Chapter 12

The woman, dressed in a purple tracksuit, with her long hair tied up high, had an oval face, delicate features, and skin as fair as snow. She looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old. She looked beautiful while practicing her boxing, and when she stopped, her posture was even more upright, making anyone who saw her feel a sense of inadequacy. She was truly a beauty.

"Uncle Feng, Uncle Chen, what are you...?"

The girl nodded slightly at the two elderly men and asked.

"Shh! Xiaoyue, take a look."

Old Chen pointed at Ding Ning and said no more.

Only then did Xiaoyue notice Ding Ning. At first, she didn't react much, but as she watched, the surprise in her beautiful eyes grew increasingly intense.

Ding Ning noticed that a few people were watching him, but he didn't care. After the warm-up, he was about to practice the fast version of Tai Chi, and he had no time to pay attention to others.

As Ding Ning's movements sped up, the surprise on the faces of the few people grew even more.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Ding Ning's wrists flicked, sometimes he would sink into a horse stance, and other times he would step forward with a cross-step. His hands moved like butterflies weaving through flowers, and the wind seemed to follow as his clothes fluttered.

Smooth! Continuous! Natural!

The more Ding Ning practiced, the better he felt. When he raised his hands, it was like a storm was about to break, and when he swung his arms, it was as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city!

Ding Ning was only at the first level of Qi induction, and his realm was still low. This time, while practicing the fast version of Tai Chi, the primordial energy within his body began to overflow uncontrollably.

The primordial energy around him was also influenced by Ding Ning's own aura and began to change, gradually gathering around him.

The people around, of course, couldn't sense the changes in the primordial energy, but they could feel that Ding Ning's boxing not only looked good but also seemed very powerful.

Ding Ning forgot about the primordial energy and felt increasingly excited as he practiced. His breathing became more intense as his movements grew larger.

"Swish!"

A leaf on a tree branch couldn't withstand the pull of his aura and fell from the branch.

The second leaf... the third leaf...

It was summer, and the green leaves should not have fallen, but under the influence of Ding Ning's aura, more and more leaves began to fall from the branches. Over ten leaves had already fallen, and they didn't immediately land but instead swirled around Ding Ning as he moved.

The old man surnamed Chen's mouth was already agape, and he stared in shock.

Old Secretary Feng, who prided himself on his extensive knowledge, was also stunned. He had never seen such a scene where boxing could make leaves dance.

The beautiful girl named Xiaoyue was also shocked, covering her small mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.

She understood best how difficult what Ding Ning was doing was. This was no longer just about techniques; it likely involved qigong.

She had seen qigong masters before, but most of them were just showmen, at best making the water in a cup disappear, like a magic trick. She had never seen such a miraculous sight.

Ding Ning was still immersed in the comfortable feeling of the primordial energy swirling around him. He tried to absorb the energy into his body to replenish the energy he had used the previous night while writing talismans.

From the outside, it looked as if he was kneading an invisible ball, and the primordial energy around him was being drawn to his palms.

Invisible currents of air, like tornadoes, rose from the ground, swirling around Ding Ning. The leaves on the ground flew up, circling around him, and began to gather at the source of the airflow, which was the palms of Ding Ning's hands.

Xiaoyue's long hair, tied up high, was suddenly blown open, flowing smoothly in the wind.

The sudden change finally made the woman unable to hold back a cry of surprise.

Ding Ning heard the woman's cry, and his heart stirred. His movements slowed down.

After this intense session of boxing, the primordial energy in Ding Ning's body had almost fully recovered, and he had even made a slight improvement, getting closer to the peak of the first level.

He also realized that he had gone too far. In front of ordinary people, it was best not to show too much difference. The first level of Qi induction was not an invincible realm, and being low-key was the best approach.

With a thought, the primordial energy automatically entered his body, and the surrounding airflow gradually calmed down.

Ding Ning pressed his hands down, and the chaotic energy dissipated. The leaves slowly fell to the ground.

This scene gave the people around him another great shock. Old Chen couldn't help but mutter, "This is... Zhang Sanfeng of Tai Chi! A heavyweight."

"Old sir, you flatter me."

Ding Ning smiled at Old Chen, revealing a row of white teeth.

Seeing Ding Ning's clean smile, the people around him also came out of their shock and couldn't help but clap lightly.

"Young man, you know qigong, right? And can you teach this Tai Chi...?"

Before Old Feng could finish, Ding Ning nodded slightly at them and said, "I have some matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you all."

He glanced at the girl named Xiaoyue, who was indeed very beautiful. Wu Mengyao was also beautiful, but compared to her, she was like mud and clouds.

However, Ding Ning only appreciated the beauty and turned to run away slowly after a glance.

Old Feng's words were left unfinished, and Old Chen was a bit unhappy, "This young man looks quite pleasant, but why doesn't he know manners? Can you just interrupt when elders are speaking?"

Unexpectedly, Old Feng was not angry but shook his head and said, "He's not being impolite; he simply doesn't want to have any interaction with us. This young man... even if he's not a hermit sage, he's at least the disciple of a hermit sage."

Old Chen nodded slightly at Old Feng's words and then said to Xiaoyue, "Xiaoyue, he looked at you when he left. Could he have some feelings for you?"

Seeing the slightly teasing and loving look in Old Chen's eyes, Xiaoyue didn't blush but shook her head lightly, "No, he's different from me. He gives off a very strange feeling..."

Old Feng said, "Since he's willing to come here to practice, he might come again. If he does, we must find out who this young man is. His Tai Chi and qigong skills are treasures of Chinese martial arts."

Hearing Old Feng's instructions, Old Chen nodded in agreement. In his view, Ding Ning should be from a martial arts family, at least the disciple of a qigong master.

Moreover, looking at Ding Ning's attire, his family background should be quite ordinary, making him easy to approach.

The only strange thing was why a young man with such high martial arts skills would be overweight.

Xiaoyue then bid farewell to the two elders, "Uncle Feng, Uncle Chen, I need to go back."

"Go ahead. You won't be happy until your mother's illness is cured. Go take care of her."

Old Feng shook his head slightly, seeing the faint sadness on Xiaoyue's face, feeling helpless.

******

Ding Ning walked back from Tianqiao Park to Tianqiao Market. His body wasn't strong enough to support continuous running.

Back at the market, he ate two steamed buns, and the place gradually became more crowded.

As he walked through the center of the market, about to return to the inn to get his things for his stall, Ding Ning saw a beggar on the side of the road.

There were no beggars in Green Mountain Village, and Ding Ning didn't have the habit of giving alms casually. However, this time, for some reason, he suddenly felt a strong urge to give all his money to the beggar.

This feeling was so intense that it made Ding Ning very uneasy.

There was no doubt that this was a side effect of the Wealth God's legacy, which had started when Ding Ning gave a yuan to Dian Dian.

Standing next to the beggar for a while, Ding Ning finally couldn't resist and took a yuan from his pocket and threw it into the beggar's broken bowl.

"Congratulations on your wealth... Congratulations on your wealth."

The beggar mumbled his thanks.

After giving away the yuan, Ding Ning clearly felt that the divine consciousness suppressed within his body had grown slightly.

Previously, Ding Ning had tested and found that his divine consciousness could only leave his body by one millimeter, which was almost negligible. But after giving away the yuan, his divine consciousness had improved and could now reach two millimeters.

Even a one-millimeter improvement was an improvement, and Ding Ning felt a bit more balanced. After some thought, he gritted his teeth and took out ten yuan from his pocket.