Chapter Eighty: The Yin Yang Plate

  Since Huizhen came down from the mountain, he met Sun Changfeng, Tang Niu, Shao Nanhua and others. They were all masters of fist techniques and martial arts, but they didn't understand the Taoist way of practicing Qi. In the past few days, Wang Zhen has been quietly cultivating his wisdom, not only summarizing his own cross-practice skills in an all-around way, but also making further progress on the top of a hundred-foot pole, and gaining a lot from the Taoist Qi-refining technique.

  After all, the martial arts of boxing have formed internal elixir, reversing the innate, and it is already the end. How to play afterwards depends on individual skills, and at most, it can only live longer than ordinary people. In this regard, the Taoist school seems to be more thorough and perfect.

  The focus of Quan Fa martial arts is another world's beginning.

  "Calculating the time, in a few more hours, the Yin energy inside Lin Yuan Shan will fully erupt. What's going on with the people of the Lin family? Until now, they have retreated and gone silent, without any movement?"

  Earlier, Wang Chan had already heard from Lei Ting about the commotion at the Lin's house over the past two days and knew that Lin Yuanfang was timid and afraid of death. After returning home, he immediately asked Gao Qiru to examine his body, and indeed, something "unusual" was found in him. As a result, for two whole days, the Lin family was in an uproar, and almost all the top-ranked martial artists in the capital were invited one by one.

  What a pity that Wang Chan's horizontal stir-frying skills had already entered the realm of transformation, with internal and external harmony as one. The internal explosive palm he struck into Lin Yuan Shan's body was stuck between his waist, kidney, and life gate, and within an hour, there wasn't even any abnormal change. Those so-called fist masters invited by the Lin family, although each had a few ultimate moves, not only were their personal attainments insufficient, but they could also only stare blankly, unable to do anything.

  The Quan Fa Wu Gong, has always been a profession that requires one part of hard work and one part of harvest, without any room for deceit. Especially in the category of internal family skills, each school and sect is different when it comes to "yin hand", with their own secrets and mysteries, involving human meridians, Zi Wu Liu Zhu and other more profound studies. Even a slight difference can cause unpredictable changes in the body. Therefore, unless one's own cultivation has reached the level of an internal family master, no one dares to take action lightly.

  "Either that, or the Lin family finally invited a weighty boxing master who successfully dissolved the yin energy in Lin Yuanfang's body during this period. Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for him to suddenly disappear without a word, not even looking for me. It seems that I was right after all, there are indeed several real masters in the Beijing martial arts world."

  Standing in the sunlight of the afternoon, Wang Chan looked very leisurely. Although he was somewhat surprised and puzzled by the Lin family's current reaction, after a moment's thought, he had already guessed more than half of what was going on.

  The Lin family's power and influence are as vast as the sky, with connections and relationships in all aspects. Where is this someone who has been hiding in the mountains for half their life supposed to imagine?!

  "Then, let's take a look at the attitude shown by the Lin family!!" Wang Chan suddenly let out a cold laugh, and the glint of light that flashed in his eyes made one feel a chill run down their spine.

  As for Lin Yuanshan, Wang Chan felt that he had already tolerated him repeatedly. If it weren't for the fact that he still needed him to contact and try out with Hongmen, with his temperament and style, this person would definitely not have been able to walk out of the third-floor room of the State Guest House alive.

  Moreover, as far as he knew, Lin Yuanshan was a person with a heart like that of a wolf or fox, cunning and cruel, who would surely retaliate if provoked. After going through this incident, either he would be thoroughly intimidated and retreat, not daring to provoke him again, or else he would immediately turn against him.

  As for the previous agreement between him and Lei Feng, in Wang Chan's view, it was also a limited constraint and could not be fully counted. It seemed that he was used to living a life where he could turn his hand over to cover up the clouds and rain, and couldn't bear the "humiliation" imposed on him by such a small character like himself.

  So Wang Chan is also waiting, waiting for Lin Yuanfang's attitude.

  If he really won't give up, then there's no need to say anything else, just rush over and finish him off with one punch.

  Such people, if they stay, will bring endless trouble.

  Wang Chan's mind was made up, and he would no longer waver. He cast aside all distracting thoughts.

  He stood casually, standing under an old pomegranate tree in the garden, his hands vaguely embracing the air, as if he had a big ball in his chest. His chest, abdomen, back, and legs were all rounded, and he slowly exhaled deeply, his left hand sinking into the ground, his right hand floating up to the sky, like reversing yin and yang.

