Although Zhang Junbao is fifteen or sixteen years old, except for three years ago when he followed his mentor Jue Yuan to chase Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing down the mountain, he spent the rest of his life in Songshan. Therefore, after parting with Guo Xiang, he rushed west to Chang'an.
I also suffered a lot.
If it weren't for the extremely advanced internal energy protection and the mountain roads were full of wolves, worms, tigers, leopards and bandits, Zhang Junbao would never have been able to get out of Tongguan.
In the blink of an eye, several months later, in the afternoon, Zhang Junbao came to a large mountain, and saw lush green green, dense trees, and a very majestic mountain.
In Zhang Junbao's eyes, the scenery of this mountain was completely different from that of Songshan Mountain. When he asked the villagers passing by, he learned that the mountain was called Zhongnan Mountain, and it was nearly a hundred miles south of Chang'an.
Zhang Junbao was hungry and thirsty, but he was penniless. Although he still had a piece of bread in his bag, he was reluctant to eat it.
I just wanted to rest for a while and then pick some wild fruits to satisfy my hunger, so I rested against the rocks at the foot of the mountain.
After sitting for a while, he couldn't help but take out the gold bracelet presented by Guo Xiang and play with it in his hand. He thought about whether he would be accepted by others if he went to seek refuge with the world-famous Guo Daxia and Gang Leader Huang.
After a while, Zhang Junbao got up and went up the mountain, preparing to pass through Zhongnan Mountain and go north to Chang'an. After walking for half an hour, he saw that the mountain road became increasingly difficult.
However, Zhang Junbao has been practicing the introductory method of Nine Yang Magic for nearly ten years, and his skill is not as profound as that of the top masters in the world. Although the mountain road is difficult to walk, it is like walking on flat ground under his feet.
Half an hour later, Zhang Junbao turned around a mountain stream and looked up to see the ruins of Chongyang Palace on the top of the mountain in the distance. He sighed and prepared to drink some water.
As soon as I turned around a big tree, I saw a Taoist priest with white beard and hair sleeping on a huge rock in front of the pool. It looked like the old Taoist was almost a hundred years old. Although it was midsummer, there was still a bit of coolness on the mountain.
Zhang Junbao looked around and saw no one else. He was worried about the old Taoist, so he walked over and shook the old Taoist, and asked: "Old Taoist, old Taoist, wake up quickly, this is not a place to sleep."
"Who is it?"
The old Taoist priest sat up with a groan. When he saw Zhang Junbao in tattered clothes, he pointed at his Taoist robe whose original color could no longer be seen, and said with a smile: "It's a good idea that you still care about me, Taoist priest, when you are about to eat.
Child, what’s your name?”
"My name is Zhang Junbao."
Zhang Junbao looked at the old Taoist's fat face with silver beard and hair, which was very kind, and his eyes were gentle like Master Jue Yuan's. His eyes immediately turned red and he said: "Old Taoist, where are you practicing? I'll take you back."
The old Taoist looked at Zhang Junbao, smiled and nodded, and said, "I will practice in the back mountain. If you are willing, just help me up."
Zhang Junbao shook his head gently and said: "You are old and it will be inconvenient to go up the mountain. It is better for me to carry you up the mountain."
Zhang Junbao said and put the iron bucket away first, then squatted in front of the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest smiled and nodded and lay on Zhang Junbao's back.
After Zhang Junbao stood up, he felt that the old Taoist's body was only about 10 kilograms light and he was walking very fast. After half a cup of tea, he felt that the old Taoist on his body was getting heavier and heavier. His feet were numb and swollen when he moved.
Only by exercising magical powers can I feel some relief.
However, Zhang Junbao had not eaten for a day, and when he reached the dilapidated Chongyang Palace, he could no longer walk. He could only put down the old Taoist and sit on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Old Taoist Master, let me rest for a while before I carry you."
Seeing Zhang Junbao so tired, the old Taoist snorted coldly and scolded: "It's no use, you are no use, my old Taoist was much stronger than you when I was young."
Zhang Junbao is not angry either,
He smiled and prepared to eat some noodles, but as soon as he took out the noodles, he heard the old Taoist sighing: "My old Taoist is eighty-eight years old. Why don't you even know how to respect the elderly? Why don't you tell me if you have something to eat?"
Ask me? If you kill me with hunger, you will be sued."
Zhang Junbao was filled with anger, but when he got up and saw the old Taoist dressed in rags and with silvery hair and beard, all his anger dissipated.
Handing half a piece of dough to the old Taoist, Zhang Junbao bowed and said, "Old Taoist, you eat first, and then I'll go pick some wild fruits."
