American comics: I gradually replicate everything

"Master, your Tai Chi is truly profound and mysterious."

Each move contains the interplay of Yin and Yang, and each technique embodies the profound principles of heaven and earth.

After years of diligently practicing kung fu, seeing your extraordinary skills today makes me realize that I seem to have been stuck halfway up the mountain of kung fu all my life.

I cannot grasp the most subtle and nuanced movements of Tai Chi at this moment.

The raccoon paused for a moment before speaking.

"good."

Master Oogway nodded, seemingly unsurprised by the result, and turned his kind gaze to Po.

"Panda, what about you?"

Abao's face turned bright red. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, scratching his head helplessly with his paws. After a long while, he finally stammered out what he had said.

"I...I only remembered a little bit...about three or four moves?"

The way you were drawing circles with your arm like that... big circles inside small circles, small circles connected to big circles... over and over again, just drawing circles... my eyes are getting blurry from watching it..."

His voice trailed off as he spoke, then he suddenly looked up again, "But it feels quite familiar, like kneading dough at home..."

puff!

Before he could finish speaking, he received a light but firm punch to the stomach from Master Raccoon.

Whoops!

Why are you hitting them here?

This is the most sensitive area.

Ah Bao hugged his chubby belly.

Master Raccoon snorted coldly.

"You stupid, clumsy, and clueless fat panda, you can't even remember a few of the most basic moves, and you treat the Tai Chi Chuan that the master has spent his whole life comprehending as kneading dough."

Can these two be confused?

You've utterly insulted sacred kung fu; all you think about is food.

The five Tigress members frowned slightly, exchanged glances, and saw helplessness and a hint of... absurdity in each other's eyes.

What was Van Can thinking? What was it about this person that he saw in him that made him a potential successor to the Dragon Warrior?

But Master Oogway didn't show any disappointment. Instead, he smiled and looked at the last person.

Van Ken slowly opened his eyes.

At some point, he closed his eyes. His gaze was as calm as a deep pool, his breathing was light and even, his shoulders were naturally slightly slumped, and his every move exuded tranquility.

And this unique sense of tranquility seems to have an endless aftertaste.

Po felt that Van Kent beside him seemed a little different. Why did he look a bit like Master Oogway?

Raccoon Master also looked at Van Ken.

Despite his reluctance, he had to admit that he had personally experienced Van Can's terrifying talent.

He has a photographic memory and can apply what he learns immediately; he's practically a monster.

Given that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, with Van Can's talent, he probably... has already memorized the entire Tai Chi form and grasped a considerable portion of its essence.

Master Oogway looked at VanCleef quietly, his voice calm: "VanCleef, how much have you remembered?"

Master Raccoon turned his head slightly, already prepared to hear the answer about all the moves; he didn't want to see Van Kene's smug look.

However, Van Can's next words stunned everyone.

Van Cane met Master Turtle's gaze and answered calmly.

"Not a single move, I've forgotten everything."

A sudden silence.

Only the sound of the evening breeze blowing through the peach grove could be heard.

Master Raccoon whirled around, his eyes wide, almost thinking he was hallucinating: "What did you say?"

He pointed at Van Can, his fingers trembling with anger.

"Master Oogway used his last bit of energy and life force to demonstrate his life's masterpiece, Tai Chi, at your request."

You actually... you actually said you didn't remember a single move.

With your talent, how could you possibly not remember it?

What were you looking at just now?!

He was both shocked and furious. He was shocked that Van Can would give such an answer, and furious that such a precious opportunity for passing on the torch had been wasted in this way!

Van Can's negligence is simply unforgivable!

Tigress was also stunned. The Furious Five looked at each other, feeling deeply confused and puzzled.

They heard their master admit with his own ears that he had been defeated by Van Can.

How could such a kung fu master, who observed Master Oogway's personally taught techniques, possibly... not remember a single move?

This is even more absurd than Po only remembering three or four moves!

"Brother, although I used to often daydream in class, now is not the time to daydream."

Look at your master, he looks like he's about to eat you alive.

Abao was also stunned, and quickly whispered to Van Ken.

Despite Master Raccoon's rage and questioning, Van Can remained calm.

Master Oogway's voice rang out unhurriedly.

I don't remember.

So what did you just see?

The same question, asked by Master Oogway in a completely different tone than by Master Raccoon, sounded like guidance, like exploration.

Van Can's eyes were clear.

"I only saw movement."

Movement? What kind of answer is that?

Master Oogway was demonstrating his kung fu, so of course he was moving!

That's utter nonsense!

Master Raccoon frowned, about to blurt it out, but suddenly felt that the word "movement" in Van Ken's name had an endless aftertaste.

"I saw movement and stillness."

Van Ken continued.

"I see you keep moving."

But it is precisely this endless, ever-flowing movement that reveals a deeper stillness.

Like petals falling in the wind, the fluttering of the petals brings a sense of tranquility.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, and a few peach petals drifted down from the branches, swaying gently, and landed right on Van Ken's shoulder.

He didn't brush them away either, letting them remain.

To Tigress and the others, Van Can, who was speaking, exuded a serene aura, which inexplicably seemed to somewhat overlap with Master Oogway's figure.

"The universe is always in motion, with the sun, moon, stars, seasons, birth, aging, sickness, and death.

But it is precisely this vast and orderly movement that constitutes a kind of eternal stillness, the law governing the universe, the Tao itself.

He paused, a glint seemingly appearing in his eyes.

"Yin and Yang alternate, and movement and stillness give rise to each other."

Where there is extreme movement, there is extreme stillness; where there is stillness, there is potential for extreme movement.

I didn't see any moves just now, I only saw you drawing circles.

This circle represents the harmonious unity of movement and stillness.

It is the ceaseless flow of Yin and Yang.

Techniques, strength, qigong, breathing... these are all merely concrete manifestations of the circle, just 'appearances'.

As he spoke, Van Can extended his hand, his every gesture exuding a unique naturalness and tranquility.

A small bird, seemingly out of nowhere, flew in and, unafraid of him, fluttered its wings and landed on his finger.

After the bird landed firmly, it preened its feathers and prepared to fly away again.

With a flap of its wings, a subtle force traveled from the tips of its claws to Van Ken's fingertips.

Logically, this force should have been enough for it to take off again.

But it didn't take off.

The bird flapped its wings again, even more forcefully.

It still hasn't moved.

It was clearly in a flying posture, its wings flapping incessantly, yet it remained perched on Van Can's finger.

Van Can's eyes were calm, and his fingers made no pinching, gripping, or grasping movements, simply holding it loosely.

With each flap of a bird's wings, the upward force is quietly dissipated, like water flowing into a sponge, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, silent and without a trace.

Movement and stillness merge into one in his palm.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and suddenly fell silent.