Chapter 133: The Taiji Gate and Yang Xiao's Past

  Yang Xiao was still practicing Tai Chi, and Su Wen used to think it was just ordinary Tai Chi, but now he felt that it was incredibly profound. After Yang Xiao finished practicing the Tai Chi moves, Su Wen felt that his own Tai Chi had made tremendous progress.

  "Su Wen, you're back." Yang Xiao turned around and looked at Su Wen, with a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

  "Grandpa Yang," Su Wen called out, "the Tai Chi you're practicing is quite profound and seems a bit different from what I was taught."

  Yang Xiao heard this and smiled, "I taught you the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist, but what you just practiced was the Gentle Tai Chi Fist. Although the moves look identical, their connotations are completely opposite. The Overbearing Tai Chi Fist emphasizes force that can crush a thousand pounds, while the Gentle Tai Chi Fist emphasizes gentleness with firmness. You must first master the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist before you can learn the Gentle Tai Chi Fist; otherwise, your strength will be insufficient."

  Su Wen nodded: "So that's how it is."

  Yang Xiao looked at Su Wen and said after a while: "You have already cultivated true energy?"

  Su Wen was taken aback: "Grandfather Yang has seen through it, I have just cultivated my true energy."

  Yang Xiao was visibly shocked: "How did you cultivate your true energy? The Tai Chi boxing breathing method I taught you, even with ten or eight years of practice, can indeed cultivate true energy. But you've only been practicing for less than two months, and even if you have a great talent, it's impossible to cultivate it in such a short time."

  Su Wen did not expect that the Tai Chi boxing breathing method taught by Yang Xiao could actually cultivate true energy, although it takes ten or eight years of practice. But if those martial arts enthusiasts knew about this, someone would definitely continue to cultivate it, and this is too tempting.

  "Grandpa Yang, I cultivated true qi through other methods."

  "So it was like that."

  "Grandfather Yang, what exactly are you?" Su Wen asked after some thought. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel curious about Yang Xiao's identity. An ordinary practitioner's son would absolutely not know the method of cultivating true energy.

  Yang Xiao fell into silence, his face changing with various expressions, anger, joy, nostalgia... but finally endless desolation.

  Su Wen was stunned, he had already guessed a lot from Yang Xiao's expression.

  Yang Xiao is absolutely a person with rich stories.

  "Su Wen, let me tell you something about a sect!" Yang Xiao faced the rising sun, forcing a faint smile on his face.

  "Okay, Grandpa Yang."

  Yang Xiao began to speak: "In the land of Bashu, there is a sect called Taiji Gate. This Taiji Gate has continued for five or six hundred years. The old ancestor was one of Zhang Daoren's disciples. Although Taiji Gate is not a big sect, it also has some reputation. Each generation has several disciples who have left their names in the Jianghu. About fifty years ago, coincidentally, during the great change of Huaxia, the disciples of Taiji Gate joined the tide to protect Huaxia. In the end, the master and seven disciples all died together, leaving only a young junior brother guarding the mountain gate."

  Su Wen knew that the little brother was probably Yang Xiao.

  "The young apprentice knew that his master and seven senior apprentices had died tragically, so he resolutely took on the heavy responsibility of carrying on the legacy of Tai Chi. Yang Xiao's tone became dull and heavy as she spoke, "That young apprentice practiced the sect's ultimate skills with great diligence, and later accepted six disciples, all of whom were exceptionally talented. After more than a decade, the eldest and second eldest among these six disciples had finally become strong enough to rival their master."

  Su Wen's heart skipped a beat as he guessed what had happened next.

  "The two eldest disciples were insatiable, dissatisfied with their current abilities, always feeling that the master was holding something back. One day, they joined forces and pushed the master to the edge of a cliff, demanding that he hand over a secret book that he didn't need. The fourth and fifth disciples tried to intervene but were beaten to death, the third disciple jumped off the cliff in despair, and the sixth disciple was lucky enough to escape because he wasn't at the sect." Yang Xiao's eyes blazed with fire as she spoke.

  "What's next?"

  The master set up a trap, saying that the secret recipe was hidden in one place. The two apprentices who were already confused and disoriented were led to the place where the master usually hunted wild beasts. Relying on several traps, the master chopped off the leg of the eldest apprentice with one blow and stabbed out the eyes of the second apprentice. Afterwards, the master escaped with a wounded body and went into hiding, and no one ever knew whether he was dead or alive again.

  Su Wen heard this and said angrily: "How can there be such a vicious disciple, he should be killed!"

  Yang Xiao looked at Su Wenyi's indignant expression and sighed, "It's obvious that I'm the protagonist of this story. At that time, I was too young and only thought about passing on the Taiji Gate, so when looking for disciples, I only considered their talent. Later, I discovered that no matter how good one's talent is, if they have a poor temperament, they will eventually become a scourge."

  "Grandpa Yang, haven't you ever thought of taking revenge?"

  "Take revenge?" Yang Xiao took a deep breath, "How easy is it to talk about? My ruthless and poisonous eldest and second disciples rely on the skills I taught them, now they are all superior to me, while I am just a rustic village husband, what qualifications do I have to take revenge."

  Su Wen fell silent, he also didn't know what else to say.

