On the open space in front of Zixiao Palace, there is an adult and two children standing.

The sky is clear and the breeze is cool, which is the most suitable weather for martial arts practice.

Today is Meng Xiuyuan's first time practicing martial arts after becoming a disciple of Wudang, and he is naturally very excited.

But unexpectedly, the first step in his long martial arts journey did not seem to be very smooth.

...

"How about it, junior brother. Have you seen my moves clearly? Is there any place I haven't recorded?"

Senior brother Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan with kind and kind eyes, but what he said was inexplicable.

You should know that just now, Song Yuanqiao said that he would teach him the introductory skills of the Wudang Sect today, the thirty-two-strate Wudang Changquan. He also said that this boxing routine was very simple, so that he would not have to feel stressed and learn with confidence.

But at the beginning of teaching, Song Yuanqiao seemed to have become a different person, and he didn't say anything. He reached out and hit Wudang Changquan three times from beginning to end.

There was neither a stop to do decomposition movements nor an explanation of each move. As soon as the moves stopped, I turned around and asked if I had recorded them.

Who can remember this?

Meng Xiuyuan didn't say anything, but thought in his heart that Song Yuanqiao was too good at teaching his disciples. Can he really learn kung fu well under his command?

But this has started to be taught, and Meng Xiuyuan couldn't say that he didn't learn it, so he had to think about how to remind Song Yuanqiao more tactfully and let him slightly improve his "teaching level".

But before he could finish his arrangement, Song Qingshu, who looked only six or seven years old like him, couldn't help but speak first and answer with a show of his answer:

"Father, I remember it, I remember it all!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at the proud look on his son's face and felt very unhappy. He immediately put away his smile when facing Meng Xiuyuan, and turned to scold him coldly:

"What are you proud of if you are unhelpful?

It is just the 32-stage long fist that I must learn when I got started with Wudang disciples. I tried it three times and remembered the moves very well?

Look at your uncle, who is the same age as you, is he as proud as you?

When will you be able to compare with such a calm attitude of being unsurprising to others?"

As soon as these words were said, Song Qingshu's face immediately disappeared, he pouted and lowered his head, not daring to look at his angry father.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao let out a deep breath and felt a little satisfied, thinking that his son knew he was wrong.

But what Song Yuanqiao didn't know was that after these words, the one who was hurt the most was not Song Qingshu, but Meng Xiuyuan, who was just called "no surprise of favor and disgrace" by him because of his daze.

At first, when Meng Xiuyuan heard Song Qingshu say that he had remembered the whole set of boxing skills, he still felt that the child was dishonest and bragging here for his father to praise him.

However, she didn't expect that Song Yuanqiao not only did not doubt it, but instead said that it was nothing and that he disliked his son too arrogantly.

The information impact contained in these words made Meng Xiuyuan feel dizzy for a moment.

Just when Meng Xiuyuan was still suspicious and felt that there was something wrong with this matter, Song Yuanqiao suddenly spoke to Song Qingshu:

"Qingshu, please call me carefully. I want to see how you remember and dare to be so proud."

Perhaps Song Qingshu was used to Song Yuanqiao's strict education and did not dare to speak much. He bowed to Song Yuanqiao and Meng Xiuyuan each, then turned around and walked away a few steps, giving up space to start boxing.

Then, Meng Xiuyuan became convinced.

This set of Wudang Changquan has a total of 32 postures, and Song Qingshu has really finished it from beginning to end.

Moreover, although his boxing skills are not as strong as Song Yuanqiao and his boxing is strong and vigorous, in Meng Xiuyuan's opinion, it can be considered as correct and smooth, and it is impossible to tell that he is a beginner.

If it weren't for the trust in Song Yuanqiao's character, Meng Xiuyuan would even suspect that the father and son were not deliberately put together to act and act him.

"Father, how did I practice?" The child's emotions came and went quickly. After a set of punches, Song Qingshu became more excited and asked Song Yuanqiao excitedly.

This time, Song Yuanqiao did not scold him again, but started to take action and carefully demonstrated all the shortcomings in his entire set of boxing techniques.

Song Qingshu nodded repeatedly, thinking about something, and Meng Xiuyuan, who was beside him, naturally couldn't understand anything because he didn't even write down the basic routine, so he could only pretend to be calm.

After a while, Song Yuanqiao taught Song Qingshu halfway, and was afraid that Meng Xiuyuan would be neglected, so he stopped and asked Xiao Qingshu to practice by himself first, turned around and returned to Meng Xiuyuan and asked:

"I just called that incompetent thing to be delayed, but I haven't asked clearly yet. Junior brother, have you remembered this set of Wudang Long Fist?

No need to think too much, just say whatever you don’t see clearly. The first time I study, I must lay a solid foundation.”

Compared to teaching Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was much more kind and had a very patient attitude in front of Meng Xiuyuan. When the uninformed people saw it, they would only think that Meng Xiuyuan was his biological child.

But the more he did this, the more guilty Meng Xiuyuan felt. The cold sweat on his back flowed down unconsciously.

However, since Song Yuanqiao asked, Meng Xiuyuan was not easy to lie, so he could only answer with a red face:

"Senior brother, I... I didn't see it very clearly, I only remembered the five or six moments in front..."

