The days in Wudang are really monotonous.

Apart from the daily routine of eating, sleeping, washing and going to the toilet, the rest of the time is almost exclusively used for practicing.

Of course, this is mainly because Meng Xiuyuan is a second-generation Wudang disciple and has a relatively high status within the Wudang sect. He does not have to do chores such as washing, cooking, chopping wood and carrying water, so he seems to be relatively free.

The third-generation disciples and little Taoist boys below who have just started to get started can't help but envy Meng Xiuyuan's leisurely life.

It's just that as a modern person, such days are indeed a bit difficult. It's still novel to live for ten days and a half, but if it lasts longer, it will inevitably feel boring.

Therefore, in order to lay the foundation for practicing the profound martial arts of the Wudang Sect in the future, and also to adjust his life, Meng Xiuyuan decided to read the Taoist classics contained in the Wudang Sect besides practicing martial arts.

Song Yuanqiao was naturally surprised when he heard Meng Xiuyuan's idea. After all, most people would not believe a six or seven-year-old kid who suddenly came to tell you that he wanted to study ancient Chinese philosophical theories.

Fortunately, considering Meng Xiuyuan's mysterious origin and mature performance, Song Yuanqiao agreed to his idea after Meng Xiuyuan's repeated pleas. After all, reading Dao Zang is not practicing martial arts. At best, it is incomprehensible.

Even if he really misunderstood and went astray, Meng Xiuyuan has never practiced any advanced internal skills, so there is no risk of going astray. Zhang Sanfeng can just come back and let him correct it.

So when Song Yuanqiao took Meng Xiuyuan to the library courtyard, he only made two requests to him:

1. Try not to damage the books among them, because some of them are precious and unique copies, and there is no time to copy them after collecting them.

Second, if you don’t understand, don’t force it, because some Song Yuanqiao himself dare not say that it is completely transparent. There will be a long time in the future, so don’t worry.

From then on, Meng Xiuyuan finally had a third option in his daily life besides Wudang Changquan and meditation.

However, he soon discovered that the so-called thorough reading of Taoism was a very difficult thing for a layman like him with an average level of education.

Even though Song Yuanqiao arranged a few relatively simple Taoist scriptures for him to get started, and took the trouble to answer his various doubts, the content was too difficult for Meng Xiuyuan, who only received an undergraduate education in the 21st century.

Some.

Fortunately, there are no disturbing things on Wudang Mountain, which makes people's minds clear and free from distracting thoughts. In addition, the overall atmosphere of the Taoist school in the surrounding Wudang sect also adds to the atmosphere. It is just suitable for reading scriptures and enlightenment, and Meng Xiuyuan can finally read it reluctantly.

In his previous life, he would not have had this patience.

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In this way, three months passed by in a hurry, and snowflakes began to fall on Wudang Mountain.

Green pines, red walls, and plain snow cover. The Wudang Sect in this cold winter looks somewhat unique and beautiful, making people feel fairy-like.

"Elder brother, has the master not come back yet?" Meng Xiuyuan asked Song Yuanqiao with some worry.

Since Zhang Zhenren came down from the mountain three months ago, there has been no news, and he still doesn’t know what happened to him. Although Meng Xiuyuan knew that his martial arts skills would not cause any problems, he was still a little anxious.

After all, he was the one who brought the news about the Black Jade Intermittent Cream. If something went wrong because of this, how should he deal with himself on Wudang Mountain?

"Junior brother, don't worry. Master, he has no worries about going down the mountain alone. Nothing will happen to him. We just need to wait for him to come back." Song Yuanqiao naturally saw through Meng Xiuyuan's thoughts and comforted him warmly.

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this and thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Zhang Sanfeng, a great master from ancient times to the present, it is really not his turn to worry.

You must know that when Zhang Zhenren was young, he experienced the end of the world when the Southern Song Dynasty destroyed the country and the Yuan soldiers were raging. At that time, the order of the martial arts collapsed and the rivers and lakes were bloody. He was the best in the world and the leader of the righteous way.

People drink tea.

Mr. Jin's book only describes Zhang Sanfeng's experiences over the past few decades with a few words like "Combating the evil spirits and shocking the world" and "Everyone who had done anything with him in the past is dead." But if you take a closer look, you may find an answer.

It's in it.

Why is it that at the beginning of the plot of "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword", there is only a Ming Cult on the Bright Summit of the Western Regions whose purpose is to overthrow the imperial court and is not understood by the sects in the Central Plains, but there are no famous big demons in the Central Plains, or senior ones?

The master of the evil sect?

Xuan Ming, Cheng Kun and others from the Mesozoic generation only came to prominence after Zhang Sanfeng went to Wudang Mountain. Moreover, each of them kept their heads down and only dared to plan secretly in the dark.

Is it because those big demons were influenced by the right path, put down their butcher's knives, and changed their ways?

It seems unlikely.

You must know that Zhang Zhenren is not the dawdling character of his disciple Zhang Wuji. He will not use love to influence the evil sect. He never hesitates to kill those who deserve to be killed.

So I guess that there were decades of time between Mr. Jin's She Withering Trilogy, "The Legend of the Withering Heroes" and "The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Slayer", perhaps because the story of the protagonist Zhang Sanfeng sweeping through the world's demons was relatively boring during this period.

