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After having enough wine and food, everyone chatted for a while, and because they all had things to deal with, they separated. Meng Zitao also rode his bicycle back home.
After arriving home, Meng Zitao couldn't wait to call his parents about the news of missing something again.
Originally, Meng Shuliang and his wife were a little worried about Meng Zitao's resignation, fearing that Meng Zitao would not go well, but now that Meng Zitao has made up his mind, they still support it on the surface. Now that they heard the news, although they were still not too relieved, they no longer had much worries.
The first time was luck, and the second and third times meant that Meng Zitao was still quite good. In this case, what else did they have to worry about?
When he got home, Meng Zitao put away the incense burner and other things. Seeing that nothing happened, he picked up the unknown Tai Chi book and started reading.
As mentioned before, this boxing book is not well preserved, and there are many traces of insect bites, water stains, etc. on the paper. Fortunately, since it is a boxing book, most of it is a drawing of the actions of the characters, so the impact is not that big. big.
Meng Zitao read page after page, and when he saw the last one, he couldn't help but be startled. He saw a few paragraphs of text written on the last few pages, and these texts were actually breathing and breathing methods combined with boxing techniques, which surprised him very much.
There are various theories about Tai Chi on the Internet, some say this and others say that. It is not easy to understand it without the guidance of a famous teacher.
"But it's not that easy to find a famous teacher. Meng Zitao also asked about it. There are masters who practice Tai Chi in Ling City, but if they don't teach you, the tuition alone is expensive.
Meng Zitao couldn¡¯t even pay for his father¡¯s treatment before, so how could he have the money to hire famous teachers? So he simply found videos on the Internet to learn, and waited until he had money to consult famous teachers.
Unexpectedly, today he actually got a manual of ancient Tai Chi, and it also included the art of breathing and breathing.
Meng Zitao believes that the reason why Tai Chi is called internal boxing is because of the accompanying breathing and breathing techniques. But it is not easy for him to obtain the true art of breathing and breathing. Even if he becomes a master, the master will not teach you if he doesn't trust you.
As for those breathing skills on the Internet, Meng Zitao did not dare to practice them. If he lost his breath while practicing, who knew what the consequences would be.
Therefore, this matching breathing technique was very important to Meng Zitao, so he quickly read on, but at the end, he wrinkled his head again.
All this is due to the fact that this boxing book is too old. The key point of the last three sections of the breathing technique is no longer clear.
"Is this lucky or unlucky?"
Meng Zitao is a little depressed, but fortunately, the three-stage breathing technique is divided into three stages: junior high school and high school. Even without the last stage, he can still practice. And he felt that the last part was a bit ridiculous. If you practice it to a great level, you can fly over walls and pick leaves and flowers, and you can break gold and stone with just one finger. For those who didn¡¯t know, I thought it was a martial arts novel.
However, Meng Zitao thought for a while, since he even had superpowers and practiced to perfection, he might actually be able to achieve the situation described in the book. But then again, so what, in today's society, isn't it better to be killed instantly by a bullet?
Thinking like this, Meng Zitao no longer struggled with not seeing the third paragraph clearly.
Early the next morning, after Meng Zitao got ready, he went to the antique street where the meeting place was.
Arriving at the Antique Street, Meng Zitao parked his bicycle and saw Lao Liu waiting at the entrance of the Antique Street from a distance. He quickly greeted him and started chatting.
After a while, Cheng Qiheng and Wang Menghan also came over, and Cheng Qiheng asked: "Lao Liu, who else is there today?"
Lao Liu said: "I also informed Li Qiaosheng that this guy is really an ink stain. Let's wait for a while. If he doesn't come again, we will set off."
Meng Zitao also had some impressions of Li Qiaosheng. This man was Lao Liu's regular customer, but he was a bit stingy when buying things. He didn't know why Lao Liu called him.
After two or three minutes, everyone saw a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, black-rimmed glasses, and a sharp mouth running over, panting. It was Li Qiaosheng whom Lao Liu mentioned.
"Sorry, I'm late." Li Qiaosheng gasped and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his face.
Lao Liu waved his hand and said: "Okay, it's getting late, let's set off"
After saying that, the group of five people came to the parking lot and got into a black Volkswagen.
This is Cheng Qiheng¡¯s car, and of course he must be the driver. Wang Menghan is sitting in the passenger seat, while Meng Zitao and the other three men are sitting in the car.! "
Just when Meng Zitao was muttering in his heart, Uncle Cao stood up and said, "Let's go and take a look at my things. As long as the price is right, you can take them away to avoid being worried about by that bastard."
At this time, an aunt in her fifties came in carrying a vegetable basket. After asking about it, she found out that she was the servant hired by Uncle Cao.
"Uncle Cao is rich, but his eyesight is not good, so it would be abnormal not to hire a servant. Meng Zitao thought it was a little strange just now, but it turned out that he was going to buy vegetables.
The group of people followed Uncle Cao to the next room, opened the door, and saw that the inside was spotless. It looked like it had been cleaned frequently, which showed that Uncle Cao was indeed a person who loved antiques.
Meng Zitao saw a look of sadness on Uncle Cao's face, and felt that if it weren't for his son being such a bastard, maybe Uncle Cao would never sell these things until he died. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com