Time flies by on Wudang Mountain, and nine years pass in the blink of an eye.
In the early morning of this morning, Song Qingshu, who had grown from a yellow-haired child to a handsome young man, climbed out of bed early.
After going to the kitchen to pick up four heavy food boxes full of food, Song Qingshu immediately started running and followed the mountain path until he came to a slightly steep cliff.
The cliff is not high, and there is a beautiful valley below. From a distance, you can hear the sound of waterfalls. Song Qingshu put down the food box, skillfully untied a strong hemp rope from his waist and tied it to the edge of the cliff.
on a big tree.
He has the martial arts of Wudang Tiyunzong, and he is already very strong. With the help of this hemp rope, it is not difficult for him to climb steep cliffs.
After two trips back and forth, he easily delivered the four heavy food boxes to the bottom of the cliff.
Song Qingshu, who picked up the food box, slowed down, looked around, and slowly walked towards the waterfall. As expected, he found the familiar figure under the waterfall.
Meng Xiuyuan was seen sitting cross-legged on a flat boulder in front of the waterfall, holding his Dantian with both hands in front of his lower abdomen, obviously practicing Qigong.
The water under the waterfall is misty, and the flowers and plants around are fragrant. It is a moving scenery. Meng Xiuyuan has handsome features and an elegant temperament. Dressed in white and surrounded by flowers, it makes people feel fairy-like.
Song Qingshu stood there blankly, looking at Meng Xiuyuan without saying a word for a long time, his eyes filled with wonder.
But don't get me wrong, he didn't have any habit of cutting off his sleeves, what amazed him was Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts.
If you observe Meng Xiuyuan carefully, you can see that although he is sitting not far in front of the waterfall, his white clothes are completely dry and not wet at all. The waterfall flies down and falls on the bluestone, splashing water droplets
There were a lot of them, but as soon as they were about three inches away from Meng Xiuyuan, they were all changed in direction by an invisible airflow, turning into a trickle and flowing down around Meng Xiuyuan.
"Young Master Uncle's Xuanjia Kung is so powerful, it's simply amazing." Song Qingshu looked at Meng Xiuyuan and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
For more than nine years, Song Qingshu and his young uncle grew up together, which was really not easy. Whether he was practicing martial arts or reading and writing, his father Song Yuanqiao would always compare Meng Xiuyuan with him unconsciously.
He received a lot of scolding for nothing.
As mentioned before, Song Qingshu wanted to be competitive at first. After all, everyone was of the same age, and Meng Xiuyuan's talent in martial arts was far inferior to his, so he was definitely not convinced.
However, since the news spread in Wudang Mountain that Meng Xiuyuan was an internal genius even better than his master Zhang Zhenren, Song Qingshu no longer had this thought.
The following three generations of disciples, as well as the Taoist Taoist priests, all secretly said that the Eighth Master Uncle was a relegated immortal reviled by the Heavenly Court. He came to Wudang Mountain to be reincarnated and cultivate again, so he was able to practice so rapidly. Song Qingshu did not believe this mythical statement.
He only felt that Meng Xiuyuan was a genius that he would never be able to match in his lifetime.
But fortunately, Meng Xiuyuan, the eighth uncle, was very good to him. When he was not practicing, he would play games and kick ball with him, and tell him many magical stories, without any airs about him.
It can be said that Meng Xiuyuan almost single-handedly made Song Qingshu's originally boring childhood on Wudang Mountain more interesting.
It is precisely because of this that Song Qingshu's feelings for Meng Xiuyuan can be described as both admiration and kindness, and he has long lost any thoughts of jealousy. Ever since Meng Xiuyuan came to practice at this waterfall, he has taken the initiative to bring meals every day.
But in the past, he would put down his food box and leave quietly. Today, his father Song Yuanqiao had some news to convey to Meng Xiuyuan, so he stayed.
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Just when Song Qingshu was holding his breath and not daring to disturb him, he saw Meng Xiuyuan suddenly open his eyes, and his right hand that was originally holding a pill suddenly changed into a Taoist one-handed salute with thumb and index finger clasped in front of his chest.
The next moment, he swung his right palm diagonally downward, making no sound, and the lake surface three feet away suddenly surged violently. The water about a foot deep was pushed away by Meng Xiuyuan's palm force, and suddenly a large millstone appeared.
The palm prints remain motionless on the water.
After a few breaths, Meng Xiuyuan took a deep breath and resumed his posture of sitting cross-legged holding the elixir, and the lake water returned to calm.
"Uncle Junior!" Song Qingshu, who was watching from the side, was so excited when he saw this strange scene that he couldn't help but shout out.
"Qingshu, why are you here..." Meng Xiu pointed his head slightly, then leisurely floated down from the bluestone.
"Little uncle, why am I here? In the past, I was the one who brought you most of the food.
It's just that you are focused on practicing, and I have never dared to disturb you."
"Really...I didn't pay much attention." Meng Xiuyuan looked indifferent as he thought about the year he spent practicing in this waterfall and pool.
Song Qingshu didn't notice anything unusual about him, he just felt that this young martial uncle had become stupid after practicing alone for a long time.