Zhang Zhenren destroyed a bandit village today and two evil demons tomorrow, and spent decades to create a peaceful, peaceful and orderly martial arts world in the Central Plains.

I'm afraid such a story can only be written as a cool Internet article like "The One Palm Celestial".

Now ninety years old, Zhang Zhenren, although he has not fought with others for many years, his fighting ability has not diminished at all, and it can even be said that his skills and martial arts have improved a lot.

He went down the mountain alone without the encumbrance of his disciples and grandchildren, so he had no weaknesses at all.

A mere Ruyang Prince's Mansion would certainly not be able to defeat Master Zhang.

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What Meng Xiuyuan really needs to worry about is his own problems.

Because just that morning, he experienced the most embarrassing moment since time travel.

He was beaten badly by his nephew.

"Uncle Master, I'm offended!"

Song Qingshu looked at Meng Xiuyuan who was lying on the ground, and raised his hands in an upright manner, but his eyes were filled with pride and pride.

After holding it in for three months, I finally earned it back with my own hands.

Song Qingshu then looked at his father expectantly, thinking to himself that his father should have figured out which of the two of them was better this time.

Unexpectedly, the praise he was expecting did not come, but instead came overwhelming criticism.

"Qingshu, what's your attitude? In a competition with fellow students, you just managed to win one and a half moves by luck, and then you raised your tail to the sky? I still haven't apologized to your eighth master uncle!" Song Yuanqiao helped Meng Xiuyuan up,

While shouting at Song Qingshu opposite.

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingshu felt like he was struck by lightning.

"But... I won, doesn't it matter if I win?!" Tears welled up in Song Qingshu's eyes, but he still resisted crying.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, senior brother, what are you doing..." Meng Xiuyuan shook the dust off his body and waved helplessly towards Song Yuanqiao: "If you lose, you lose. I am indeed not as good as Qing Shu in my kung fu, and that's normal.

Matter. Senior brother, how can you criticize Qingshu because of this matter?"

"Junior brother, this is not just for you two to practice boxing, it doesn't even use your internal strength, so it's not really a competition.

What I'm angry about is the attitude of this guy Qingshu. He's so arrogant after just one move.

The road to martial arts is long. If you have such an arrogant attitude from the beginning, how will you learn advanced kung fu in the future?

Besides, my Wudang sect has always respected teachers, and you are his uncle. No matter what, he should not have this attitude towards you... You still have the nerve to cry!"

Song Yuanqiao glared at Song Qingshu with a look that said, "You unworthy man, you are so angry with me." He was so frightened that he shrank his neck and quickly wiped away his tears.

"Okay, Senior Brother, it's not as serious as you said. Qingshu was just a little excited after winning. If I had won, I would definitely be more excited than him." Meng Xiuyuan smiled and said a few words for Song Qingshu.

A kind word.

"Junior brother, you defended Qingshu again... Hey, tell me, at the same age, it would be great if Qingshu had half your character. I wouldn't have to worry about his future." Song Yuanqiao shook his head.

Shaking his head, he still scolded Song Qingshu for his incompetence.

The two junior brothers said a few polite words, and just when they were about to return to the main topic of martial arts training, a third-generation disciple suddenly ran up and called him away. He said that he had something to deal with and asked Song Yuanqiao to deal with it, so he called him away.

So today's teaching session ended and turned into self-study.

Before leaving, Song Yuanqiao did not forget to glare at Song Qingshu and said sternly, "I will teach you a lesson tomorrow, you treacherous son", and then left in a hurry.

At this time, only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu were left in the backyard.

Meng Xiuyuan looked at Song Qingshu who started to punch to vent his anger, and sighed in his heart.

Song Yuanqiao really doesn't understand education, he only knows how to be strict.

Such a lack of love in childhood may be the main reason why Song Qingshu will become a brainless licker in the future.

Now that Meng Xiuyuan has seen this problem, with Song Yuanqiao taking such good care of him, he naturally can't just sit idly by and ignore it.

So, Meng Xiuyuan took the initiative to talk:

"Qingshu, why are you angry?"

Song Qingshu ignored Meng Xiuyuan and only lowered his head to punch.

Meng Xiu saw this and did not give up. He looked around looking for something. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Haha, Qingshu, what do you think this is?"

Song Qingshu was being petty and didn't want to pay attention to Meng Xiuyuan. But a bright color in the corner of his eye made him couldn't help but turn his head.

"Paper Kite!"

As soon as he saw the delicate paper kite in Meng Xiuyuan's hand, Xiao Qingshu couldn't move his eyes away.

Said to be a paper kite, this gorgeous "butterfly" is made of smooth silk except for the bamboo frame. With the painter's careful outline and coloring, the whole thing looks lifelike.

Coupled with the five-color ribbon embellished underneath, it can be said that it is completely in line with the simple aesthetics of Song Qingshu, a child who has never seen the world.

"Does the paper kite look good?" Meng Xiuyuan asked with a smile.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Xiao Qingshu wiped away the snot from crying just now, but his eyes could not leave the paper kite.
To be continued...