On Wudang Mountain, in the open space in front of the Zixiao Palace, there was an adult and two children standing.
The sky is clear and the breeze is cool, which is the most suitable weather for practicing martial arts.
Today is Meng Xiuyuan's first time practicing martial arts since becoming a disciple of Wudang, so he is naturally very excited.
What he didn't expect was that the first step in his long journey to martial arts didn't seem to be very smooth.
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"How's it going, little junior brother? Did you see my moves clearly? Is there anything I didn't write down?"
Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan with kind and friendly eyes, but what he said was incomprehensible.
You must know that just now, Song Yuanqiao said that today he would teach him the introductory Kung Fu of the Wudang Sect, the Thirty-Two Movements of Wudang Changquan. He also said that the boxing routine was very simple, so that he could learn it without any stress.
But as soon as the teaching started, Song Yuanqiao seemed to be a different person. Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and punched the Wudang fist three times from beginning to end.
There was no pause to break down the movements, nor was there any explanation of each move. As soon as the moves stopped, I turned around and asked if I had written them down.
Who remembers this?
Meng Xiuyuan didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart that Song Yuanqiao was too bad at teaching his disciples. Can he really learn kung fu well under his hands?
But now that he has started to teach, Meng Xiuyuan cannot say that he is not learning, so he can only think of how to remind Song Yuanqiao tactfully and ask him to improve his "teaching level" a little.
But before he could say the words he had arranged, Song Qingshu, who was about six or seven years old next to him, couldn't help but speak first and replied in a showy way:
"Father, I remember, I remember everything!"
Song Yuanqiao looked at the proud look on his son's face and felt very unhappy. He immediately put away the smile he had shown when facing Meng Xiuyuan, and instead scolded him coldly:
“What’s the point of being proud of something that’s useless?
It’s just the Thirty-Two-Strength Changquan that I must learn as a Wudang disciple. I’ve done it three times. Isn’t it amazing that I’ve memorized the moves?
Look at your junior uncle, who is the same age as you. Is he as proud as you?
Learn from others, how can you match such a pampering attitude?"
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Song Qingshu's face immediately disappeared. He pursed his lips and lowered his head, not daring to look at his angry father.
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath and felt a little satisfied, feeling that his son knew he was wrong.
But what Song Yuanqiao didn't know was that the person who was hurt the most after what he said just now was actually not Song Qingshu, but Meng Xiuyuan, who he had just called "favourable and humiliating" because he was in a daze.
At first, when Meng Xiuyuan heard Song Qingshu say that he had memorized the entire set of boxing techniques, he thought that the child was dishonest and bragging in order to be praised by his father.
But he didn't expect that Song Yuanqiao not only had no suspicion, but said it was nothing and disliked his son for being too ostentatious.
The impact of information contained in these words made Meng Xiuyuan feel dizzy for a moment.
Just when Meng Xiuyuan still had doubts in his heart and felt that there was some misunderstanding in this matter, Song Yuanqiao suddenly spoke to Song Qingshu again:
"Qingshu, please type it carefully and show it to me. I want to see how well you remember it. How dare you get so carried away."
Song Qingshu may have been used to Song Yuanqiao's harsh education, so he didn't dare to say much. He cupped his fists and bowed to Song Yuanqiao and Meng Xiuyuan, then turned around and walked away a few steps to make room for him to start boxing.
Then, Meng Xiuyuan was convinced.
This set of Wudang Changquan has a total of thirty-two movements, and Song Qingshu actually performed it from beginning to end.
And although his boxing technique is not as strong and strong as Song Yuanqiao's, in Meng Xiuyuan's view, it can be regarded as correct and smooth, and it doesn't look like he is a beginner at all.
If it weren't for his trust in Song Yuanqiao's character, Meng Xiuyuan would even doubt that the father and son were deliberately cooperating to act like him.
"Father, how was my practice?" The child's emotions came and went quickly. After a set of punches, Song Qingshu became emotionally high again and asked Song Yuanqiao excitedly.
Song Yuanqiao did not reprimand him this time, but directly started to demonstrate all the deficiencies in his entire set of boxing techniques.
Song Qingshu nodded repeatedly and thoughtfully, while Meng Xiuyuan on the side couldn't understand anything because he didn't even memorize the basic routines, so he could only pretend to be calm.
For a long time, Song Yuanqiao was halfway through teaching Song Qingshu. He was afraid of neglecting Meng Xiuyuan, so he simply stopped and let Xiao Qingshu practice by himself first, then turned back to Meng Xiuyuan and asked:
"I was delayed by calling that useless thing just now, but I haven't asked clearly yet. Junior brother, have you clearly memorized this set of Wudang Changquan?
You don’t need to think too much. If you don’t understand clearly, you can tell me immediately. It’s your first time learning, and you must lay a solid foundation.”
Compared to when he was teaching Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was much more pleasant in front of Meng Xiuyuan, and his attitude was very patient. If someone who didn't know about it saw it, they would only think that Meng Xiuyuan was his biological child.
But the more he acted like this, the more guilty Meng Xiuyuan felt. The cold sweat on his back flowed down unconsciously.
But since Song Yuanqiao asked, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't lie, so he could only answer with a blushing face:
"Senior brother, I...I didn't see it clearly. I only remembered the five or six trends in front..."
"What? Ahem...cough, it doesn't matter, little junior brother. Since you didn't see clearly, senior brother will slowly type it twice to show you..."
