Travel through the heavens

After breakfast, inside the clinic.

Fang Muye stood behind the counter, explaining the name of each medicine, its effects and its price one by one.

Lin Xiaowan followed him with a small notebook and a pen, nodding in response and writing down something from time to time.

This Daoning Clinic mainly performs double eyelid and circumcision surgeries, and the variety of Chinese and Western medicines they sell is not very wide, so it didn't take long to finish talking about them all.

After a pause, Fang Muye said, "I have something to go out for. You take care of the store. If you are undecided, go to the backyard and ask Yuzhen."

Lin Xiaowan held the small notebook in front of her chest and nodded in response, "Okay, Boss, don't worry."

Fang Muye said "hmm" and walked out of the clinic with his hands behind his back.

After leisurely strolling around the area, Fang Muye finally saw the destination of this trip, Changming Temple.

There is a couplet hanging on both sides of the gate, with bold and simple characters, which reads: The thousand-year-old ancestral temple is worshipped with incense, and immortals live in the white clouds on all sides.

Although the meaning is good, the incense in the temple is obviously not very popular and there are not many pilgrims.

Fang Muye slowly walked into the temple gate, passed through the front hall, and arrived at the backyard, where he finally saw a figure.

He was a thin Taoist priest wearing an old and faded Taoist robe. He was holding a broom and carefully sweeping the fallen leaves under a tree.

When Fang Muye saw him from afar, he recognized that he was Zhou Xiyu whom he was looking for.

Fang Muye walked closer and said to Zhou Xiyu, who had his back to him, "The fallen leaves on the ground are like the troubles in the world. They can never be swept away. Even if they are cleared now, they will fall again in a short time."

Zhou Xiyu was touched when he heard this. He turned around, put the broom close to his side, bowed, and said, "This layman, I am honored."

Fang Muye gave a standard bow in return, saying, "Brother Daoist, I am honored."

Seeing Zhou Xiyu's puzzlement at his address, Fang Muye explained, "I used to practice Taoism at Ziyun Pavilion in Cuihua Mountain."

Zhou Xiyu nodded, and continued Fang Muye's initial words in a calm voice, saying slowly: "What Daoyou just said makes a lot of sense. Leaves will always fall, but it doesn't matter. If you can't sweep them all, just sweep them slowly. As you sweep, you will gradually gain patience."

Fang Muye smiled gently: "So what you are sweeping up is not the fallen leaves, but your own heart. If you see more fallen leaves, you will also be able to see the withering of all things, and understand compassion in your heart. Cultivate your mind, cultivate the Tao, and you have a broad mind, you are really a master!"

Zhou Xiyu was suddenly shocked, and his eyes became deeper and brighter, because what Fang Muye said coincided with his own.

After Zhou Xiyu was forced to leave the Peng family, he wandered around the world, fought on the battlefield, and hid in the mountains. Over the past ten years, he experienced the ups and downs of life and understood the life and death of human beings.

After realizing the true meaning of the monkey-fighting technique, he parted ways with Boss Cha, went down the mountain and lived in seclusion in the Changming Temple. He spent many years sweeping fallen leaves and cultivating his mind before he had this realization.

Now that Fang Muye had spoken out this so easily, he immediately felt the joy of meeting a soulmate, and bowed solemnly again: "Daoyou, who can say this, must be a person with a broad mind."

Fang Muye returned the greeting, smiled, and deliberately said, "It is a great honor to meet you here, Brother Dao. My name is Cui Daoning, may I ask your name?"

Zhou Xiyu smiled and replied, "My secular name is Zhou Xiyu."

"Oh? I remember that there was a talented disciple named Zhou Xiyu under Mr. Peng of Peng family Tai Chi school. Do you know him, brother?" Fang Muye asked in surprise.

Zhou Xiyu looked a little lonely, as if he was thinking of the past, but he did not hide it: "It was me." Then he asked: "Fellow Daoist, have you heard of me?"

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Actually, I am also a martial artist, and I just happen to learn Tai Chi."

Zhou Xiyu was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Daoyou is also a Tai Chi disciple."

Fang Muye clasped his fists and said, "That's right, I still want your guidance, Brother Dao!"

After saying that, he walked to the open space under the tree, opened his boxing stance, and started practicing on his own.

"Wild Horse Spreads Its Mane", "White Crane Spreads Its Wings", "Grasping the Sparrow's Tail", "Twin Peaks Piercing the Ears"...

Fang Muye performed all the moves of Tai Chi. His stance was relaxed and generous, his body was upright, his movements were smooth, his strength was both hard and soft, and he performed it in one go, just like boating on the lake, light and calm at the same time.

As his fists exerted force, air flow surged around Fang Muye, forming a circular vortex. The fallen leaves on the ground spun along with them, and some even flew into the air. When he retracted his fist and held it still, the fallen leaves also stopped, forming a circle with a diameter of three meters, with Fang Muye at the center of the circle.

Zhou Xiyu's eyes sparkled as he praised, "You walk like a cat, move like drawing silk, and practice at an even speed. You have mastered the essence of Yang Style Tai Chi."

Fang Muye laughed: "Brother, you are too kind. May I see you perform Peng family Tai Chi?"

Zhou Xiyu readily agreed: "Then I will make a fool of myself."

Zhou Xiyu's expression suddenly straightened up, he held his head high, tucked his chest in, pulled his back straight, lowered his shoulders and dropped his elbows, and his body was ready to burst out with five bows. If a strong enemy came at this moment, he could suddenly release his internal energy and defeat the enemy in the blink of an eye.

And when he officially performed his moves, his boxing was like flowing clouds and running water, loose and natural, with a needle hidden in cotton in both movement and stillness, containing both hardness and softness.

Zhou Xiyu's fist created wave after wave of air, spiraling and continuous. The fallen leaves on the ground were lifted up and flew around him in the air.

When Zhou Xiyu finished his training and stood up, the flying leaves fell down one after another and formed a Tai Chi diagram on the ground.

Fang Muye was concentrating the whole time. After Zhou Xiyu performed the Peng family Tai Chi once, he remembered everything.

Judging from the boxing techniques alone, the two sets of boxing belong to the same Tai Chi, and there is no superiority or inferiority, just different schools. They have a heritage relationship, but also have their own characteristics.

But if we look at the power, the difference is obvious.

Fang Muye clapped his hands and praised: "Peng family Tai Chi is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

After a pause, he continued, "Although there are many schools of Tai Chi, and they are flourishing, they all come from the same source. Why is it that when Brother Dao performs his boxing, the power is so much stronger?"

Zhou Xiyu frowned and asked in confusion, "This is also what I don't understand. When you were performing boxing just now, I didn't sense the energy in your body. I would like to ask, have you not cultivated internal energy?"

Fang Muye was delighted. After spending so much time and effort, he finally got to the key point.

He sighed and said helplessly: "My master only taught me boxing, but didn't teach me the method of practicing qigong."

Zhou Xiyu suddenly realized: "Oh, that's no wonder."

Then he gave a heartfelt compliment: "However, Daoist friend, you have cultivated a perfect internal strength that combines hardness and softness with just boxing. You are truly a martial arts genius."