The best perspective expert

Chapter 75 The Genius

Han Zhenyang didn't notice the change in Grandpa Sun's expression, and was still concentrating on practicing the routine.

It took him only two days to learn all of this routine. After all, this thing is a bit complicated. It looks similar to gymnastics. In fact, the requirements for details are hundreds of times higher than gymnastics. When he was learning, he was beaten by Wang Xiaoyao. Wang Xiaoyao said that she was also smoked when she was studying.

But no matter how difficult it is, Han Zhenyang can't help it. In the perspective mode, no matter how complicated the movements are, he can analyze them clearly, and then copy them to himself step by step. After practicing a few times, one movement will be learned. It is the fluency and naturalness of the moves and the instinctive reactions accumulated over the years.

If you practice kung fu into instinct, this kung fu will be your upper body.

Naturally, he has not reached that level, but he is considered proficient, and his control of details is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.Wang Xiaoyao couldn't see it, but Mr. Sun was an old boxer for many years. After watching a few moves, he found something abnormal. He stared at every movement of Han Zhenyang solemnly, and he couldn't bear to blink.After one round was over, Han Zhenyang was asked to practice again. After three times in a row, he called to stop.

Looking at the dazed Han Zhenyang, the old man suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked, "How long have you been practicing this set?"

"Uh, less than a week, I just met Xiaoyao seven days ago, and only then did I learn this style."

"Never touched Tai Chi before?"

"No."

"Genius, genius, hahaha, a genius sent to the door by God!" The old man laughed loudly, and grabbed Han Zhenyang's palm, "Learn boxing from me, and be my closed disciple."

Fuck, old man, have you finally discovered the fact that I am a genius?
Han Zhenyang was both surprised and happy, but he rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I'm not interested in fighting, I just want to learn sculpture."

"Learning to carve is just a knack for prostitution, a waste of energy," the old man scolded.

"No, I just like carving, and I don't learn anything except carving," Han Zhenyang said, poking his neck.

"You, you, you," the old man said impatiently, "you are committing a crime by wasting your talent, do you know? Do you know what kind of martial arts genius you are? Learn martial arts from me, I promise, you are the next Yang Invincible."

Han Zhenyang's heart was filled with happiness, but he still looked unhappy, "What's so great about Yang Wudi, I just like to sculpt, and I like to waste my talent, what's wrong?"

"You, why are you willing to practice martial arts with me?" The old man jumped his feet angrily.

Han Zhenyang was waiting for this sentence, and said with a beaming smile, "Teach me to carve, and I will learn martial arts from you."

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

"Okay, I'll teach you everything, as long as you practice martial arts well, I'll teach you all my miscellaneous knowledge," the old man nodded fiercely, and then pulled Han Zhenyang to point out his routines.

Not to mention, an old boxer is an old boxer, no matter it is theoretical knowledge or actual combat experience, Wang Xiaoyao's girl can't compare, Han Zhenyang was stunned as soon as she opened her mouth, and Han Zhenyang benefited a lot from a few words. To shout admiration is to kneel down and sing conquest.

As the conversation deepened, Han Zhenyang discovered that the old man was not a mere boxer or jade carving master, but a knowledgeable master of Chinese culture, with profound attainments in literature, calligraphy, opera, architecture, sculpture, fine arts, religion and other fields No matter in the past or in the present, they are all Gu Yuxiu's existence. I really don't know how he is willing to hide in this small valley and live in seclusion.

There must be stories.

But Han Zhenyang was not willing to go to the bottom to find out the details of the older generation, so he didn't ask too much, but concentrated on practicing boxing and learning carving.

Han Zhenyang was shocked by Mr. Sun's erudition and talent, but he didn't know that Mr. Sun was also excited by his genius.

Grandpa Sun has always claimed to be a genius. Although he dare not say that he is one of the best smart people in the world, he also feels that he is no worse than anyone else. It can be seen that after seeing Han Zhenyang's learning ability, he has been completely convinced. I don't know how many times he scolded in his heart " freak".While cursing the freak, he excitedly taught him everything.

This is a real teaching of everything, what to teach, what to teach, from martial arts to sculpture, from calligraphy and painting to religious opera, I wish I could give Han Zhenyang all the brains, and see where Han Zhenyang's limit is.

But in the end, he found helplessly that even if he gave him all he could, he still didn't see Han Zhenyang's limit.Han Zhenyang is like an unfathomable lake, no matter how many stones are thrown into it, it will be useless, at most it will splash a few waters, and it will soon calm down as before.

This discovery made the old man both surprised and happy, satisfied and regretful. What he was satisfied with was that he could receive such a gifted apprentice in his later years; unfortunately, he found that he didn't have much to teach. He thought he was quite knowledgeable. But teaching and teaching, suddenly found that there is nothing to teach, this feeling is really regrettable.

The old man even regretted a little, regretting why he didn't learn more when he was young, so that he could teach Han Zhenyang more skills.

Fast forward to another week, and Han Zhenyang had a busy and fulfilling life this week. It felt like he was back in the third year of high school. He was studying all day long, and he couldn't hold anything other than studying in his mind.It's the same with him now, his mind is full of what Old Master Sun taught him, let's not talk about it if he understands it, anyway, he has memorized it all, the kind of rote memorization.

With his abnormal memory, he is not afraid of forgetting, but he is a little tired. With his abnormal mental and physical strength, he feels a little tired. You can imagine how many things the old man has taught. It is really forced into his head. Hard pouring, he felt that he was almost bursting.

Fortunately, I have gained a lot. In addition to a deeper understanding of Taijiquan and learned more routines and moves, I also started to get started in carving. I tried to carve a few small objects with wood. The deep old man praised: " Not bad, not bad, really good, not very skilled in technology, but on the right path, in terms of conception and image shaping, I have learned the art of carving, if you stick to it, you will become a master, let’s put it this way, you already have what it takes to become a The necessary qualities of a master sculptor, now it depends on whether you are diligent enough."

"According to young people, master carving is composed of hardware and software. Your software level has barely reached the level of a master; but the hardware is only an entry-level level, so what you have to do now is to practice and do a lot of work. Practice to improve your sculpting proficiency, and at the same time pay attention to the accumulation of life, once the fire is ready, breakthroughs will come naturally."

Han Zhenyang was overjoyed and bowed to the old man, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."

"Oh, my master is a little unqualified. I have only taught you for a week and I have nothing to teach you. I am ashamed, ashamed," the old man twisted his beard and sighed, but his eyes were full of relief. Can such an apprentice not be pleased?
At this moment, someone opened the door and came in, "Old Sun, I heard that you have taken in an apprentice? Do you want to compete?"

(End of this chapter)