Volume 1 Chapter 5: Carefree at White Cloud Temple

  "Mom, I'm going out for a while." Peng Yuanzheng said to Meng Lin.

  Then he said softly to Cao Ying, "Cao Ying, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, come with me to the countryside."

  After finishing speaking, Peng Yuanzheng pushed the door and left.

  Cao Ying hesitated for a moment, then turned back and called out to Meng Yi before chasing after Peng Yuanzheng downstairs.

  Meng Lin gazed at the two people's backs as they went downstairs, letting out a soft sigh.

  Cao Ying's thoughts about her son, how could she not see it as a mother; it's just that the two families are not on equal terms, the Cao family must look down on this widowed mother and orphan, and for the two to truly be together is probably very difficult.

  After coming down from the building, Cao Ying saw Peng Yuanzheng pushing his bicycle and smiled gently, "Peng Yuanzheng, are you going to the countryside? Where are you going?"

  "I'll go back to my hometown, and I'll also make a trip to Baiyun Temple Village." Peng Yuanzheng replied, but when he looked at Cao Ying again, his eyes had a hint of subtle and invisible tenderness.

  This girl is straightforward, kind and simple. The two were originally a relatively suitable couple. Unfortunately, the Cao family was unwilling to let their daughter marry Peng Yuanzheng, and her mother Liu Fang even sought death for this reason. In the end, the girl had no choice but to give in, tearfully parting ways with Peng Yuanzheng.

  "Oh, that's too far, riding a bike is so tiring. Wait - I'll go home and ride my motorcycle." Cao Ying ran forward, but after running for a few steps, she turned back and waved her hand, "Wait, it'll be quick!"

  Before long, Cao Ying rode over on her brand-new women's scooter and tossed a helmet over, laughing "Come on, Peng Yuanzheng, I'll take you!"

  Peng Yuanzheng didn't hesitate, took the helmet and put it on, then jumped onto the back seat. Cao Ying stepped on the gas, and this locally-made motorcycle zoomed away.

  At that time, motorcycles were not something ordinary people could afford. Only families like Cao Ying's could buy a motorcycle worth several thousand yuan. For Peng Yuanzhi and his mother, this was already a very large sum of money.

  Cao Ying rode a motorcycle carrying Peng Yuanzheng out of the living area of Xin'an Mechanical Factory, along the highway all the way north, to Peng Yuanzheng's hometown - that is, his father Peng Yuqiang's adoptive parents' home in a small village called Bo Xia.

  Cao Ying's motorcycle sped by quickly, unexpectedly such a quiet and beautiful girl drove so "fiercely". Fortunately, it was after noon, there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, this journey was swift and safe.

  Peng Yuanzheng tightly encircled Cao Ying's slender and elastic waist, his heart slowly surging with increasingly intense tender feelings. The emotions of past and present lives intertwined together, for a moment he was somewhat overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't help himself.

  It was just a half-hour journey, and before Cao Ying drove the motorcycle into the entrance of Bo Xia Village, Peng Yuanzheng finally came back to his senses. He lightly patted Cao Ying's shoulder, jumped off the car, and said softly, "Cao Ying, wait for me for a while, I'll go take care of something, and come back soon."

  Cao Ying nodded gently, parking the car under the big locust tree at the village entrance. Standing beside the car, she gazed quietly at Peng Yuan's distant back, a faint blush rising to her face.

  Peng Yuanzheng went directly to the Boxia Village Committee. The current village branch secretary of Boxia Village is Sun Dazhuang, the son of the former old branch secretary, who is also his grandfather and grandmother's neighbor.

  The village committee is located in Sun's family.

  As soon as he entered the newly renovated farmhouse of the Sun family, a muddy dog ran out barking, an old man wearing a round-necked T-shirt was carrying a load of pig dung ready to go out, and met Peng Yuanzheng head-on, stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yuanzheng? How do you have time to come back to the village? On holiday?"

  "Third Grandfather! I've graduated from university, come to the village to see Third Grandfather. By the way, Third Grandfather, is my uncle Da Zhuang around?" Peng Yuanzheng composed himself and smiled as he greeted him.

  Lao Feng Zhi Shu ranked third, so Peng Yuan Zheng was called San Ye Ye (Third Grandfather) since he was a child. When he was young, during winter and summer vacations, he would return to his grandparents' home in the village to live, it can be said that Lao Feng Zhi Shu's family watched him grow up.

