Chapter 122: The Essence of Taiji! (2 updates seeking flowers)

  Taking a deep breath, Wu Zheng suppressed his urge to answer sternly and slowly opened his mouth.

  But this was not because Wu Zhengyi was diligent and studious, but rather because he knew the dangers within the ancient tomb.

  In "Yong Meng Zha Ji", it is recorded that inside each ancient official tomb, many mechanisms were set up. The design of these mechanisms was so ingenious that even modern craftsmanship could hardly reach its height. To deal with these mechanisms, simply understanding the techniques and tactics was not enough; one had to have agile movements combined with good combat experience.

  Dealing with that evil cultivator alone, Wu Zhengyi was confident he had no problem at all, but if he wasn't careful and got caught by the mechanisms inside the ancient tomb, it was very likely to capsize in a ditch.

  Wu Zhengxie has been careful for these twenty years or so, he can't afford to be even slightly careless.

  Finally, under Wu Zhengxie's unwavering gaze, Wu Zhengxie got out of bed, put on his clothes and went to the living room.

  Yan Jing's home was decorated very simply, and the household appliances were limited to a TV and a few essential items for the kitchen. There were no other electrical appliances in the house except for a computer in the bedroom, but Wu Zhengye didn't know how to use it. Fortunately, there was a DVD player under the TV, and after Yan Jing taught him once, he learned how to use it.

  Most of the discs that Yan Jing carefully collected were martial arts teaching discs given by her instructor two years ago when she was in school. There are two reasons why she kept them. Firstly, as the captain of the guard team, Yan Jing needed to practice martial arts herself. Secondly, her instructor at school was the first idol in her life.

  However, this idol was thrown to the ninth cloud after seeing Wu Zhengyi's nine-character mantra, of course, Wu didn't know the reason and he didn't want to think about it.

  But at the moment, Wu Mouren, who was watching the video while dancing with his hands and feet, muttered from time to time, "Isn't this so-called martial art a bit too simple?"

  It's no wonder he thinks so, because this is what's on his mind, and these fighting skills really can't help him much.

  Why?

  These martial arts are just some simple grappling and attacking methods, the teaching of weapons such as knives, swords, sticks, and rods is also very simple, only teaching people how to get started, not to mention profound.

  These things are more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but Wu Mou is not dealing with ordinary people at all.

  Having mastered all the moves on the discs, he had no choice but to pick up the TV remote control and flip through the channels.

  The TV received a total of sixty-eight non-repeating channels, and even though it was almost three o'clock in the morning, seven or eight of these channels were still playing movies.

  Among them, two films were modern martial arts films, and one was a mythological story. Wu Zheng chose one of the modern martial arts films, which happened to be "Fist of Legend".

  While watching, Wu Zheng learned, and when the movie was over, Wu Zheng also finished his work.

  Seeing the ending of the movie, he couldn't help but feel a great sense of depression. "This Huo Yuanjia is too careless, isn't he? A cup of poisoned wine and his life is gone? Damn it, those foreigners are really not good stuff, their means are so despicable. If I, the great master, had been born a few years earlier, I would have destroyed your country's luck."

  Just as he was getting angry, the door of the master bedroom was suddenly opened, and Yan Jing walked out in a half-transparent nightgown. "Husband, aren't you resting yet?"

  Seeing Yan Jing's languid appearance and extremely seductive attire, Wu Zhengye suddenly felt a surge of excitement, "Heh heh, baby, can you still hold on?"

  Upon hearing this, her serene sleepiness instantly vanished, and she shook her head. "Honey, I really can't take it anymore. I just want to hold you and sleep for a while."

  He got up and took a few steps forward, embracing Yan Jing tightly in his arms. Wu Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of emotion, but after the emotions subsided, he let out a soft sigh.

  "Baby, today I'm going to the big mountain over 120 miles east of H City to capture that evil cultivator. The evil cultivator's power is nothing in my eyes, and I can easily wipe him out. But what I'm afraid of is the unknown factors in that ancient tomb."

  "The Master left behind the 'Ode to the Dream Trap' which explained the dangers of ancient tombs, especially some mechanisms and traps. Even with the Master's great power at the second level, second step 'Earth Boundary', it was still a narrow escape. My current strength is far inferior to the Master's peak."

  Upon hearing this, Yan Jing immediately sobered up. "Husband, I hope you're safe and sound. If you really don't have a grasp on the situation, then let the military take action."

  "Heh heh," Wu Zhengxiao sneered, "Baby, your idea is a bit too naive. If I couldn't do anything to that evil cultivator, the army's intervention would be futile."

  Yan Jing furrowed her brow, clearly somewhat skeptical of Wu Zhengyi's words.

  "Don't be suspicious," Wu Zhengxie continued, "My strength is special, but if I use the Nine-Character True Words to defend myself, ordinary handguns can't hurt me at all. I believe that the evil cultivator also has his own special abilities. The military will have a hard time catching him unless they use missiles to blast the mountain peak flat."

  "If it were an army that ventured into the ancient tomb, they would probably never return, and as many people who went in would die inside."