It was midsummer. Zhang Junbao wandered around for half an hour and finally picked a dozen ripe mountain peaches, washed them with clean water and took them back.
At this time, the old Taoist priest had already eaten up all the noodles. When he saw that Zhang Junbao only brought peaches, he glared and said: "Your noodles are too dry? Do you want to choke me to death? Why don't you go get some water quickly?"
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Zhang Junbao just saw that the old Taoist not only forgot to drink water, but also forgot to put water in his gourd. Hearing this, he hurriedly took the gourd in his arm to find a water pool.
After going back and forth like this for seven or eight times, Zhang Junbao finally took good care of the old Taoist. At this time, he was very hungry, but the mountain peaches had been eaten up by the old Taoist. Although he was angry, he could not get angry. He just wanted to kill the old Taoist as soon as possible.
Send him back to his house and pick some fruits to eat.
"Old Taoist Priest, I will carry you back."
Zhang Junbao said and squatted down.
Zhang Junbao felt very relaxed during this trip. Although he was hungry, the old man became very light, as if he weighed only forty or fifty pounds.
After walking for a quarter of an hour, the two of them arrived at a pine forest in the back mountain. In front of the woods was a thatched cottage, and behind the thatched cottage was a pool. It was refreshing to watch the swaying blue shadows and sparkling waves.
Zhang Junbao put the old Taoist down and said, "Old Taoist, I'll take my leave now that you've arrived."
After saying that, he turned around and left. On the way down the mountain, he was really hungry. Zhang Junbao ran to the dangerous part of the mountain to look for mountain peaches. As soon as he picked two and ate them, Zhang Junbao suddenly saw a bright golden light emerging from the grass under the tree. He walked closer and pried them open.
What I saw on the lawn was a pile of gold, which was very eye-catching.
Zhang Junbao was very poor at this time and was about to go to Guo Jing. However, he looked at the gold and covered it with turf and loess again. He thought to himself: Can't I, a good man, still earn a living based on my skills? This gold is not good enough.
I don’t know who left it. Don’t take ill-gotten wealth and don’t be greedy...
After picking a few more mountain peaches, Zhang Junbao turned around and left. He first went to retrieve the iron bucket left by his teacher, and then carried it down the mountain.
After walking down the mountain and walking less than ten miles, Zhang Junbao suddenly saw two Taoists in their thirties and forties standing by the roadside, waiting with hands down.
After seeing him, the two Taoists actually bowed and saluted. Zhang Junbao hurriedly bowed and returned the salute, saying: "The two Taoist priests have offended this junior."
After getting up, the older Taoist asked: "Is your surname Zhang?"
Zhang Junbao nodded and said: "Junior Zhang Junbao, do you dare to ask me about my dharma title?"
"My name is Liu Lingtong."
"My name is Wang Linghao."
"It turned out to be Daochang Liu, Daochang Wang in person..."
Zhang Junbao hurriedly bowed to pay homage, and the two Taoists hurriedly returned the courtesy. Then Liu Lingtong said: "My master Sun, please come back to the mountain to talk to Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Junbao frowned and said: "To redeem myself for my stupidity, I don't remember recognizing Master Sun. Could it be the old Taoist priest just now?"
Liu Lingtong nodded and said: "Exactly, my Sun Zhenren is a Taoist friend of Emperor Qingxuan of the Quanzhen Sect. Although he is not ranked in the Quanzhen Sect's true biography, he is still in the Quanzhen Taoist lineage. He has been practicing in Zhongnan Mountain for many years, and I just met him.
You respect and love the elderly, you are kind-hearted, you see gold and don’t take it for yourself, and you are a true Taoist, so we have specially ordered you to go back."
Zhang Junbao didn't know how to deal with it for a moment, but Wang Linghao smiled and said: "Master Zhang, don't worry, our Master Sun is determined to pass on your mantle and teachings. He is superb in Taoism and mystical skills. He has been worried about not having any proud disciples for many years."
If you are able to see the Taoist teachings taught to you, it is because of destiny."
Zhang Junbao remembered that the old Taoist had tormented him just now, but now he realized that he was deliberately testing his true nature. He was filled with emotions, so he bowed and said: "In that case, please ask the two Taoists to take me to see Zhenren Sun."
Half an hour later, Zhang Junbao followed Er Dao back to the thatched cottage at the back of Zhongnan Mountain, where he saw the white-bearded old Taoist standing in front of the pool with a smile, waiting for him.
Zhang Junbao stepped forward and bowed: "This junior has met Master Sun."
