1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 27 Mr. Qigong Practices Qigong

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun gradually set in the west.

The light also turned dim, falling obliquely on the ground, leaving behind the shadows of trees swaying in the wind.

The room was quiet, with only the rustling of pages turning and the sound of pens scratching on paper.

Mother Xu Yuxiu was once bitten by a snake and became afraid of ropes for ten years, so she bought a small two-seater wooden sofa near the window, spending several dozen dollars.

The little girl Zhan Xinyu brought a small table and did her homework on it.

Zhao Ruixue was holding a book and reading it with a pen in her hand, taking notes and making excerpts. From time to time, her eyes would glance at Cheng Kaiyan's profile and see that he was writing furiously, as if he was monographing something.

"So serious, are you writing an article again?"

Zhao Ruixue didn't know how to describe it. She always felt that he seemed more charming and attractive in this situation.

Especially when the sunlight falls on his fair face.

……

Cheng Kaiyan had no idea of ​​the girl's charming thoughts. He was thinking so much about the plot that his scalp ached.

Knowing that it was so difficult to write, he just copied from a random novel!
Looking up, it was already half past four, so Cheng Kaiyan simply stopped writing.

He stood up and gulped down a mouthful of tea. He tasted the tea leaves and spat them out with a "Puh".

"Let's go, I'm going out."

He shouted casually to the two of them.

The school is on holiday these days and there are many activities.

The nearby Beijing Film Studio sent a projection team to show movies to the students and teachers in the large square in front of the library.

Although Cheng Kaiyan was a temporary teaching assistant, she still got a few tickets.

After a few people discussed it, he took the little girl with him, and Zhao Ruixue, who was already a student, the three of them went together.

So the two girls sat in the room for the whole afternoon.

He got on the newly bought Forever bicycle with the little girl on the back seat, while Zhao Ruixue rode the one that belonged to the Zhan family.

Three people in two cars shuttled through the streets and alleys of Beijing, and in less than half an hour, they arrived at Beijing Normal University.

The library square was particularly lively. A huge silver-black screen was set up in front of the statue, and several staff members from the Beijing Film Studio were adjusting the projector and audio equipment.

Rows of chairs and benches were placed side by side. Cheng Kaiyan and the other two brought their own benches, which were small benches made of nailed wood. They were rough and sturdy and fit perfectly in the basket.

There were so many people there. More than half of the students from Beijing Normal University came, and even the teachers came with their families.

"Hey! Teacher Cheng!"

The sharp-eyed Ji Qinglan spotted Cheng Kaiyan, who was a head taller than everyone else, in the crowd.

"Student Ji Qinglan."

Three people from the dormitory came together.

"Teacher Xiao Cheng is the easiest to find. With a height of over 1.8 meters, he stands out among our group of people like a crane among chickens." Ji Qinglan joked.

Several girls nodded quickly, saying that what he said was absolutely right, and looked at Cheng Kaiyan with a bit of admiration in their eyes.

Ever since that New Year's Day, when Zhao Ruixue revealed to Ji Qinglan that the novel in children's literature was written by Cheng Kaiyan, an assistant teacher with only a high school degree.

Everyone's attitude towards Cheng Kaiyan immediately changed, and they immediately showed respect for the teacher.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart that Zhao Ruixue had a sharp eye. How could she see such a potential stock?
Although it is just children's literature, it is not something that ordinary people can do!
It's already very impressive. Compared with Teacher Xiao Cheng, that damn Song Jianchun is not worth mentioning.

For this reason, Yang Mengshan and Ji Qinglan looked a little embarrassed when they saw Zhao Ruixue and Cheng Kaiyan. After all, they had said in front of Zhao Ruixue before that Cheng Kaiyan's talent was not as good as Song Jianchun's.

Fortunately, Cheng Kaiyan didn’t know.

This made several people feel relieved, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

"Hey, hey, hey! We are all girls here. Teacher Cheng, don't you feel uncomfortable sitting in the middle as a boy?"

The carefree Yang Mengshan sat on a stool, stretched out her legs, patted Cheng Kaiyan's shoulder without any shyness, and said loudly.

"How come you are female fairies? Can you eat me?" Cheng Kaiyan joked very calmly.

"Bah! You're a genius fairy!"

Everyone rolled their eyes and scolded, then pulled the little girl Zhan Xinyu away to chat.

Cheng Kaiyan didn't stay long and let them look at the stool.

Since the movie hasn't started yet, I went to the nearby playground to start running and exercising. Speaking of which, although I can feel my body growing every day since my rebirth, I haven't exercised much.

