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This was exactly the opportunity Vancan had been waiting for.

"The true teachings of Master Oogway are far more valuable than any divine weapon or secret manual in the Jade Emperor's Palace."

"Wow, Tai Chi, that sounds really powerful."

"Can...can I watch it too?"

Abao was so excited he almost jumped up, his two paws clenched tightly together, his eyes wide open and unblinking.

As a die-hard kung fu fan, I never even dared to dream of witnessing the legendary Master Oogway demonstrate his life's skills.

Raccoon Master took a deep breath and stood to Van Can's right.

Regardless of his dissatisfaction with Van Gundy or his doubts about Abao,

You might never see Master Oogway's Tai Chi again in your lifetime.

"master!"

The Furious Five also stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Just now, when Master Oogway was speaking, his gaze swept gently over them, with a hint of encouragement, gesturing for them to come forward as well.

Suppressing their excitement, they quickly stood at attention with reverence, their five pairs of eyes fixed intently, afraid of missing a single detail.

call!

The wind between heaven and earth had stopped at some point.

All sounds are silent.

And Master Turtle moved.

His first movement was slow, so slow that it seemed as if time itself was stretched out between his moves.

Master Oogway slowly raised his hands from his sides, palms facing each other, as if he were holding an invisible, intangible but real wisp of energy.

The energy flowed and filled silently between his palms, without light, color, or even temperature.

But everyone who watched felt a clear sense rising in their hearts that there was something there, something harmonious, fluid, and ever-renewing.

Then, Master Turtle's hands began to move.

His hands began to draw circles, the movements flowing like water.

One circle, two circles, three circles... a large circle enclosing a small circle, a small circle connecting to a large circle, with no gaps or pauses between the circles.

Like ripples on the water, they spread outwards freely and endlessly, one circle after another.

His body swayed slightly in rhythm with his hands.

Knees bend and straighten, waist and back twist and return to center, every joint is drawing circles, every inch of movement is transmitting power.

"Is this the tortoise's skill level and realm?"

Van Kent's eyes were bright.

At the very first moment of Master Oogway's starting stance, all of Master Oogway's insights, essence, and even this state of mind of merging with heaven and earth began to flow in his heart.

Vast and mysterious, its power is unimaginable.

"The essence of Tai Chi lies not in speed, but in slowness; not in force, but in gentleness; not in destruction, but in fluidity."

Master Turtle's movements became slower and slower, almost to the point of being motionless.

But strangely, the sense of power it contained only grew stronger.

It is neither the brute force of bulging muscles nor the fierce power of qigong, but a more magnificent, silent, and ineffable force.

That force is twisting, spiraling, and coiling, like a supple vine that seems powerless yet can snap hardwood.

As his arms slid, only continuous arcs appeared.

The end of each arc is necessarily the beginning of the next arc, repeating endlessly without beginning or end.

Without interruption, without hesitation, without beginning or end, like water, like wind, like time itself—

It is constantly flowing, yet it is impossible to pinpoint exactly where it begins or ends.

Master Raccoon was so focused that he didn't even notice that his breathing had become rapid and shallow.

"I've followed Master Turtle for so many years, and I thought I understood his level of understanding, but it wasn't until I saw this complete set of Tai Chi with my own eyes now..."

I then realized that Master Oogway's kung fu was ten or even a hundred times more profound than I had imagined.

No one can deny that.

The way Master Oogway punches has completely transcended the realm of martial arts.

He stood there, yet seemed not to exist; he was clearly in motion, yet gave off an aura of timeless stillness.

He seemed to have become one with the earth beneath his feet, the peach grove around him, the sky above him, the wind blowing, and the falling flowers...

He is a part of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are also a part of his fist intent.

"Is this the legendary harmony between humanity and nature?!"

The Furious Five were also completely mesmerized, their minds captivated by the mysterious moves.

Tigress diligently memorized the subtle changes in the power conversion of each move, while Crane focused on the seamless and unimpeded transitions.

The golden monkey tried to imitate the rhythm of the body parts coordinating to draw circles; the clever little dragon felt the resilience within that gentleness.

The mantis was deeply moved by the imagery of gentle yet firm beauty.

Everyone saw something different in it, and also felt the inadequacy of their own martial arts and the direction for the future.

Abao stared wide-eyed, completely mesmerized.

"Even though I don't understand it, I still think it's amazing."

Master Oogway's movements were particularly rhythmic, and particularly...familiar.

The slow, soft circles, the unhurried and natural movements, felt strangely familiar to him.

What does it look like?

Oh!

Like him kneading dough in the noodle shop!

The dough was handled in the same way, constantly pushed, pulled, kneaded, and turned, forming rounded arcs, with the force evenly penetrating into every inch of the dough.

He seemed to have grasped something, but it was vague and hard to put into words.

The peach petals that were originally suspended in the air seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, and began to slowly rotate and dance around the body of the turtle master who was in harmony with the heavens and man.

Gradually, the peach blossoms, fluttering in the air, gathered and swirled, faintly outlining a huge, clear, slowly rotating pattern—

A mysterious Tai Chi symbol made of pink petals!

The yin and yang fish slowly chase and rotate, endlessly regenerating.

Finally, all the arcs begin to converge inwards, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The yin-yang symbol formed by countless peach blossoms slowly dissipated, and the petals fell gently like rain, covering the ground.

Master Oogway's hands, just as they had at the beginning, slowly returned to his sides, hanging naturally with palms facing the ground.

His breathing returned to its previous shallow and long rhythm, his chest rising and falling only very slightly, once, twice, three times...

Master Turtle stopped moving.

The wind began to blow gently again, rustling softly through the peach grove.

The sun had already sunk below the ridgeline, and the sky transitioned from gold to orange-red.

The last rays of the setting sun fell right behind Master Oogway, gilding his figure with a sacred, warm, and soon-to-disappear golden edge.

He stood there, as if he had completely merged with this world, with this sunset, with this peach blossom forest, serene and eternal.

"I'm done playing."

After a long silence, Master Oogway's gaze slowly swept over them, and he asked calmly, "How much of it have you remembered?"