Sun Desheng laughed, stroked his beard and said: "Good boy, I see that you are only fifteen or sixteen years old but lonely and helpless. However, not only do you have extremely good and upright martial arts, but what is more rare is that you are kind-hearted and your senior brother is an upright gentleman. I
I want to accept you as my disciple and teach you my lifelong magical skills and Taoism. I wonder if you are willing?"
After Sun Desheng finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Junbao with burning eyes.
Zhang Junbao thought about rushing to find Guo Jing, but he didn't know whether Guo Jing was willing to take him in. He was kicked in his heart. At this time, seeing Sun Desheng being so amiable and how close he was to Taoist practice, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "Disciple Zhang Junbao
, I pay my respects to my mentor, and I would like to thank my mentor for accepting me as a disciple and enlightening me on the great path."
Sun Desheng laughed, stepped forward to hold Zhang Junbao up, and said: "Your internal strength is very good, and you are also from our Taoist lineage, but you haven't practiced it well enough. I just tried it a little and you couldn't carry it, but finally you can't carry it."
The foundation is deep, and once I teach you the Nine Yin Divine Skills and the Quanzhen Mind Technique, you will be able to reach the ultimate level in less than ten years."
Zhang Junbao was extremely grateful, and then he realized why he was getting more and more tired while carrying his mentor up the mountain. It turned out that his mentor was testing his own skills.
Sun Desheng smiled and said: "Although Emperor Qingxuan and I are close Taoist friends, after all, I am not considered a true disciple in the Quanzhen Sect, and I have not yet entered the seniority. In terms of comparison, I can be regarded as a peer with Zhizi, but if I count with Qingxuan,
You have become a senior, so I accept you as my disciple. You are not considered a Quanzhen disciple, and you are not included in the seniority order of Quanzhen disciples. For the time being, you will be given the Taoist name Xu Bao. Later, when you have mastered your martial arts, you will open a sect in Zhongnan Mountain.
It also comes from the Taoist name."
Zhang Xubao knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciple understands."
Sun Desheng smiled and said: "Although I am not a true disciple, my Taoist skills and internal skills are not bad. I just don't like fists, kicks, and swordsmanship. I haven't learned it this time. The Quanzhen teacher has a great cause. Who can compete with Emperor Qingxuan when he comes out?"
No matter how talented he is, his style will always be overshadowed by him, but all those who are worthy of me want to make a difference and leave a legacy.
This is why the seven disciples of Quanzhen each established their own sects. I also want to leave a legacy, so I will test you more, just to pass on your legacy. Xubao's disciple is indeed the best in both talent and understanding.
You are a genius, the old Taoist accepts you as his disciple today, even if you die, you will have no worries..."
Sun Desheng took Zhang Xubao into the thatched cottage, and then carefully taught him the Yi Jin Bone Forging Seal.
After all, Zhang Xubao had a foundation in the Nine-Yang Divine Art, but he was able to master the Yi Jin Tong Bone Medal in just three months. The only difference was the long-term training time.
However, even though he had only practiced for three months, Zhang Xubao's internal strength had greatly increased. Sun Desheng was overjoyed and passed on the Quanzhenxin Dharma leader to Zhang Xubao to consolidate his foundation.
This time it took a little longer. It took Zhang Xubao two full years to practice the Quanzhen Heart Technique. After that, Sun Desheng passed on the Nine Yin Divine Technique and Xiantian Technique as well as many Taoist practices.
Zhang Xubao is worthy of being a rare genius in a century. In just five years, he learned and practiced the martial arts passed down by Sun Desheng. However, the Jiuyin Divine Kung Fu and Xiantian Kung Fu are still too advanced and he has not been able to practice the most profound mental skills.
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However, in more than five years, Zhang Xubao's internal strength has greatly improved, and his cultivation level has more than doubled. He gradually understood the supreme essence of Taoist Qi training, and gradually reached the state of sitting in the divine state.
At this time, Sun Desheng had already taught Zhang Xubao what he had learned throughout his life. Although Sun Desheng was limited by his qualifications and understanding and was unable to fully comprehend the Xuan Gong he had learned, he still gained many new insights.
Zhang Xubao inherited all of Sun Desheng's Xuan Gong mental skills and Taoist methods, and now he has transformed into a Taoist master who is considered to be rare in the Central Plains martial arts world. Whether it is martial arts cultivation or Taoist cultivation, he is comparable to the Quanzhen Sect.
The existence of the top masters of the Zi generation and the Xu Zi generation.