  "Embracing all" is great because of its inclusiveness; standing like a wall with thousands of feet, being unyielding due to having no desires.

  This is the method that Wang Zhen combined his own thirteen Taibao horizontal Gongfu and Taoist Tiandi Genzhuang, self-enlightened, suitable for his personal characteristics, a fist frame, obtained is Taiji rotation, yin-yang parallel, hard-soft harmony meaning, so named "Yinyang Pan".

  In ancient China, there was a saying that "yin and yang interact, giving birth to all things." Wang Zhen's boxing framework not only integrated his own understanding of martial arts but also incorporated the Taoist practice of qigong. The theory that "Taiji moves and gives birth to yang, extreme movement gives rise to stillness, stillness gives birth to yin, and extreme stillness returns to movement" can be considered a direct manifestation of his decades-long learning and accumulation.

  Although it is still in its infancy, the significance of his current boxing skills is not much different from that of "Old Master Neng" changing the Xinyi Liuhe Gun to San Ti Shi Zhuang Fa back then.

  "Yin and Yang began to move, all things were born, and then there were endless changes!"

  Wang Chan constantly adjusted the subtle parts of his posture, silently reciting a passage from the Huang Ting Jing in his heart. As if he had some feeling, he followed by moving his two feet, separating them into front and back. A big breath was swallowed into his abdomen, and suddenly his large and small intestines rumbled like thunder and cow bellowing. The inside and outside of his body were like a violent storm sweeping through, stirring up the air around him, causing the grass leaves to rustle.

  Once again, he lifted up the Qi in his Dan Tian, and Wang Chan's hands rotated like the rising sun and descending moon, the four seasons revolving. The true energy inside his body reached his chest, moving with his heart, suddenly bursting outwards with a loud "Hoo!" sound, a foul odor assailing people.

  But it was Wang Chan who had just stood up the yin and yang disk's fist frame, operating the inner breath, and Li Xuan immediately sprayed out all the hidden dangers that had accumulated in his body for several days without being completely cleared. Until this moment, the injury caused by Shao Nanhua's Qixing needle was completely restored to its original state, without any aftereffects.

  With this breath, he sprayed outward for two or three minutes, so leisurely and long. Wang Chan's waist and hips moved, borrowing momentum to follow his body, slowly putting down his hands, retracting his stance, and standing in the original place, taking a few deep breaths. After calming his breathing, he didn't leave but instead turned his head towards his back, furrowing his brow. He said coldly: "What kind of person are you? Don't you know that secretly watching others practice is a major taboo in the Jianghu? You've watched for so long, friend! Why not come out and meet?"

  "Huh? What kind of kung fu is this, shaking the blood vessels and meridians while also exhaling the old and inhaling the new. It seems to have some connection with the Taiji diagram of Taoism!" Along with Wang Chan's cold shout, a voice suddenly came from behind the moon gate, and a person walked in with a plump figure.

  "What a wonderful beginning of yin and yang, all things are born, and then there will be endless changes." The man walked away with a smile on his face, and the sound of his laughter echoed in his ears. It seemed that he didn't take Wang Chan's previous accusation of secretly peeking at him practicing seriously.

  "No wonder you dare to look down on the Lin family, and even dare to make a move on Lin Yuan in this small piece of land in the capital. Wang Chan, your boxing skills and martial arts are indeed the essence of internal family kung fu, but don't be arrogant as a person. In this small piece of land in the capital, there are many masters, what you did is equivalent to slapping all the martial artists in the capital in the face. If it were in the past Republic era, that would be a matter of life and death, I'm afraid even Lei Feng here wouldn't be able to stay safe, someone would have come knocking on your door already."

  "Besides, it's not the old days anymore, martial arts have declined and there are few practitioners. What's the point of talking about Jianghu rules? It's not allowed to sneak a peek from behind, you've always lived in the mountains, so you wouldn't know. I won't blame you for being ignorant."

  Wang Chan's eyes flashed with a hint of light, his eyebrows relaxed instantly, and he narrowed his eyes to look at the person who came.

  Just now, when he heard the man talking, he sounded old and arrogant, thinking that he was a person of great age this year. But when he looked closely, Wang Chan discovered that the visitor was actually a young man who was not much different in age from himself, wearing neat and loose clothes, carrying a long backpack in his hand.

  He has a tall and slender build, with two thin and long eyebrows that slant into his temples, his face is smooth and glossy like jade, seemingly without a single pore, his eyes are like the cold stars in the night sky, bright and piercing, with an outer radiance, his hair is very long, casually tied up in a bun with a bamboo pin, looking just like some Taoist priests, with an air of elegance that presses upon people, as if there's also a hint of an otherworldly aura emanating from him.

