"Rhythm!"
"The key is the rhythm!"
Li Ping'an narrowed his eyes like a latent cheetah and observed the movements of the lame Taoist more carefully.
Although he seemed to move like the lame Taoist just now, he didn't get the rhythm, which was probably the essence of the movements.
The rhythm of the lame Taoist priest seemed to be natural and wholly intersected with heaven and earth. But Li Ping'an followed him in the wrong rhythm, and his breathing wasn't well-coordinated either.
"One more time!"
"I don't believe it. The teacher is right inside my head, and I can see him so clearly. How can I not learn it?"
Li Ping'an quickly calmed himself down and began to do the breathing exercises with the lame Taoist.
"Inhale, exhale..."
As Li Ping'an gradually followed the rhythm of the lame