According to Sun Desheng's original words, among the thousands of true preachers in the Quanzhen Sect's Zixiao Palace and Yuqing Palace, none of those under the age of forty are as good as Zhang Xubao in internal energy and Taoism.
Among Taoists, Zhang Xubao can also be ranked in the top thirty.
Since the Quanzhen Sect now has thirty-six Mysterious Skills as the basis of its skills, the top magical skills include "Xiantian Gong", "Nine Yin Magic", "Yuqing Demon Slaying Sutra" and more than ten volumes, and the leader Yin Zhi
Only Chen Lingyun, the master of Zixiao Palace, and Yin Kexi, the master of Yuqing Palace, can practice the Taishi Sutra.
Not to mention that the martial arts of the three sect masters and palace masters have already reached the supreme realm of transcendence and sainthood, there are more than ten Taoists who have cultivated as great masters, and there are dozens more who have gradually reached the peak.
It can be said that after all the Quanzhen Seven Sons of the Quanzhen Sect became immortals and died, and Emperor Qingxuan and Lord Chilian Yuan lived in seclusion, the seniors with the supreme magical power and immortality were no longer there, but the overall strength did not decline, but instead increased a lot.
The Quanzhen Sect is an unshakable behemoth in the martial arts world.
Although Zhang Xubao has the foundation of Nine Yang Magic, he has grown into the number one among the younger generation in Quanzhen Sect in just over five years. It can be said that Sun Desheng has trained him well, and it also reflects Zhang Xubao's ability.
Qualifications and understanding are the best among the best.
It is now the late autumn of the 31st year of Zhaoguang's reign in the Song Dynasty. Zhongnan Mountain is awash in yellow and red, and the weather is getting colder day by day.
In the thatched hut on the back hill, Sun Desheng, with disheveled beard and hair and gray face, sat on a futon. He coughed slightly before raising his eyes to look at Zhang Xubao, who had grown into a tall young man in front of him.
"Master, you..." Zhang Xubao stepped forward with a distressed look on his face and was about to transfer his energy to heal the master's illness and injuries.
Sun Desheng broke away from Zhang Xubao's hand with a squeeze of his arm, and snorted coldly: "I am already ninety-three years old. If I were not profound in Xuan Gong and took too many spiritual pills given by Emperor Qingxuan in my early years, I would have turned into dust long ago.
, as long as you can’t cultivate to become an immortal like Qingxuan, birth, old age, illness and death are all common sense, how can you still not understand this?”
Zhang Xubao bowed and said: "Disciple knows, it's just...just..."
"Nothing just."
Sun Desheng sighed and ordered: "My life has been exhausted now. Your internal strength has already surpassed mine and is enough to start a sect. After my death, you will be the founder of the Zhongnan sect. In the future, you will
When the fame spreads all over the world, even if the old Taoist dies, he will still be honored..."
Zhang Xubao's eyes turned red and he said in a trembling voice: "Master...Master..."
"The Patriarch of the Chongyang Festival, uukanshu.com www.uukanshu.com, you have enlightened me in virtue and introduced me to the practice of Quanzhen. Today I have finally attained enlightenment. I only hope that I can follow the Patriarch after my death..."
Sun Desheng's voice became softer and softer, until finally there was no movement.
Zhang Xubao looked intently, only to see that his mentor's eyes were gray and lifeless. He stretched out his hand and felt that his body was cold. He no longer had a pulse or breath, and he was already dead.
Zhang Xubao fell in front of Sun Desheng and cried bitterly. Liu Lingtong, Wang Linghao and other Taoists who were waiting outside the thatched cottage also opened the door and came in, crying and bowing after asking.
After Zhang Xubao buried his mentor, he knew that his mentor was a Taoist friend of Emperor Qingxuan of the Quanzhen Sect. His status was respected and he had to go to Zixiao Palace to report to Master Yin.
So he ordered Liu Lingtong and others to guard the door, and he took the whisk sword given by Master Sun and hurried down the mountain.
He didn't want to disturb the situation in the world just by going down the mountain. Let's not talk about his chivalry. Zhang Xubao even met the Mingjiao masters who returned to the Central Plains. He even fought several times with Hou Qinghua, the 32nd generation leader of the Mingjiao, and formed a relationship.
It's like the red luan star moving, but it has a deep friendship that has a beginning but no end.
Later, by chance, I traveled to Taihua, Changbai, Baoji and other places. In Baoji, I saw a mountain with three peaks, tall and green. I also gained some understanding of martial arts and named myself Sanfeng. Later, I returned to Zhongnan Mountain and officially founded Zhongnan Wushu.