  "Turns out he's a master swordsman!"

  Wang Chan saw at a glance that the long, narrow bag in the young man's hand was actually a "sword sack" used by some skilled swordsmen in ancient times to carry their beloved swords.

  In ancient times, swordsmen were known for their chivalry and would often draw their swords at the slightest disagreement, engaging in fierce battles that would leave them bloodied within five steps. However, as they honed their skills and traveled the world, they became more composed and mature. As a result, many would wear a "sword cloak" over their sword or place it in a scabbard to conceal its sharp edge.

  Therefore, in ancient times, swordsmen who carried swords with a scabbard were mostly true masters who had achieved some success in their mental and technical skills.

  "Just as I was standing still, adjusting my fist frame, my attention was too focused, but I forgot that this is not the top of Hu's head, and there are many people coming and going. Only then did I realize that someone had been peeking at me for a long time without noticing it in time. From now on, I must be careful at all times. This person has a sword case in his hand, with slender fingers, and an old callus on the tiger's mouth, obviously as skilled in swordsmanship as Lei Ting. If he had taken advantage of my distraction to launch a sneak attack just now, although it's not certain what would have happened to me, but now that I've offended the Lin family, I don't want someone to come and shoot me in the back. The situation earlier was really dangerous!"

  Wang Chan had just adjusted his yin-yang pan fist frame, fully focused, but inadvertently neglected to guard against sneak attacks. When he sensed something was off and discovered someone sneaking up behind him, it was already almost time for him to finish his exercise. He couldn't help feeling extremely annoyed, and immediately spoke out to expose the person.

  Fortunately, he also knew that he was now in the Lei family, and he had to be more restrained than elsewhere. Otherwise, with Wang Chan's current skills, his internal and external strength were united, his physical strength was at its peak, and his limbs were filled with energy. His meridians were unobstructed, and his six senses and five senses were extremely sharp. Even when he was meditating, as long as there was danger approaching, he would immediately wake up and be on high alert. With one pounce, he could kill someone instantly within a distance of 50-60 steps.

  Not even giving the opponent time to react.

  A warrior practices boxing, and after reaching a certain level of proficiency, his body's reaction to danger is almost entirely instinctual. Often, it isn't until after he has reacted that the neural response reaches his brain, allowing him to understand what happened. This is especially true for Wang Chan, who has now barely touched upon the realm of "the cicada senses the wind before it moves" in his boxing skills. He can even sense danger and avoid it, knowing beforehand. This is also why he didn't feel any disadvantage when listening to this young man's words.

  "You peeked at my training and still didn't leave! Wang Chan was furious but laughed, his eyes narrowing into slits. 'You're holding a sword case, you must be a martial artist too, how could you not know the rules of the Jianghu world? No matter who you are, first tell me your name, then I'll give you three options: one, kneel down and apologize to me, serve me tea, and let me hit you three times. If you don't die, you can leave on your own; two, we fight to the death here, either you kill me or I beat you to death; three, if you have enough skills to escape from my hands, then we'll settle this another time, until one of us dies.'"

  "Huh? My name is Song Jie, I'm a successor of Wudang Neijia Dandao Swordsmanship. Are you sure you're serious about what you just said?"

  Song Jie was taken aback, and his face suddenly turned cold. He had not expected that Wang Chan would be such a person - a "conservative" who, even in this day and age, still clung to the old rules of the Jianghu, and would immediately turn against someone for secretly watching them practice their skills.

  The three ways to deal with the situation that were passed down from the Republic of China era, when someone was caught stealing kung fu techniques from another school, were: a severe beating and then being taken in as a disciple, like what happened to Yang Luchan, the founder of Yang-style tai chi, when he was caught by Chen Changxing while sneaking around to learn tai chi in Chen Village; or a trial by combat, where only one person would emerge alive, with no other options considered, which seemed to be what Wang Zhen had done.

  "So you're saying you won't choose to apologize and make amends like I did?"

  Wang Chan let out a cold hum, suddenly took a deep breath, and swallowed it into his abdomen. In an instant, his whole body trembled, his muscles and bones crackled, and a loud rumbling sound erupted. His voice was no longer like before, but rather like the sound of thunder rolling across the summer sky. Accompanied by the increasingly loud tiger's roar echoing from his chest, abdomen, and throat, the air temperature between the two people suddenly dropped, filling the air with a chilling aura.

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