University playgrounds in the 1970s and 1980s were generally plain, with relatively simple facilities, mostly sandy or concrete floors.

The Normal University playground is an exception. This campus was newly built in the 1950s and the facilities are relatively new. Although the playground does not have a plastic track, it is also covered with grass.

A group of boys were playing football on the playground. Cheng Kaiyan watched while running a few laps. When she felt her body getting hot, she stopped to rest for a while.

Then I saw in the corner a round-faced old man in a white training suit stretching his head and shaking his legs, then bending his waist and stretching his arms, his movements made strange shapes, like a fat monkey.

Cheng Kaiyan asked curiously, "What are you doing, old man?"

"This is Qigong! Have you never seen it before? Let me open your eyes."

The old man raised his chin proudly, then stood with his legs apart, concentrated his energy on his dantian, put his hands on his hips, and leaned back, wanting to show him the qigong he was talking about.

Cheng Kaiyan blinked and said nothing.

As expected, an accident happened. There was a slight clicking sound, and the old man immediately covered his waist and wailed softly.

"Ouch~ Ouch~ My waist!"

"It's about luck. You haven't practiced it properly. The waist is the axis, and the body is the driving force. Rotate left and right, and the Qi will flow freely. There is no difficulty in bending down. This Qi is like a tendon, involving the whole body... You haven't even started yet."

Cheng Kaiyan stroked his chin and commented calmly.

"You little brat! Help me up!"

When the old man heard this, his face darkened and he shouted quickly.

"Here it comes. No wonder you can't cultivate well. You don't even have this little concentration."

"I want to see how capable you are. If you have the guts, come and do it."

"Look."

Cheng Kaiyan calmly performed a set of Master Ma's Hunyuan Tai Chi Xingyiquan.

While doing it, say:

"Look! This is the first of the five consecutive whips of Pine Cone Phlegm Lightning. The second whip..."

The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, with a harmonious combination of hardness and softness.

The old man's eyes were wide open. How could he know any qigong? He was just practicing blindly. He might have fooled others, but he almost fooled himself. Didn't he just sprain his waist?

"Great, great! That's awesome! Little Master! This, this... can I learn from you?"

The old man's eyes lit up and he came over to ask about my well-being.

Cheng Kaiyan looked him up and down, but didn't dare to teach him anything. She pretended to be mysterious and said:

"To be honest, sir, I am Ma Baoguo, the 2020th generation head of Hunyuan Taiji Xingyiquan. I came to Beijing to participate in the Forbidden City Martial Arts Competition! As the saying goes, Taoism should not be taken lightly."

Hearing this, the old man nodded quickly: "Teacher Xiao Ma is right, the Dharma should not be passed on lightly. I didn't expect that you are already the head of a sect at such a young age. You are really amazing!"

"There was a strongman from Ying country who weighed several hundred kilograms. He was practicing in the gym. He said that his cervical vertebra was damaged. He asked me, Teacher Ma, if I could teach him the Hunyuan Gong method to help treat his cervical vertebra. I said no, because people with insufficient comprehension cannot learn it.

He was not convinced, saying that young people have no martial ethics! He said he wanted to practice with me. I told him to use his two hands to break one of my fingers, but he couldn't do it. I said that traditional kung fu is about transforming the power, connecting and transforming the power, and using a little force to move a lot. Even a 200-kilogram strongman from Ying couldn't break one of my fingers..."

Cheng Kaiyan put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a proud look on his face.

"Even the strongman of Ying country can't lift 200 kilograms... Can Mr. Ma teach me the Hunyuan Gong method?"

Old man Qi Gong quickly took a look at Cheng Kaiyan's 1.80-meter-tall figure and the air of prestige he displayed, and immediately believed it to the point of 70%.

Cheng Kaiyan smiled without saying anything, patted the old man on the shoulder three times, and turned and left.

Mr. Qi Gong pondered for a while, "Do you want me to come back in the middle of the night?"

……

The movie being shown tonight is an old one from Japan.

"Yamamoto Isoroku".

The film was introduced into China in 71. At that time, the leading bodies of various provinces and cities arranged for viewing of the film. Only middle-level cadres and above could watch the film with a movie ticket. It was said that after watching the film, they would attend a meeting to criticize it.

Now students and teachers don’t need to write anything critical, but I guess many people will write some thoughts.

It was already nine o'clock when we finished the movie.

The three of them rode their bikes to use electric batons, chattering about the plot of a movie, then rode home in the dark, quickly washed up and went to bed.

(End of this chapter)