Chapter 219 Tai Chi

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he became a little depressed and said with a sad face: "What can I do? Let's take him, but he just won't come back with us!"

"You are stupid. You are the leader of the Ming Cult now. Show him Yang Dingtian's letter... Well..., you directly command him to come back with the identity of the leader. Do he dare not come back?" Qingfeng said with advice to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji sighed again and said, "What can I do when I come back? Cheng Kun doesn't know where he has gone. He has so many enemies in the Central Plains, and his eyes are... I'm afraid that if you are not careful, his life will be worrying!"

Qingfeng slapped his forehead and said, "Do you know my identity?"

Zhang Wuji looked at Qingfeng with some confusion, wondering why he wanted to change the topic, "I know, Taoist priest is the elder of the Southwest League!"

"Wrong, I am the world's number one master personally named by Emperor Dayuan, Marquis of Wushen. You said that you have such a dazzling title, why are there no people from the world coming to find my chaer?" Qingfeng asked.

Zhang Wuji said at a loss: "Because...because..."

Seeing that Zhang Wuji couldn't answer, Qingfeng said directly: "Because I was strong enough! Because my Southwest Alliance was strong enough! Because if you don't come to compete with the Mongolians, you will be named a traitor, so they dare not!"

Zhang Wuji was frightened by Qingfeng's sudden claim to be "I" and even hesitated and couldn't speak.

"Forget it, Qingfeng, you have to eat rice one by one, and this matter is not urgent. You might as well help him, right?" Zhang Sanfeng saw that Qingfeng wanted to train Zhang Wuji to become a qualified leader, so he advised.

His martial arts skills are already extremely high. Once he understands them, he becomes more and more immersive. However, he saw Zhang Sanfeng's hands rolling around, and each move contained Tai Chi changes of yin and yang, which was a subtle and mysterious way, which actually opened up a new world that had never been seen in martial arts.

"How about the Taoist priest and I go with you?" Zhang Wuji said timidly.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the two of them and said, "Qingfeng is right, beat him up! Wuji! There are no right or wrong things, just have a clear conscience..."

"Then you said just now that you are the best master in the world!" Zhang Wuji was angry with Qingfeng's rogue.

Qingfeng continued to knock on Zhang Wuji's defense: "You are the leader of the Ming Cult. How powerful is the Ming Cult? You should know better than me. With such a strong strength, but you can't save Xie Xun? What kind of face do you have to create the rebellion of the Yuan Dynasty?

Who dares to disobey? Beat him!"

"That's right! You, the real leader of the Ming Cult, will go out and expose them immediately." Qingfeng continued to smile and said.

At about a meal, Zhang Sanfeng sent a high-level horse to the upper step to reach out, and then took the bird's tail, and combined with Tai Chi with a single whip. He stood there calmly and leisurely. After practicing a set of boxing techniques, his spirit became strong.

Zhang Sanfeng turned his head and asked Qingfeng: "Where are you? Have you ever remembered the formula?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and scolded: "You guy, you're weird."

Zhang Wuji watched with his eyes fixed on his eyes. At first, he thought that Master deliberately performed the posture very slowly so that Qingfeng and himself could see clearly. However, when he saw the seventh move "waving the pipa", he saw his left palm Yang and his right palm Yin, his eyes staring at his left arm, and his palms slowly closed, which turned out to be as solemn as a mountain, but as light as feathers.

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng slowly stood up, his hands drooped, his back faced out, his fingers were slightly relaxed, his feet were separated and parallel, and then his arms were slowly lifted to his chest, his left arm was half-circled, and his palm faced with the Yin Palm, and his right palm turned over the Yang Palm.

Before Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he heard footsteps. Someone came outside the door and heard his brisk steps. He seemed very panicked, but he did not dare to come in rashly, nor did he dare to speak. Zhang Sanfeng asked, "Is it Lingxu? What's the matter?"

Zhang Wuji has experienced a lot. Every mantra and every move by Zhang Sanfeng made him feel happy when he first heard the great way.

As long as this set of Tai Chi can be passed down to future generations, my Wudang Sect’s reputation will be able to last forever.” Speaking of this, his spirit is soaring and his heroic spirit is increasing, and he seems to have not taken the strong enemy to heart.

Zhang Wuji suddenly realized: "This is the best martial arts of using slow to fight fast and using stillness to control movement. I didn't expect that there would be such a brilliant skill in the world."

"They must be pretending! The people of my Ming Cult must not say such rude words!" Zhang Wuji said with a red face.

He held a Tai Chi circle with both hands and said, "The trick of this set of boxing is to 'empty spirit and force it, to thrust the chest and back, to loosen the waist and lower the hips, to sink the shoulders and elbows'. It is purely based on the mind and avoid using force. The unity of body and spirit is the key to this boxing technique." He explained it carefully.

"I won't go. I'm mainly responsible for praying for good weather and fighting. I won't participate in the fight." Qingfeng said shamelessly.

Qingfeng said, "I didn't remember."

Zhang Sanfeng continued, "Oh, it's a turbulent autumn, forgot, Wuji, Qingfeng, I have been in seclusion many times over the years, and have learned the essence of martial arts. A set of Tai Chi and Tai Chi swords will be passed on to you at this moment."

Seeing Zhang Wuji's face look confused, Zhang Sanfeng asked, "How much do you understand?" Zhang Wuji said, "Sun'er is yulu, only knows 70% to 80%, but he remembers the moves and formulas."

Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Okay, I understand." He blinked at Zhang Wuji again, "Wuji! Your people are here, go and deal with it?"

"That was conferred by Emperor Dayuan, and I have never admitted it." Qingfeng began to stop talking about martial ethics.

Zhang Wuji was shocked by Qingfeng's domineering words and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with some help.

My set of Tai Chi and Tai Chi swords are completely different from the ways of martial arts. They emphasize calmness and control others later. Your master is over 100 years old. Even if you don’t encounter strong enemies, how many years can you live? What you like can create this set of martial arts in your twilight years.

Qingfeng said in a humble manner: "Does the old man want to give some benefits?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly and said, "Since my Wudang school was launched, I have been doing many things of benevolence and righteousness in the world. In terms of major numbers, I should never be eliminated from now on.

The guest Taoist Lingxu said, "Report to the ancestor grandfather, the Demon Sect Brigade arrived outside the temple and wanted to see the ancestor grandfather, and said he wanted to slaughter the Wudang Sect..."

He said, "This is the starting style of Tai Chi." He followed one move after another, and called out the name of the move: the tail of the bird, single whip, the upward posture of the hand, the white crane shined its wings, hugged the knees, waved the pipa with his hand, and advanced the hammer like a seal, cross hand, holding the tiger back to the mountain...

At the same time, he said loudly: "Lingxu, go and tell those people, and I will come out to meet and let them wait in the Sanqing Palace." Lingxu agreed and went.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Where is the move?"

Qingfeng said, "I forgot all."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said, "Okay, you just need to remember that you can beat all the bastards outside after you go out!"

Qingfeng said: "No problem, close the door and let Zhang Wuji go!"
Chapter completed!