Zheng Xiaoshan was about to return the Crescent Jade Pendant to Lan Lan, when a dazzling black light suddenly burst out from her hand.
The jade pendant gradually melted and sank into his palm.
"Hold the grass! What is this?"
Zheng Xiaoshan was stunned.
He tried to pull the crescent jade pendant out of his palm, but felt a sharp pain.
It doesn't matter if it hurts, you can just dig it out with a knife.
What a man, can't you bear this little pain?
He was born at the bottom of Chinatown. In order to survive, he practiced stealing with three hands. His little finger and index finger were broken countless times. If it weren't for the ancestral bruise medicine sent by a fellow villager, he would have been disabled long ago!
Zheng Xiaoshan is also stubborn.
How can a broken jade pendant compete with a great man like him?
The problem was that Zheng Xiaoshan found that the harder he exerted force, the deeper the jade pendant sank.
By the end, the jade pendant had completely disappeared, and a trace similar to a crescent moon tattoo appeared in the palm of his hand.
Zheng Xiaoshan gritted his teeth and felt a pain in his face.
He was wrong in this matter, and he must accept the punishment if he is wrong.
He was going to go back and wake up Lan Lan.
As soon as I walked to the front desk, my cell phone suddenly rang.
"What's up?"
On the other end of the phone, he only said one sentence. Zheng Xiaoshan suddenly changed color and his eyes were bloodshot: "Fuck! Dare you attack my wife? I will kill him!"
"Has anyone been caught?"
"Nothing happened? That's good! That's good!"
"Keep an eye on this little calf! I'm going to castrate him!"
After hesitating for a while, Zheng Xiaoshan left a note for Lan Lan at the front desk, wrote down his contact information, and then left here and went straight to San Francisco.
…
Huaguo, Northern Hubei Province, a few miles away from Wudang Mountain, in a small mountain called Xuanyue.
Several huts are scattered in the mountains.
At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, there are no birds chirping everywhere, snow is falling in the sky, plum blossoms are blooming proudly, and their faint fragrance lingers.
A middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, with a cyan belt tied around his waist. His long hair was not messy, he had a pair of majestic brown-black eyes, and he was dressed in an ancient style.
He has a burly body, a ruddy complexion, and bulging temples, making him look very energetic.
This person's name is Yue Zhuoran, and he is the leader of the Xuanyue Tai Chi lineage.
He stood in the cold wind and looked at the distant sky with emotion.
"Why……"
Yue Zhuoran sighed.
My life has been really bad in the past few decades.
Mr. Jin wrote the book "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" back then. Because of one of the villains, Yin Zhiping, the dragon knight, Yin Zhiping, the sixth generation master of Quanzhen Taoism in Lingxu Temple, was scolded by many people to the point where his body was completely damaged and even his clothes and tombs were removed.
They were spat on and filthy by many tourists.
However, the real Yin Zhiping in history led others to do good throughout his life, accumulated meritorious deeds, and self-denial to help others.
Zhenren Yin's name was inexplicably smeared after his death. Can Lingxu Guan tolerate it?
Obviously not.
Lingxu Guan manipulated public opinion and forced Mr. Jin to apologize.
But what about him?
Huashan Mountain has become a tourist attraction, and the Xuanyue Mountain Tai Chi lineage has few connections and its inheritance is almost cut off.
Even though he was often secretly ridiculed as a "hypocrite", there was nothing he could do about comparing himself to a novel character.
It's a pity that he has lived upright all his life and sat up straight. When he was born, Mr. Jin had not even started writing the novel!
In a humble position, Yue Zhuoran only has the title of leader, but there is not even a single capable person in the sect.
If you want money, you won’t have money; if you want power, you won’t have power.
He had no intention of studying the group of Taoists in Lingxu, he just wanted to calm down, teach his disciples well, and let the Xuanyue Tai Chi lineage carry forward the name of national martial arts in a few decades.
This is his only hope.
Thinking of this, Yue Zhuoran sighed and smiled bitterly.
After the blood moon, the global myth comes and the extraordinary appears.
Even if you practice boxing for half your life, you may not be able to defeat a "supernatural person" who has just awakened.
It is said that boxing is afraid of young people.
And those who have awakened their infinite cells are fast and their punches are terrifyingly powerful!
During this period, more and more young people come to visit the gym and say they want to "fight against counterfeiting and spread martial arts".
What a pity!
His lineage of Xuanyue Tai Chi is a national martial art, and it is completely different from Nao Shizi's Chuan Wu!