  Old Feng threw down the manure fork in his hand, pulled up Peng Yuanzheng's hand and walked towards the house, shouting as he walked, "Dazhuang, Yuanzheng is here! Dazhuang's family, hurry up and cut some watermelon for Yuanzheng to relieve the summer heat!"

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  Old Feng didn't press the issue after understanding Peng Yuanzheng's intention. Anyway, it was common knowledge that Peng and his wife were refugees from Jiangnan and outsiders in this village, so there was nothing to hide.

  Lao Feng wrote down the memoirs while Peng Yuanzheng recorded them, detailing the time and circumstances of Peng's family migration to Boxia Village in a written testimony, which was later stamped with the village committee's seal by Feng Dazhuang.

  After sitting idly at Feng's home for a while, Peng Yuanzheng finally stood up and bid farewell.

  Out of the village, Cao Ying didn't ask him anything, but silently got back on the motorcycle and took Peng Yuanzheng further north towards Baiyun Temple Township.

  Cao Ying thought Peng Yuanzheng wanted to come to the countryside ahead of time to take a look at the situation, after all, he was assigned to work in this town. But unexpectedly, Peng Yuanzheng led the way, and the two did not go to the countryside, but instead took a small road into the mountains.

  Baiyun Temple Village got its name because there is a Baiyun Temple at the foot of this mountain. Later, this Baiyun Temple was developed into a tourist attraction, and tourists flocked to it. However, at that time, the valley where the White Cloud Temple was located was very quiet and secluded, with several ancient buildings in the temple being simple and dilapidated, and the low walls were all overgrown with lush green grass. In front of the temple gate, there was no one on the empty playground, only two rows of ancient cypress trees, where countless cicadas were chirping loudly, making people feel annoyed and distracted.

  Peng Yuanzheng stood solemnly in front of the Guanmen, gazing at the profound Guanyuan, maintaining an unusual silence.

  Cao Ying furrowed her brow, she didn't know why Peng Yuanzheng suddenly ran here.

  After a moment, a middle-aged Taoist walked out of the observatory wearing a worn-out Daoist robe and short shirt. He had a shaved head, a kind and refined face, and was not very tall.

  The Taoist priest saw Peng and Yuan Zheng, and was taken aback.

  Peng Yuanzheng let out a long breath, suddenly took a step forward, his hands intersecting in front of his abdomen, palms inward and backs outward, drawing an arc that slid down to his chest. His right hand drew an arc downward and around to the right as he bowed his head, making a Taoist salute. In a loud voice, he said, "Ming Xin Dao Zhang, Yuanzheng has paid his respects!"

  The Taoist was taken aback, and the tall young man in front of him looked very unfamiliar, but he called out his Taoist name in one breath. His courtesy was extremely standard, with a straight body and calm air, as if there was a kind of serene atmosphere floating outside.

  The Taoist hastened to return the courtesy, "I have a gift, may I ask what brings you here, sir?"

  Peng Yuanzheng couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

  Time has turned back to the starting point, but unfortunately, Ming Xin Dao Ren is already a stranger to him. In his previous life, he was bored with his work in the countryside and came to Baiyun Temple every day to learn Tai Chi from Ming Xin Dao Ren, for many years without interruption. The two can be considered as friends who have forgotten their age, and also have a teacher-student relationship.

  Peng Yuanzheng took a step back, suddenly sinking his waist, calming his mind and regulating his breathing. He pushed and pulled, hooked and wrapped, opening and closing in a smooth flow like clouds and water, performing the 108 moves of Tai Chi boxing. He flashed and dodged, jumped and leaped, bursting forth like a fierce dragon crossing the river, while turning gently like a shallow brook singing softly. His advances and retreats were swift and unpredictable, making it impossible to discern his true intentions.

  If at the beginning, Peng Yanzheng's movements were a bit stiff and awkward, but later on, they became smooth and flowing, with a hint of years of hard work inside.

  Ming Xindao people are more and more surprised, not because Peng Yuanzheng's foundation is deep, but because this set of fist method and routine, he is familiar with it to the point where he can't be more familiar.

  Because this set of boxing is his master Ou Shi Daoren's integration of Tai Chi and Xingyiquan, Longquan's essence, after decades of revision, compared to the many schools of Tai Chi that have been passed down to the present day, it has more offensive and practical value. Of course, the difficulty is also greater.

  Ordinary Tai Chi can be mastered in a year, but Wu-style Tai Chi is difficult to grasp without three years of hard work. To achieve perfection, even more time and dedication are required.

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