  "This." Yan Jing hesitated, and after a moment, she tightly hugged Wu Zhengye again. "Husband, you promised me, you must come back safely, I still want to have two more children with you, we'll form a happy little family together."

  "I promised you." Wu Zhengxie didn't hesitate at all, and tightly hugged Yan Jing, "By the way, I've gone through all the combat tutorials you collected, and I've learned everything in them. However, I feel that they're a bit too simple. Can you find me some more advanced martial arts tutorials?"

  "After a moment of deep contemplation, he furrowed his brow and said, 'Husband, there isn't any other martial arts tutorial online. These things are all kept secret by each martial arts school, but there is one martial art that isn't kept secret. Its main purpose for being passed down through the ages is to let people strengthen their bodies.'"

  "Tai Chi?" Wu Zheng was not a complete idiot, and for the past 26 years he had spent most of his time wandering around the city streets, so he often saw groups of old men and women gathering together to practice Tai Chi in the early morning hours.

  Similarly, under the influence of "ear deaf and eye blind", he also learned the meaning represented by the term Tai Chi.

  "Use gentleness to overcome strength, use slowness to defeat speed, seek stillness in movement, seek stability in emptiness, find lightness in heaviness."

  These few sentences are the essence of Tai Chi. The Tai Chi practitioner, born from nothingness, between movement and stillness, is the mother of yin and yang. This shows that Tai Chi originally has no fixed moves, but anyone who understands the meaning of Tai Chi can create a move with just a wave of their hand.

  "Not bad, let's learn Tai Chi." Wu Zhengyi immediately agreed, "As far as I know, Tai Chi is derived from the understanding and feelings of Laozi's 'Tao Te Ching'. Master doesn't seem to understand other scriptures too well, but he has indeed read through 'Tao Te Ching' thoroughly. It shouldn't be too difficult for him to grasp the essence of Tai Yang."

  At this time, Yan Jing also stopped mentioning the rest and opened the computer to find out all the information and videos about "Tai Chi", and accompanied Wu Zhengye to read them carefully.

  Time flies so fast, and just as Yan Jing was happily gazing at Wu Zhengye's not-so-handsome face, the sky had already brightened up.

  At this time, Yan Jing's mobile phone rang, and it was Director Chen inviting Yan Jing and Wu Zhengye to have breakfast together.

  Upon hearing this, Wu Zhengyi immediately agreed. He didn't sleep for a night, no, to be exact, he didn't sleep for two nights, but he was still very spirited.

  This also confirms from another aspect the strength of his heavenly soul.

  The heavenly soul dominates human spiritual consciousness. If the spiritual power is weak and tired, people will get sleepy and need a long time to rest to recover their spirits. But his spiritual power is strong and the heavenly soul is powerful. To say nothing of two days without rest, even if half a month without rest, there won't be too much fatigue.

  At this point, he can no longer be considered an ordinary person. The fate force in his brow is constantly nourishing his heavenly soul, making it stronger at all times. At the same time, the super repair power of the fate force is also continuously bringing moisture to his internal organs, making them tireless and his heavenly soul tireless. How can he feel tired?

  Chen Jun was already waiting under Yan Jing's dormitory building when he called Yan Jing. Since this dormitory building is inhabited by police officers from H City, Chen Jun's appearance made the vast majority of police officers suspicious and uncertain.

  Some police officers who thought they had a good relationship with Chen Bureau would go downstairs and greet him as if they had met by chance, while others would secretly look down at Chen Jun from the window. This great god, who was rarely seen even once every few months, was now appearing under the dormitory building of the police officers, which was really strange.

  "Huh, Director Chen, how do you have time to come to the dormitory building?" A man in his fifties, who seemed to have just returned from a morning run, couldn't help but stop and greet him as he passed by Chen Jun's side.

  "Haha, it's Shenda Ge, no big deal, I just had something to discuss with Xiao Yan and asked her out for breakfast together."

  A man with the surname Shen, nicknamed "Little Yan", carefully glanced at Yan Jing's dormitory and then leaned in close to Chen Jun, asking in a low voice, "Chen, I heard that Little Yan has a boyfriend now, and they've even done that. Is this true?"

  "Cough, cough." Chen Jun coughed lightly a few times, "I'm saying, Sheng, it's Xiao Yan's private matter, you don't need to know so clearly, do you?"

  Seeing Chen Jun's unpleasant expression, the man with the surname Shen couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I was just casually asking, haha, I'll take my leave first then. Maybe next time when I'm free, I'll invite you for a cup of tea."

  At this moment, the quiet dormitory door opened. At this moment, Chen Jun and the Shen surname man who was about to leave both focused their eyes on the gate.

  PS: Number one is really touched, you guys are too awesome! I just wrote a subscription for flowers in the last chapter, and the number of flowers increased from 98 to 107. Really, number one is touched! For the sake of the flowers you sent, number one worked hard tonight, added an extra chapter, typed and saved drafts until 4:30, and will continue to work hard for future updates, all for your sake, fellow immortals!