"What? Cough... Cough, it doesn't matter, junior brother. Since you haven't seen it clearly, senior brother will just call you twice again..."

Song Yuanqiao was shocked when he heard this, but he was usually calm and humble. In order to take care of Meng Xiuyuan's emotions, he did not show this surprise. He just immediately said that he would beat him twice.

However, then, something even more embarrassing happened.

Song Yuanqiao demonstrated Wudang Changquan four or five times. Song Qingshu already remembered to start gesturing on his own, but Meng Xiuyuan still failed to record all the moves.

Although Song Yuanqiao, as a scholar, still looks kind and is still so patient, Meng Xiuyuan, as a learner, feels very stressed.

"Senior Brother, do we have a boxing score in Wudang Changquan... Otherwise, I can study it myself first." When Song Yuanqiao was patient and finally started to explain one move to Meng Xiuyuan one by one, Meng Xiuyuan's thin face was really a little unbearable and asked in a low voice.

"This Wudang Changquan is very simple as an introductory technique, so I never thought about recording it in the book. Junior brother, you want it...

Ah, it's not my junior brother, it doesn't matter, you don't have to be discouraged. You can't remember it for a while, I'll tell you carefully, you can remember it in the end." Song Yuanqiao saw the awkward expression on Meng Xiuyuan's face, and quickly changed his words halfway through his words.

"Senior Brother, you have to worry about so many things in Wudang, so don't spend too much effort on these things. Since there is no boxing guide, I have already remembered it by Qingshu, so I'll let him tell me."

Meng Xiuyuan looked up, seeing that the sun was already hanging high, and it was obvious that it was almost noon, so he couldn't help but persuade.

"How can I do that? Qingshu is just a beginner, so how can I tell you what?! Junior brother, before leaving, the master specifically told me to take good care of you, how could I break my promise?" Song Yuanqiao rejected Meng Xiuyuan's proposal on the spot.

"It's okay, senior brother. Didn't you just say that this is the introductory boxing and foot skills. Even if you practice it wrong, you won't get any mistakes.

Besides, even if I really practiced something wrong, wouldn’t it be better if you correct me tomorrow?" Meng Xiuyuan continued to persuade. He was really embarrassed to use such things to waste the other party’s time.

"This... OK. Junior brother, please get familiar with the routine first. I will carefully correct the shortcomings for you tomorrow and will definitely lay a solid foundation for you." Song Yuanqiao did have a lot of things to be busy with today, and when Meng Xiuyuan said this, his heart was a little relaxed.

He then turned his head and looked at Song Qingshu, and said sternly: "Qingshu, you must practice this Wudang Changquan with your eighth uncle. You must not neglect your eighth uncle. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Qingshu understands..." Song Qingshu was frightened by his father's shouting, and he nodded quickly.

After Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, he was a little worried. He repeatedly reminded him twice before he rushed towards the main hall, leaving only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu here.

Then, the entire venue became quiet.

Song Qingshu just practiced boxing alone without talking to Meng Xiuyuan, and Meng Xiuyuan was also watching silently, forcing himself to remember the moves and routines of this boxing technique.

Until there was a situation that was really complicated, Meng Xiuyuan looked at it twice and still couldn't remember it clearly, so he spoke:

"Qingshu, can you try this trick again? Take it slower, I didn't see it very clearly..."

Song Qingshu exhaled his nose, snorted coldly, and looked at Meng Xiuyuan with his eyes slanted.

To be honest, he was very dissatisfied with Meng Xiuyuan. Why do we all call him Master Meng Xiuyuan at the age of six or seven? He is a generation younger than him.

But when he recalled what his father said just now, Song Qingshu finally shrank his head and swallowed the harsh words that were almost at his mouth.

"Yes~Uncle Master~~"

Song Qingshu was so unwilling to say that the uncle called him and was reluctant, but he still obediently did it.

Meng Xiuyuan naturally wouldn't care about this. He was still focused on kung fu, so he didn't have the ability to fight with children.

So in this way, two people taught each other and learned each other. Until before lunch, Meng Xiuyuan finally learned this set of Wudang Changquan in full.

"I won't fight anymore, I'm tired, I'm going to have a meal!" Song Qingshu, who was sent to Meng Xiuyuan for half a morning, simply went on strike, raised his foot and walked towards the kitchen.

"Oh, please trouble you, Qingshu." Meng Xiuyuan's mind was still full of how to use this move and how to take that step, so he didn't say anything to Song Qingshu. He just looked up and said hello, and then started practicing boxing again.

Song Qingshu took a few steps, but secretly turned his head back and glanced at Meng Xiuyuan, with disdain and a little jealous in his eyes, muttering to himself.

"Hmph! Isn't it just an orphan picked up by the Grand Master from the foot of the mountain? He was lucky to be a master and really regarded himself as his uncle.

I don’t know what kind of ecstasy he had given to Master and Dad, but they were just kind to him, holding him all day long like a treasure.

I heard that his face looks very similar to the female hero Guo Xiang of the Emei Sect... But what's the use? His face looks good but is not beneficial for practicing martial arts.

Haha, I finally missed the stuffing today. It turned out to be a wooden candle.
Chapter completed!