Qin Guan decided to use a set of Tai Chi, which Mou Xiaoliu had taught him when she was bored. It was the most popular martial art in China.
Qin Guan was not bragging, but he had won the hearts of many old men and women in the morning exercise parks in New York.
It was because Taiji Fist was too elegant and full of the charm of life, and Taiji Fist for performance was even more beautiful.
His movements were neat, natural and handsome, which made people yearn for it.
Making up his mind, Qin Guan took off his heavy coat and started to warm up in the open yard in the cold winter.
When his body warmed up a little, Qin Guan stood in the center of the yard in a simple sweater under everyone's gaze.
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Standing in the open yard, Qin Guan didn't wear a loose robe, but he was in high spirits. The center of the yard became quiet because of his quiet movements.
Qin Guan took a horse stance, raised his hands, and extended his palms, slowly moving from top to bottom.
Every movement was smooth and smooth, like floating clouds and flowing water. It was like a Tai Chi Eight Diagrams, unfolding slowly in front of everyone's eyes.
There was strength in every pause and every step. Every stretch and relaxation was smooth and smooth.
As everyone knew, China's martial arts were divided into internal martial arts, which focused on Qi, and external martial arts, which focused on strength.
The representative of internal martial arts was unknown in ancient times, but in modern times, it was Tai Chi.
The Yin-Yang philosophy of Tai Chi included movement and stillness, fast and slow.
Qin Guan's martial arts contained movement and stillness, and fast and slow.
Everyone thought that Tai Chi was the sum of the two energies.
Qin Guan's movements were perfect and flexible. His powerful waist and abdomen allowed him to use his waist as an axis. His whole body formed a coherent, coordinated, and clear distinction between what was real and what was fake.
Although the audience had never practiced this set of fist techniques before, they could naturally see the meticulous and brilliant performance of the people in the arena because they had practiced martial arts.
Master Guolin became more and more solemn as he watched Qin Guan's performance.
Regardless of whether it was a martial arts routine or a practical demonstration, as long as it was exciting, it was worthy of his highest respect as a fellow martial artist.
When Qin Guan finished the whole set of Tai Chi moves, the students outside the arena cheered and exclaimed in surprise.
"Friend! This set of fist technique is really beautiful! "
"It's a pity it's a little soft. I still prefer Shaolin's Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger Fist …"
"Haha, with your level, you can only learn the Long Fist. You want to learn something more profound? Are you dreaming? "
The atmosphere of a martial arts competition was simple. Master Guolin approved of Qin Guan's all-out punching skills.
Things were much simpler after that. Qin Guan handed over the gift before he left, officially completing his first mission.
He turned around and left in a relaxed manner. However, he did not know that in the small temple behind him, because of his departure, an all-out fight was staged.
"Master! Please bring me along when you perform! "
"Master, I was the first to come to our monastery to study!"
"Master, I'm the most sincere. Elder and Second Brother eat meat when they have nothing to do..."
"Brat, take this! Once I beat all of you down, no one will be able to compete with me …"
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
Master Guolin's punches...
"Amitabha, my cultivation is not good enough. I need to meditate and nourish my mind. Just stay here!"
Unaware of the commotion behind him, Qin Guan, who was driving on another side road, sighed at the Chinese infiltration in New York.
As the most distinctive landmark of Chinatown, the first was the restaurant, and the second was the martial arts school.
As Chinese who had left their hometown, sending their children to the martial arts centers was a way of expressing their longing for their hometown.
Therefore, those masters with real skills had firmly established their footholds in this foreign land.
Eight Trigram Palm, Xingyi Boxing, knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks... 18 kinds of martial arts formed a small group there.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan and Xu Xiaoxiao finished their discussion in the Incense Hall of the martial arts center.
When he staggered out from inside, he didn't forget to look at the big sun above his head. Why did it feel so unreal just now?
The masters felt like they had gone back in time to decades ago. Qin Guan had been surrounded by Broadsword, sitting on a horse and sitting on a square chair. The scene was still vivid in their minds.
If it weren't for his strong resistance to pressure and his incomparably strong mentality, he would have been crushed to the ground by the imposing aura of this group of teachers the moment he stepped through the door.
What happened to the detailed discussion between the families? Why are they all here?
Those who didn't know would think it was a New York version of the Martial Arts Society Conference.
Qin Guan couldn't help but laugh at the thought. Thanks to his ability to bluff, after talking about the importance of cooperation between the police and the people and the future of martial arts in China, those honest martial artists had taken him as their confidantes.
It was as if a door had been opened to them, allowing them to see another possible development of martial arts abroad.
Therefore, all the masters in the martial arts club regarded Qin Guan as their guiding light. They patted their chests and told Qin Guan not to worry and that they could take care of everything.
He looked at Xu Xiaoxiao, who was excited by the bravery of the young man. He asked, "You know Chinatown better than I do. Do you think they are reliable?"
Xu followed Qin Guan confidently. "Don't worry. They have been working here for many years.
What you need them to do is not complicated. You just need to choose some young and strong people to act as background actors.
"All of them must be real talents. They won't give you a weakling to make up the numbers."
"Besides, if he didn't have the ability to use electricity, how could he have stood on the streets of New York?"
Finally, Qin Guan felt at ease. The New Year's Gala of the National Police Union was coming soon.
Then they would see who was the real deal.
At the end of December 2003, the most important moment for all the NYPD officers and Captain Henry arrived. The finale of the New Year's party was held in the auditorium prepared by the NYPD.
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