It's a pity that no one is willing to listen to Yue Zhuoran's explanation.
What is even more regrettable is that the eldest disciple Zhuang Xiurui did not listen to the advice and went abroad to pursue the so-called freedom and metropolitan life.
Now, Yue Zhuoran can only face the challenges on his own...
"Master! Grandmaster Zhang of Longteng Mountain has sent you a letter!"
A young apprentice took a piece of A4 paper that had just been printed and handed it to Yue Zhuoran.
Yue Zhuoran rubbed the bright points of his eyes, and his eyes fell on this piece of paper.
"Is this...an invitation letter from Senior Zhang?"
Yue Zhuoran read the letter carefully twice.
"Bai Yun, a genius once seen in a thousand years... will definitely become Bodhidharma, Zhang Sanfeng is the best..."
"...Dr. Yan Anqing suggested..."
""Standard Training Program for Extraordinary Persons"...data collection...review..."
"Work together to revive the national martial arts..."
His long hair and eyebrows were covered with snow, but his palms felt hot!
finally!
Finally see hope!
The higher authorities are beginning to support these forgotten old guys!
Yue Zhuoran debuted twenty years later than Grandmaster Zhang Qianqiu, so he was not considered a peer, but Grandmaster Zhang always treated him with courtesy and helped him develop his status as a figurehead.
Now that Zhang Qianqiu spoke, Yue Zhuoran had no idea of shirk.
The two mountains, Longteng Mountain and Xuanyue Mountain, are connected by the same spirit and support each other, so they are both deserted.
During this period, Zhang Qianqiu returned to his old age and became famous all over the country, even overseas. Many good young people who wanted to practice martial arts flocked to him.
Scenes from that year all came to mind.
When Yue Zhuoran had just inherited the position of master of Xuanyue Tai Chi, he accepted his first disciple, Zhuang Xiurui, and he was so high-spirited that he spent two months of incense money in exchange for a "tablet computer", which he wanted to give to his first disciple Zhuang Xiurui as a meeting gift.
At that time, Yue Zhuoran thought a lot.
How to teach your disciples to practice martial arts, how to teach them the wisdom of life, how to shape their good character...
Everything is taken care of, and almost all the effort has been put into it.
It's a pity that Zhuang Xiurui has a different temperament. He doesn't like to read comic books and cartoons. He has loved gambling with others since he was a child, and he is good at everything from throwing dice to playing cards.
I want to change this disciple's hobby, but I don't know how to do it.
All the earnest words and sincerity fell on deaf ears.
All the careful preparations went to waste.
So Yue Zhuoran endured his heartache, went to Longteng Mountain, and gave the gift to the little guy named Ying Kai.
Now that I think about it carefully, the personalities of Ying Kai and his eldest disciple are somewhat similar, but they seem to be fundamentally different.
Fortunately, both little guys have awakened their infinite cells, and they don't know what their future will be like or whether they can still see their old bones.
Yue Zhuoran folded the invitation twice and hid it close to his body.
He has made up his mind.
I must leave and go to the capital!
There are many projects that can be supported by the above, but the first thing is to achieve results.
I heard from several registered disciples that a few years ago, e-sports won the championship at the Asian Games, and the higher authorities began to support e-sports projects. Later, they gave up support after the performance was not good.
If Chinese martial arts wants to be revived, it must step on the corpses of other schools.
Taekwondo, karate, judo...
That is a predictably thorny road.
Yue Zhuoran could not take even one step back.
At an old age, it is impossible for a young man to talk about being broken into pieces and going up mountains of swords and seas of fire.
He will prove his ideas with actions.
The unity of knowledge and action is the true nature of a hero!
Faced with heavy responsibility, Yue Zhuoran, the head of Xuanyue Taiji...
Do your part!
On second thought, Yue Zhuoran's heroic spirit froze and he felt uneasy when he thought of the young man in the summons who was praised so highly by Grandmaster Zhang that he had everything in heaven and earth.
He knew very well that even though he was dozens of years older, in the eyes of high-level nobles, ten thousand of him might not be as good as that young man named Yan Anqing.
"I don't know how much of the rumors about Yan Anqing are true and how false?"
(In this chapter, the first is the ending, the second is the foreshadowing, the third is the transition, and the fourth is the expansion. The plot seems relatively flat. Ran Lengguang is not very satisfied with it himself. He has revised it repeatedly and still feels it is not good enough. Please forgive me!)