Time is long on Mount Wudang, and nine years are in a blink of an eye.

Early this morning, Song Qingshu, who had grown from a yellow-haired child to a young man, got up from the bed early.

After going to the kitchen to pick up four heavy food boxes filled with food, Song Qingshu immediately ran wildly, following the trail in the mountains, and arrived at a slightly steep cliff.

The cliff is not high, and there is a beautiful valley below. From a distance, the sound of waterfalls flowing water comes. Song Qingshu put down his food box and skillfully untied a strong hemp rope from his waist and tied it to a big tree on the edge of the cliff.

He had the skill of Wudang Tiyunzong, and he was very skillful. With the help of this hemp rope, cliffs were not difficult for him.

After two round trips, he easily delivered the four heavy food boxes to the bottom of the cliff.

Song Qingshu, who lifted the food box, slowed down and looked around and walked slowly towards the waterfall. As expected, he found the familiar figure under the waterfall.

Meng Xiuyuan sat cross-legged on a flat rock in front of the waterfall, and his hands were weakened in front of the lower abdomen, and he was obviously practicing.

The water mist is misty under the waterfall and the flowers and plants are fragrant around it. It is a moving scenery. Meng Xiuyuan's eyebrows and eyes are handsome, his temperament is dusty, and he is wearing white clothes, which makes people feel even more eccentric.

Song Qing stood there in a daze, looking at Meng Xiuyuan silent for a long time, his eyes full of amazement.

But don’t get me wrong. He didn’t have any habit of breaking his sleeves. What surprised him was Meng Xiuyuan’s martial arts.

After careful observation, Meng Xiuyuan could see that although he was sitting not far from the waterfall, his white clothes were completely dry and not wet at all. The waterfall flew down on the bluestone, and there were many water droplets splashing. However, when he reached about three inches next to Meng Xiuyuan, he was all changed direction by an invisible airflow, turning into a trickle of flowing down around Meng Xiuyuan.

"My uncle's mysterious armor skills are so amazing, they are simply amazing." Song Qingshu looked at Meng Xiuyuan and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It was really not easy for Song Qingshu to grow up with this junior uncle for more than nine years. Whether he was practicing martial arts or reading and writing, his father Song Yuanqiao would always unconsciously compare Meng Xiuyuan with him, which made him get scolded in vain.

As mentioned before, Song Qingshu wanted to compete for strength at the beginning. After all, everyone is a peer, and Meng Xiuyuan's talent in martial arts learning is far less than his, so he must be dissatisfied.

However, since the incident of Meng Xiuyuan being an internal genius who was better than the ancestor Zhang Zhenren was spread on Wudang Mountain, Song Qingshu lost this thought.

The following three generations of disciples, the miscellaneous Taoist boys, all said in private that the eighth uncle was a banished immortal deposed by the Heavenly Court. He went to Wudang Mountain to reincarnate and practice, so he could practice for a thousand miles. Song Qingshu did not believe this illusory statement, he only felt that Meng Xiuyuan was a genius that he would never be able to beat in his life.

Fortunately, Meng Xiuyuan, the eighth master uncle, is very good to him. As long as he doesn't practice martial arts, he will take him to play games and play football, telling him many magical stories, and he has no airs as a master uncle.

It can be said that Meng Xiuyuan almost made Song Qingshu's originally boring childhood interesting on Wudang Mountain.

It is precisely because of this that Song Qingshu's feelings for Meng Xiuyuan were both admiring and intimate, and he had long since he had no jealousy. Since Meng Xiuyuan came to practice by this waterfall, he took the initiative to deliver food every day.

But in the past, he would put down his food box and leave quietly. Only today, his father Song Yuanqiao had some news to be conveyed to Meng Xiuyuan, so he stayed.

...

Just when Song Qingshu held his breath and did not dare to disturb him, he saw Meng Xiuyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand, which was originally holding the pill, suddenly turned into a thumb index finger ring buckle, and a Taoist one-handed gift standing on his chest.

The next moment, his right palm suddenly swung out diagonally, silently, and the lake surface three meters away suddenly surged violently. Water about a foot deep was spread apart by Meng Xiuyuan's palm force, and a palm that was as big as a millstone appeared and kept still on the water surface.

After a few breaths, Meng Xiuyuan took a deep breath and resumed his posture of holding the elixir and sitting cross-legged, and the lake water returned to calm.

"Uncle Master!" Song Qingshu, who was watching from the side, was really excited to see this strange scene and couldn't help but shout.

"Qingshu, why are you here..." Meng Xiu took a hike and then floated down leisurely from the bluestone.

"Uncle Master, why did I come? I used to deliver food to you.

It’s just that you are dedicated to practicing martial arts, and I have never dared to disturb you.”

"Is that... I didn't pay much attention." Meng Xiuyuan thought of the year he practiced in this waterfall pool, and his expression was indifferent.

Song Qingshu did not notice his abnormality, but felt that this uncle had become stupid after practicing martial arts for a long time.

"Uncle Master, I said that your palm is so amazing! Wow, with one palm, you can actually take such a large palm print on the water..." Song Qingshu helped Meng Xiuyuan take out the food plate from the food box, while gesturing Meng Xiuyuan's palm technique just now.

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he no longer thought about those unhappy things. He picked up the quickie and said:

"What's so awesome? I can't get it by practicing Kung Fu.

