn't widen, but it did look like he was staring fiercely. Xu Guangling couldn't understand for a while what the old man's expression was, or what he was expressing.
Shock?
Not so much.
His movements can only be said to be standard, or barely accurate, but if Xu Guangling were to evaluate himself, it would be far from what the old man fought just now. How far is it? Using the scoring method, if the old man scored 100%, his score would be at best 20 or 30 points.
One is based on a steady foundation, opening and closing moderately, flowing clouds and flowing water, making people feel very comfortable to watch. Well, well, Xu Guangling felt very comfortable watching it.
is just a mechanical imitation for the time being.
stared for a long time before the old man put away the strange expression, this time he was expressionless, and asked Xu Guangling, "Youngsheng, when will you go back?"
"Well, I don't have anything to do when I go back. It's okay if I go back a little later." Xu Guangling said, "How about you, sir, do you want to go back for breakfast?"
"I eat at the door, and no one will cook it when I go back." The old man said.
"Then let me eat with you, uncle, and I'll pay you the bill." Xu Guangling said with a smile.
"Haha, okay. I didn't expect that the old man would be able to teach art and earn breakfast money one day." Xu Guangling also laughed. For a while, the old and the young seemed to have a bit of a relationship, and those who didn't know thought they were grandparents and grandchildren.
was led by the old man in front of him, turned three times and two times, and quickly turned back to the place where Xu Guangling left before.
"Lady, what do you eat?" the old man asked.
"I can eat whatever I want." Xu Guangling replied, and added, "Master, my surname is Xu, and my name is Xu Guangling, so you can call me Xiao Xu." Xu Guangling sounded awkward when he heard this. Besides, the old man does have the virtue of teaching art, and it is also polite to report a surname or something.
"Okay, I'll call you Xiao Xu. Don't be uncle. The old man is two generations older than you. You can call the old man a generation shorter for nothing." The old man said, "I Surname Zhang, Li Zaozhang, you can call me Zhang Lao, or Lao Zhang."
Xu Guangling was of course not so low or high, so he called "Lao Zhang."
The old man, um, now it should be said that Zhang Lao, nodded, then found a stall and sat down with familiarity, said to the stall owner: "Two bowls of tofu nao, one vegetarian bun." He said to Xu Guangling: "Xiao Xu, I asked for a bowl of tofu brain for you. What do you want? Order it yourself."
Xu Guangling asked for two fried dough sticks.
The stall owner is an old husband and wife, one is responsible for frying fried dough sticks and so on, and the other is responsible for delivering and receiving money. Tofu brains, vegetarian buns, fried dough sticks are all ready-made, and there are not many people at the stall at the moment, so they come quickly.
Zhang Lao may have some old-fashioned practices, the kind that does not eat or sleep. During breakfast, he did not talk to Xu Guangling, but ate it alone.
Xu Guangling cooperated a little with the speed.
After eating, Zhang Lao got up, Xu Guangling walked slowly behind him on the path outside the park for the time being, there was a distance from the stall, and Zhang Lao only spoke: "Xiao Xu, you are a young man. It's not enough to eat so little, you can eat more in the future."
Xu Guangling nodded and said yes.
Then Zhang Lao said: "But it's best not to eat too many fried dough sticks. It contains lead, and eating too much is bad for your health."
Xu Guangling vaguely knew that there seemed to be such a thing, but he hadn't paid much attention to this issue, and he still nodded yes at the moment.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Lao laughed, and then said: "Forget it, let's not talk about it, it's the first time we met, the old man shouldn't tell you this." Then he said: "Xiao Xu, will you come back in the future? I I mean the park."
"If you don't think I'm annoyed, Mr. Zhang, I will ask you more about this Taijiquan in the morning." Xu Guangling said.
"I can't teach you anything." Zhang Lao shook his head, sighed slightly, and waved his hand again: "Okay, Xiao Xu, you can go to work if you have something to do, old man, I will take a walk by myself, and by the way. go home."
If it was ancient, Xu Guangling would probably have bowed his head and retreated. At this time, he just said yes, and then watched Lao Zhang leave.
About an hour later, Zhang Lao, who returned home, made a call from his landline: "Hello, Lao Chen, it's me, Lao Zhang. Listen to me, Lao Chen, you are sure that your Tai Chi is yours. Unique? No one else will? There is no video material on the Internet?"
What kind of insult was the avatar on the phone: "On the Internet? Video data? How is it possible! Old man Zhang, let me tell you again, this way of Tai Chi is indeed my unique teaching. So far, only three people have learned it, me, my son. , and you. Who do you think of these three people will put video data on the Internet? Me? Or you?"
"And your son." Zhang Lao said.
"Fuck you! If you go on like this, you are my son!" The voice on the other end of the phone was loud.
Zhang Lao was not to be outdone, and his voice was also loud: "Turtle son, let me tell you, keep your ears open! I met a young man today, and he just watched me hit it once, and then it's over. I asked him to fight again, and guess what, that stance, five years more than me, no, more Zhou Zheng than my ten years!"
"Old man Zhang, I said, are you confused, or haven't you woken up yet?" This time, the voice on the other end of the phone became quieter.
Zhang Lao replied that he didn't answer, and directly hung up the phone.
Two seconds later, the phone screamed.
(end of this chapter)