Ding Ergou's Arbitrary Life

Taoist Yizhuo said that he would let Ding Changsheng choose his own, so he was embarrassed to come in and watch. He drank the wild camellia brought by Ding Changsheng outside the door, but he did not come out for a second time. Taoist Yizhuo was a little worried, so he went into the room and found that Ding Changsheng was sitting on the ground asleep leaning on his chair.

"Hello, Secretary Ding, Secretary Ding. It's cool on the ground. Get up and go to bed.". A turbid Taoist priest gently pushed Ding Changsheng and said.

"Well, how did I fall asleep?" Ding Changsheng opened his eyes and saw that a turbid Taoist priest was looking at himself like an old immortal.

"Can you find what you want to learn?" A turbid Taoist said with a smile.

"Well, I'll learn it when I find it. It's easy to learn.". Ding Changsheng handed a book to Daoist Yizhuo.

A turbid Taoist priest took a look at it and almost fainted. It turned out that this was a book about the thirteen forms of Tai Chi. He didn't know how many years this book had been. Anyway, it was left by his master. These are the treasures of Taoism.

However, although I study martial arts, I still use that sentence to keep fit. I have practiced according to the pictures in this book. To tell you the truth, although the thirteen forms of Taiji are easy to learn, if you practice them well, it will not be a day and night.

"Taoist priest, how long will it take me to practice Kung Fu in this book?"

All morning, you. A turbid Taoist said casually.

"A morning, so simple?"

"Secretary Ding, to be honest, if you practice this kind of frame, you will have no problem in one morning, but if you can practice the actual combat as you said, it will not take ten years or eight years, it will be impossible.".

"Ah, for such a long time, I will be in my thirties by then. This can be used for actual combat. This time is too long.". Ding Changsheng was disappointed.

A turbid Taoist turned his eyes and said: "of course, it's not necessarily. There are many strange things in the world. Maybe Secretary Ding is just a genius to practice this Kung Fu. And there is no harm in practicing this Kung Fu. Even if it can't be used in actual combat for a while, it's also good for self-cultivation.". A turbid Taoist priest was afraid that he would go in and rummage his things again, so he said.

Everyone likes to listen to good words. Ding Changsheng is also a human being. He knows that this is a turbid Taoist, but he is very happy to ask him how to practice these thirteen moves.

Yizhuo Taoist priest is also in line with the principle that more is better than less. So they practiced in the guest hall. In less than an hour, Ding Changsheng had learned almost everything. Daoist Yizhuo praised Ding Changsheng as a martial arts material. In fact, he was an ordinary person. He would have learned Taijiquan completely.

After a turbid Taoist priest taught Ding Changsheng the basic moves, he threw the book to Ding Changsheng, and then he went to sleep step by step. Only Ding Changsheng was left to perform in the guest hall.

Ding Changsheng was a man who knew exactly what he had done. Since he had the opportunity to ask his master for advice, he kept a tight schedule. Until dawn the next day, Yizhuo Taoist priest got up to do his morning class. Unexpectedly, he saw Ding Changsheng practicing the thirteen patterns he had taught him last night in the morning light, and he also went back to the tree to read books from time to time. This was a bit of a read I don't understand. This guy is really not on the spur of the moment. It seems that he has a little persistent determination. Moreover, he has been practicing very well from last night's fancy to now.

The Spring Festival is a time for people to rest, but it is also a time for people to move closer to each other. So officials are no exception. When Ding Changsheng took a cold bath in front of a muddy Taoist priest's door, his phone rang.

Although he felt a little tired after a night's practice, he felt that his muscles and bones were much more flexible, and in the constant practice over and over again, he was also thinking about which and how to use to better attack the enemy, which is the original intention of learning this thing.

Hello, what can I do for the Chinese new year? Hello, Lao Ke. Ding Changsheng made a phone call while wiping his head with a towel.

"Where have you been? It's the second year of junior high school. If you're OK, come to Baishan. If we get together, we'll send you.".

"Oh, it's OK not to go. I'm busy here.".

"You are so busy. The boss didn't go to work on the second day of the new year's day. You can't see you when you're busy. You'd better come and meet the brothers for a long time. It's better to participate in this kind of activity. Maybe it can be used one day. You know what I mean?"

"OK, OK, I'll be there later. You can send me the address.".

Ke Zihua is right. You can't make a few friends when you're wandering in the world. What's more, it's even more true in the officialdom where people kill without seeing blood. Sometimes, one more information can determine a person's future, and this information is given by those people who have made good friends. So it's true that many friends, many roads, many enemies and many walls are true.

"Taoist priest, I have taken this book with me. I have returned the comic book to you. You can keep it for yourself.". A turbid Taoist priest is in the house. Ding Changsheng picks up his clothes and walks down the mountain. While walking, he calls Du shankui and asks him to come and pick him up.When Taoist Yizhuo went out to see him off, he had already run away. Yizhuo went back to the house with a sigh. The grandmaster left less and less things. This time, the boy walked one more thing. But he thought again, what's the use of staying here? He hasn't seen it for more than 30 years. If Ding Changsheng hadn't found it out, he might have forgotten that there was Ben this thing.

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