Song Yuanqiao was shocked when he heard this, but he was usually a calm and modest person. In order to take care of Meng Xiuyuan's emotions, he did not show his surprise, but immediately said that he would fight twice more.
But then, something even more embarrassing happened.
Song Yuanqiao demonstrated the Wudang Changquan four or five times. Song Qingshu had already memorized the moves and started doing them on his own, but Meng Xiuyuan still couldn't memorize all the moves.
As a teacher, Song Yuanqiao looked kind and patient, but as a learner, Meng Xiuyuan felt very stressed.
"Senior Brother, does our Wudang Changquan have a boxing manual... Why don't you give me the boxing manual and I can study it myself first." When Song Yuanqiao patiently started to explain each movement to Meng Xiuyuan,
Meng Xiuyuan's thin skin couldn't stand it any longer, so he asked in a low voice.
"This Wudang Changquan is a very simple introductory technique, so I never thought of recording it in the book. Junior brother, if you want it...
Ah, no, junior brother, it doesn't matter, you don't have to be discouraged. If you can't remember it for a while, I will explain it to you in detail, and you will eventually remember it." Song Yuanqiao saw the embarrassed expression on Meng Xiuyuan's face, and he said it halfway
Change your words quickly.
"Elder brother, there are so many things in Wudang that you need to worry about, so don't spend too much time on these things. Since there is no boxing manual, I have memorized it from Qingshu, so I will just ask him to explain it to me.
"
Meng Xiuyuan looked up and saw that the sun was already high in the sky. It was obviously close to noon, so he couldn't help but persuade him.
"How can that be done? Qingshu is just a beginner, how can he tell you anything? Junior brother, before he left, the master specifically told me to take good care of you, so how can I break my promise?"
Song Yuanqiao rejected Meng Xiuyuan's proposal on the spot.
"It's okay, senior brother. Didn't you just say that this is an entry-level boxing and kicking skill, and even if you practice it wrong, nothing will go wrong.
Besides, even if I really made a mistake in my practice, wouldn't it be nice if you could correct me tomorrow?" Meng Xiuyuan continued to persuade, he was really embarrassed to waste the other person's time with this kind of thing.
"This... okay. Junior brother, you should familiarize yourself with the routine first. I will correct your shortcomings in detail tomorrow, so that you can lay a solid foundation." Song Yuanqiao did have a lot of things to be busy with today. After Meng Xiuyuan said this,
I also felt a little relieved.
He then turned to look at Song Qingshu and said sternly: "Qingshu, we must practice this Wudang Changquan with your eighth uncle, and we must not neglect your eighth uncle, do you understand?!"
"Yes, Qingshu understands..." Song Qingshu was frightened by his father's shouting, and quickly nodded in agreement.
After Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, he felt a little uneasy, and after repeated warnings twice, he rushed towards the main hall, leaving only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu here.
Then, the whole place became quiet.
Song Qingshu just huffed and puffed while practicing his boxing alone, not talking to Meng Xiuyuan, while Meng Xiuyuan also watched silently, forcing himself to memorize the moves and routines of this boxing technique.
It wasn't until there was a trend that was a bit complicated that Meng Xiuyuan read it twice but still couldn't remember it clearly, so he spoke:
"Qingshu, can you do this move again? Slow down, I didn't see it clearly..."
Song Qingshu sighed, snorted coldly, and looked at Meng Xiuyuan with sideways eyes.
There is a saying that he is very unconvinced with Meng Xiuyuan. Why should he call him Uncle Meng Xiuyuan when everyone is six or seven years old? He is a generation younger.
But recalling what his father said before leaving, Song Qingshu finally shrank his head and swallowed back the cruel words that were about to reach his lips.
"Yes~Uncle Master~~"
Song Qingshu was reluctant and reluctant when his master called him, but he still obeyed the instructions obediently.
Naturally, Meng Xiuyuan wouldn't care about this. He was still focused on Kung Fu, and he had no Kung Fu to fight with children.
So just like this, one of the two people taught and the other learned, until before lunch, Meng Xiuyuan finally learned this set of Wudang Changquan completely.
"Stop fighting, I'm tired, I'm going to eat!" Song Qingshu, who had been ordered by Meng Xiuyuan for half the morning, simply stopped and walked towards the kitchen.
"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, Qingshu." Meng Xiuyuan was still thinking about how to use this move and how to take that step, so he didn't say anything more to Song Qingshu. He just raised his head and said hello, and then devoted himself again.
He started practicing boxing.
Song Qingshu took a few steps, but secretly turned back, glanced sideways at Meng Xiuyuan, his eyes were filled with disdain and some jealousy, and he murmured to himself.
"Hmph! Isn't he just an orphan picked up from the mountain by his great master? He was lucky enough to become his master, and he really regarded himself as his little master uncle.
I don’t know what kind of ecstasy drug he gave to his great master and father, but they all only treated him well, holding them like a treasure all day long.
I heard that his face looks very similar to that of Guo Xiang, a heroine from the Emei sect... But what's the use? A good-looking face is not good for martial arts training.
Haha, I finally let the news slip out today. It turns out that I am just a straw bag with a wooden head.
Just wait, in a few days my father will definitely ask the two of us to compete with each other. When the time comes, my master and my father will be able to tell at a glance which of us is more powerful!"