When practicing the shaking palm to a high level, the palm power should be solid and not stagnant. When slapped on the water, it should be just a palm print of a normal palm size. Although the palm print like me is large, the water discharged is not deep enough, which is a manifestation of the palm power being too dispersed.

When facing an enemy, it’s better to encounter someone with low kung fu, but you will suffer a loss when you meet a master.”

Song Qingshu's excitement was not affected by Meng Xiuyuan's words, and he still said with a flash of elegance:

"Uncle Master, you are so modest. My father may not be able to stop your palm...

By the way, your Xuan Armor Technique is simply not ventilated.

I had only heard my father say the name "Xuanjia Gong" before, and thought it was an external body protection skill like the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art in Shaolin Temple, but I didn't expect that it was actually using internal energy to protect the body. It was so magical!"

Speaking of the rise, Song Qingshu picked up a peanut from the plate at hand and bounced towards Meng Xiuyuan. Sure enough, the peanut was just approaching three inches in front of Meng Xiuyuan who was burying his head in drying rice, and suddenly it was slightly deviated by an invisible airflow, and bypassed Meng Xiuyuan and flew towards him.

"Stop messing around, don't you know that every grain is hard, and you want to let the senior brother know that you are wasting food so much, and it's time to scold you again." Meng Xiuyuan stretched out his palm and sucked the peanuts back to his hand obediently.

"My Xuan Armor Technique is also a lot worse than my level of skill.

Master once said that this skill is easy to practice but difficult to master, and there are many things that can be explored.

I guess it was time to practice until I sat directly under the waterfall that was dozens of meters high and could not get wet my clothes by water before I could achieve a small success in my kung fu. I am still far from it.

In actual combat, I am now at most aware of my mysterious armor skills. If I encounter someone who knows how to fight, I may not be able to completely defend myself against me with a fist, palm, and sword.

To compare with those masters who are proficient in the Vajra Indestructible Divine Arts in Shaolin Temple, my defense ability of the Xuan Armor Technique is still a bit inferior in some aspects."

Meng Xiuyuan was a little annoyed as he spoke.

In recent years, in addition to practicing Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, he has only practiced the three skills of Zhenkong Palm, Xuanjia Kung and Tiyun Zong, but they are not all proficient, which is really embarrassing.

Song Qingshu on the opposite side didn't think so at all, but instead said with envy:

"The uncle of the master is worthy of being the disciple of the master. I heard from my father that Master has been in seclusion for three years in order to create these two skills, and only after thinking hard can you get something..."

"Qingshu, why are you talking so hard? If you want to learn the shaking palm and the Xuanjia Technique, I will teach you it. The master did not say that this skill cannot be passed on to others...

The Zhenkong Palm was improved by the master from the Zhenshan Palm of our Wudang Sect, while the Xuanjia Kung Fu is a simple introduction and is not a very difficult martial art.

You have the foundation of martial arts in Wudang and have a higher understanding than me, so you can't learn it."

Meng Xiuyuan smiled at Song Qingshu while gnawing on the chicken legs.

My eldest brother has only one son. Although Meng Xiuyuan is about the same age as him, he has long regarded him as his junior in his heart. The eldest brother has taken great care of Meng Xiuyuan over the years, and it is nothing to pass on his son's martial arts skills.

But when Song Qingshu heard that Meng Xiuyuan wanted to teach him martial arts, his face felt bitter. His eyes unconsciously looked to the side and said resentfully:

"Forget it, uncle, this is a martial art tailored by Master for you. Even if others learn it, they will not be able to use their power.

My father said that if you want to use these two sets of martial arts, you need extremely deep internal strength as a backing. Even if you want to use them yourself, you have to practice your internal strength for another twenty years.

Dad said that my internal strength is not as good as when he was young. If I counted like this, I would have to wait until I was seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old…”

Meng Xiuyuan heard the words and felt mixed with all kinds of flavors in his heart.

Qingshu, you don’t know how much hardship I have suffered to practice this internal strength.

However, it is not easy to say such words in person, Meng Xiuyuan just smiled and shook his head.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu is now at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and is still an active and lively young man. He didn't bother with this matter much. Instead, he talked to Meng Xiuyuan about his wonderful battle situation when he was playing against the ball with Taoist boys and servants yesterday, and in a blink of an eye, he left the martial arts matter behind his head.

After saying this for a long time, Meng Xiuyuan had stuffed all the food in the four large food boxes into his stomach.

"Okay, OK, I'm going to practice martial arts. Qingshu, you should go back early too..."

Meng Xiuyuan, who was full, was very rude and issued an order to expel Song Qingshu, asking him not to delay his practice.

"Oh, okay, I'll leave first, uncle, then I'll leave first." Song Qingshu had long been accustomed to the temperament of Meng Xiuyuan, a savvy practitioner. He packed up his things quickly and walked back with the food box.

But as soon as he took two steps, Song Qingshu remembered that he was having a lot of fun chatting and almost forgot about his business. He quickly turned around and said:

"By the way, uncle, the reason why I disturbed you today is that my father asked me to remind you that the 100th birthday of Master will be in four days, and the second uncle has already brought the uncle and his wife to Wudang Mountain a few days ago.

If you can't practice "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" for the time being, let's put it aside for a while..."

"What, will life be so soon?" Meng Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this, and only felt that time was really passing quickly.

The story of this era is finally about to officially begin.
Chapter completed!