Though verbally expressing reluctance and great regret, in reality, Daoist Qingyun arrived at Lu Chuan's inn, freshened up a bit, and then lay down.
He opened his eyes until it was daylight.
After getting up, he changed back into his Taoist robe and leisurely went downstairs.
Seeing the lush greenery and the light rain drizzling, with distant mountains shrouded in mist, he felt increasingly at ease.
Hence, he slowly made his way to the garden corridor, under the drizzling rain, leg stance ready, hands in place, assuming his daily practice posture.
Just as he got into position, a droplet of water that had gathered on a leaf above for a long time fell with a "plop" onto his bun.
Oh!
Daoist Qingyun sighed inwardly, maintaining this celestial demeanor of his; now, his actions really don't nurture his health at all.
What to practice today?
The Eight Pieces of Brocade, it's more visually appealing, with wide and dynamic postures.
