At this moment, I don’t know how many hours it took until the mountain wind was calm and the fog was flat. Zhang Zhenren closed his fist. He turned his head and saw that the little disciple seemed to be remembering the way of the fist just now. He bounced his wrinkled Taoist robe and asked, “Xiao Ba, can you understand this fist for me?”

Ye Qi shook his head and said, "Master, your fist path is erratic, how can your disciple understand it? It's just that it's not easy for Master to suddenly understand martial arts. If you don't remember the method of boxing, you feel very bad."

Zhenren Zhang had an epiphany and was already happy. After listening to the little disciple's explanation, he laughed happily and laughed like this. He had not had such laughter for several years.

"Then how much did you remember this boxing path?"

Ye Qi replied: "It should have been recorded."

The inspiration for Zhang Sanfeng's punch was from some of the Nine Yang Divine Arts he heard before his master Jueyuan passed away. In the past few months, the Wudang Sect had great ups and downs. Recently, he came out of the mountain to find some herbs to cure disciple Sun Han Poison, but he had not gained anything. He had been in a bad mood. He met Ye Qi, an interesting child in the small village at the foot of the mountain. His mind was a little smoother. He just looked at the scenery outside the mountain outside the wooden pavilion and suddenly figured out the truth of everything in this world. The intention of the boxing reached his heart and used this way on the cliff.

Although this boxing technique is important, it is very easy to remember. Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ye Qi's expression and said encouragement, "Come on, let me see."

Just now, Zhenren Zhang practiced boxing less than three times, and Ye Qizi came to this time and space and had a memory that was far better than before. He said that he would never forget everything and was not worthy of his reputation. He listened to his master's instructions and then walked on the cliff, not afraid of the mountains and deep clouds, and demonstrated the boxing technique he had just recorded.

However, except for learning a trick with the cripple Liu, he had never been exposed to any martial arts skills, except for the poor third-rate Qiankun hand that was actually a gangster fighting hand. Zhang Zhenren had previously danced his fist in the clouds like a fairy, and his fist was more like a cock flapping his wings and shouting with pedestrians.

Zhang Zhenren looked at it without making fun of him. His little disciples looked ugly, but looking at his posture, he really remembered the way of boxing.

Finally, when Ye Qi finished his boxing skills, he shouted the good words and said, "No, good, wait to go back to the mountain, and wait for the teacher to teach you the method of nourishing qi. You should be able to get one or two of the true meaning of boxing skills."

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The master and apprentice continued to follow the bluestone path, waiting for the mountain road to gradually calm down again. Ye Qi couldn't bear to ask curiously: "Master, does that boxing technique just now have a name?"

Zhang Zhenren learned the boxing technique and had not had time to name it, so he was silent for a long time before he said: "This set of boxing technique for me is completely different from the martial arts of the school. It emphasizes the use of stillness to control movement and the later acts to control people. The so-called "not being restricted by external objects and doing nothing but not doing anything is called Tai Chi."

Ye Qi was shocked when he heard this. While walking, he also heard his master talk about crossing the mountain. Despite his obscure words, he still speculated that the current timeline had not been long since Zhang Wuxia committed suicide. The child with a miserable fate was still on the mountain, which means that the master had learned Tai Chi several years in advance.

After the tea time, the master and the disciple arrived at Wudang Mountain Gate.

I saw the eaves inside the mountain gate like waves, and the Taoist in the green clothes could be seen everywhere. The incense was in full swing, the bamboo forest was surging, and the bushes were shining. Who could have imagined that there was only one thatched cottage and one sloppy Taoist on the mountain back then.

When a Taoist priest saw the ancestor return, they all went up to salute and greet him. Seeing that there was a child beside the ancestor, there was a guess in his heart, whose child was actually lucky to go up the mountain with the ancestor.

At this moment, a cold sound of mechanical synthesis sounded in Ye Qi's mind.

"The host arrives at Wudang Mountain Gate and triggers the mission [Accomplishment by Zhang Sanfeng]."

"The master-apprentice task has been completed, and the reward of martial arts is drawn once. Since the host receives the task for the first time, the task reward is to draw the top martial arts."

Waiting for the sound in his mind to dissipate, Ye Qi looked at the master and the Taoist priests who came forward to greet him as usual. Without the moment, he checked the martial arts prizes mentioned in the system, and followed the master along the stone steps inside the mountain gate to the hall far away.

After passing the Black Tile Gate Tower, the main hall was near. On the majestic door was hung with a three-character plaque like silver-grooved iron. Outside the hall was a huge venue paved with white stones, and many Taoist priests in blue practiced boxing and swords.

One of them was practicing swords with a young Taoist priest. The child looked bad and had a pale face. He seemed to have been tortured by illness for a long time, but he looked very serious when he waved the wooden sword.

The child used a basic Wudang sword technique and found someone coming. He looked closely and couldn't help but feel happy and ran towards Zhang Zhenren with a wooden sword with a smile.

"Master, are you back?"

Zhang Zhenren smiled kindly, touched the child's hair bun behind his head, and said softly: "Wuji, have you been good at the last few days?"

Xiao Wuji inserted the short wooden sword in his hand back into the sheath behind him and said seriously: "Wuji has been able to read the "Tao Sutra". He practiced "Wudang Changquan" yesterday and just learned the sword technique of the Sixth Master Uncle."

At this time, the young Taoist priest who taught Xiao Wuji to practice swords also walked in front of Zhenren Zhang and saluted to the master: "I have seen Master."

However, when he remembered the reason why Master went down the mountain half a month ago, he first glanced at Xiao Wuji, and then asked with a look forward to it, "Did Master go down the mountain to find a way to relieve Wuji's cold poisonous herb?"

Zhenren Zhang paused and had no reply.

The young Taoist priest knew it, and he looked at the boy who was about the same age as Wuji by his master, and then asked, "Master, he is..."

Zhenren Zhang's expression calmed down a little, touched Ye Qi's head, and said, "The boy I met in the village at the foot of the mountain will be your junior brother in the future."

Ye Qi had a very wonderful memory. He recognized the young Taoist priest at a glance that he had met once a year ago. He was completely shy as he was when he was young. He bowed to Yin Liuxia in a regular manner and said, "Junior brother Ye Qi, I have met Senior Brother Six."

Yin Liuxia was quite surprised. Since his master accepted his seventh junior brother seventeen years ago, he said that he would not accept disciples from now on. I wonder what this child is, but he actually made the master think about accepting disciples again.

"Young brother, don't be too polite."

As Yin Liuxia finished speaking, four Taoist priests walked out of the hall to salute and greet Zhang Zhenren. In addition to Yu Daiyan, who was injured by the Shaolin King's finger eleven years ago and Zhang Cuishan, who committed suicide before the new year, Zhang Zhenren's great disciple Song Yuanqiao, the second disciple Yu Lianzhou, the fourth disciple Zhang Songxi, the six disciple Yin Liting, the seven disciple Mo Shenggu, and the seven heroes of Wudang were all here.
Chapter completed!