  "Su Wen, I taught you the tyrannical Tai Chi Fist, don't use it again from now on." Yang Xiao fell silent for a moment, "If someone with ill intentions sees it, who knows what kind of trouble you'll stir up."

  Su Wen seemed to understand why Yang Xiao had asked him to come back this time. He probably just wanted to tell himself that.

  "I have other martial arts skills, if you want to learn, I can teach you." Yang Xiao looked at Su Wen, "I taught you the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist, but it was just a momentary impulse. After you left, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it wasn't right, so that's why I had your dad call you back this time."

  "Grandpa Yang, I'm not afraid." Su Wen thought for a moment, "Isn't it just the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist? Since I've learned it, I dare to use it. If those two rebellious disciples of yours dare to cause me trouble, I have my own way of protecting myself."

  "Su Wen, don't be stubborn." Yang Xiao sighed, "Those two forces are very powerful, what can you use to protect yourself? Even I have to hide in this small village and not dare to leave. Do you want to go and get yourself killed? After all these years, I've also come to accept it. As long as one is alive, sometimes suffering a bit of humiliation doesn't matter."

  "Grandfather Yang, is this okay? From now on I'll try not to use Tai Chi Fist, at least not in front of those two rascals." Su Wen said, and then he felt a bit embarrassed: "Grandfather Yang, it seems you haven't told me yet, what are the names of those two rascals?"

  "Ah!" Yang Xiao was somewhat helpless, he also had no way with Su Wen. "My two disciples, my eldest disciple is named Shentu, now the president of the Huaxia Martial Arts Association, and my second disciple is called Chunyu Qingfeng, the master of the aristocratic family Chunyu."

  "Shen Tu, pure as the clear wind?" Su Wen murmured to himself.

  "What's wrong?" Yang Xiao wondered.

  "Last time I cut off the arm of a man named Chun Yu Kang, and now I hear that Master Yang's second disciple also has the surname Chun Yu, it feels like quite a coincidence." Su Wen said.

  "As far as I know, there aren't many people with the surname Chunyu." Yang Xiao thought for a moment, "That Chunyu Kang is probably from the Chunyu family. At that time, did you use the Tai Chi fist I taught you?"

  "That's not it, I used swordsmanship." Su Wen recalled that time he used the ugly treasured sword to shock everyone and gained the title of Great Swordsman, without using Yang Xiao's Tai Chi Fist.

  "That's good." Yang Xiao put his mind at ease.

  "Grandfather Yang, if that's the case, can you also teach me the soft and gentle Tai Chi Fist?" Su Wen revealed a flattering smile. He had already learned the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist, so naturally he also wanted to learn the Soft and Gentle Tai Chi Fist. From what Yang Xiao meant, only by combining these two types of Tai Chi Fists together would it be considered the authentic Tai Chi Fist of the Tai Chi School.

  "Although you are not a disciple of Tai Chi Gate, it is still possible to teach you Tai Chi boxing. The school has no rules that prohibit external transmission." Yang Xiao thought for a moment.

  "Thanks, Grandpa Yang!" Su Wen said.

  "Here, I'll teach you the soft-style Tai Chi. Yang Xiao said, already assuming the starting position of Tai Chi, "The soft-style Tai Chi is opposite to the Overbearing Tai Chi, it emphasizes slowness, but within this slowness, there is also quickness, storing power in the smallest movements, and the breathing method that accompanies it is three exhalations for every one inhalation, also known as the Reverse Three-Section Breathing Method."

  Yang Xiao finished speaking and then demonstrated a set of soft and gentle Tai Chi moves one by one.

  Su Wen continued to practice tyrannical Tai Chi and soon made great progress.

  After several times.

  "Give it a try."

  "Alright."

  Su Wen tried to play the soft and elegant Tai Chi, his speed was very slow, his movements were very gentle, but his moves became even more fierce in that slowness. Yang Xiao looked at Su Wen's movements, he was shocked in his heart, Su Wen's talent far exceeded his six disciples back then.

  After one round, Su Wen found that he was more tired than when he practiced the domineering Tai Chi Fist. This Yin-soft Tai Chi emphasized control over the force exerted, so his fatigue was mainly reflected in the mental exhaustion.

  "Your talent is astonishing, among the people I know, no one's talent can be compared to yours, maybe in the future you will become a master of martial arts." Yang Xiao had high hopes for Su Wen's future.

  "Master of Martial Arts?" Su Wen smiled mischievously, "Don't worry, Grandpa Yang, I'll work hard."

  "I know you're diligent, but cultivation also needs to be balanced." Yang Xiao said, "For now, you should still focus on practicing the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist. When you reach the peak of the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist, then try to merge it with the Gentle Tai Chi Fist. My master once told me that when the Overbearing Tai Chi Fist is practiced to its limit, it will produce a clear and powerful energy, while the Gentle Tai Chi Fist will produce a subtle and hidden energy. When both are merged together, they will produce a transformed energy, which is the peak of power."

  "What's the difference between Ming Jin, An Jin and Hua Jin?" Su Wen asked, somewhat perplexed.

  "You can think of it as the attribute of power. Ordinary strength only makes you feel pain when hit, but Ming Jin hits and makes your skin burst open. An Jing can penetrate the skin and hurt the internal organs. As for Hua Jin, it can even shatter a person's bones with one punch. If combined with Zhen Qi, its power is terrifying." Yang Xiao told Su Wen.