"Little Master Uncle, I say your air-shaking palm is so powerful! Wow, with one palm passed, you can actually make such a big palm print on the water..." Song Qingshu helped Meng Xiuyuan take the food and plates from the food box
Taking it out, he gestured with Meng Xiuyuan's palm technique just now and said.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he stopped thinking about those unhappy things and picked up Kuaizi and said:
"What's so great about it? I can't get good at it.
After practicing this air-shaking palm to a high depth, the palm power should be concentrated but not sluggish. When slapped on the water, it should be just a palm print the size of a normal palm. Although the palm print like mine is large, the water it displaces is not deep enough. It is the strength of the palm that
Too scattered performance.
When facing an enemy, it's okay if you encounter someone with low kung fu, but you will suffer a loss if you encounter an expert."
Song Qingshu's excitement was not affected by Meng Xiuyuan's words, and he still said with great joy:
"Young uncle, you are too humble. I'm afraid even my father can't stop your slap...
By the way, your Xuanjia Gong is so airtight.
I had only heard the name "Xuanjia Kung" from my father before, and thought it was an external body-protecting kung fu like the Shaolin Temple's Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu, but I didn't expect that it actually uses the inner energy to release the body to protect the body. It's amazing!"
Speaking of where he started, Song Qingshu casually picked up a peanut from the plate at hand and flicked it toward Meng Xiuyuan. Sure enough, as soon as the peanut came close to three inches in front of Meng Xiuyuan, who was immersed in cooking, he was suddenly hit by an invisible air flow.
He veered slightly and flew around Meng Xiuyuan towards his side and behind him.
"Don't make trouble. Don't you know that every grain of peanut is hard work? If you want to let senior brother know that you are wasting food like this, it's time to scold you." Meng Xiuyuan stretched out his palm and sucked it, and the peanuts returned to his hand obediently.
"My Xuanjia Gong is also lacking a lot of strength.
Master once said that this skill is easy to practice but difficult to master, and there are many things that can be explored.
I estimate that I have to practice kung fu to the point where I can sit directly under a large waterfall with a height of tens of meters without getting my clothes wet by the water. I am still far from it.
In terms of actual combat, my current Mysterious Armor Kung Fu can at best prevent some flying hidden weapons. If someone who knows kung fu comes up close and hits me with a fist, palm, or sword, I may not be able to completely defend against it.
Compared with the masters of the Shaolin Temple who are proficient in the indestructible magical art of Vajra, my defensive ability of the Xuanjia Gong is still lagging behind in some aspects."
As Meng Xiuyuan talked, he felt a little annoyed.
In recent years, in addition to practicing Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu, he has only practiced three Kung Fus: Zhenkong Palm, Xuanjia Kung Fu and Tiyun Zong, but he is not proficient in any of them, which is really embarrassing.
Song Qingshu, who was opposite him, didn't think so at all. Instead, he said with envy:
"Uncle Master is worthy of being the most beloved disciple of Grand Master. I heard from my father that in order to create these two martial arts, Grand Master spent three years in seclusion and thought hard before he achieved anything..."
"Qingshu, why are you talking so hard? If you want to learn the Sky Shock Palm and Xuanjia Kung Fu, I'll teach you. Master didn't say that this skill can't be taught to others...
The Zhenkong Palm was modified by Master from the Zhenshan Palm of our Wudang Sect, while the Xuanjia Kung Fu is easy to get started with, and it is not considered a difficult martial art.
You have a foundation in Wudang martial arts and your understanding is higher than mine, so there is no way you can't learn it."
Meng Xiuyuan gnawed on the chicken leg and glanced at Song Qingshu with a smile.
My senior brother only has such a son. Although Meng Xiuyuan is about the same age as him physically, he has already regarded him as his junior in his heart. The senior brother has taken great care of Meng Xiuyuan over the years, and he has passed on his son some
Martial arts is nothing.
But when Song Qingshu heard that Meng Xiuyuan wanted to teach him martial arts, his face turned bitter, his eyes unconsciously looked to the side, and he said resentfully:
"Forget it, little uncle, this is a martial art created by Grand Master just for you. Even if others learn it, they won't be able to use it.
My father said that in order to use these two sets of martial arts, you need extremely deep internal strength as a backing. Even if he wanted to use it himself, he would have to practice hard for another twenty years to develop his internal strength.
Dad said that my progress in internal strength is not as good as when he was young. If you think so, if I want to use your two sets of skills, I will have to wait until I am 70 or 80 years old..."
When Meng Xiuyuan heard the words, he felt mixed feelings in his heart.
Qingshu, you don't know how much suffering I have suffered in order to develop this internal strength.
However, it was not easy to say this in person, so Meng Xiuyuan just smiled and shook his head.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu was now sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was still an active and lively young man. He didn't dwell on this matter too much. Instead, he chatted with Meng Xiuyuan about the wonderful battle he had with the Taoist boys and servants yesterday when they played football. In the blink of an eye,
I just forgot about martial arts.
After saying this for a while, Meng Xiuyuan stuffed all the food in the four large food boxes into his stomach.
"Okay, okay, I'm going to practice. Qingshu, you should go back early..."
Meng Xiuyuan, who was full, rudely ordered Song Qingshu to be kicked out, telling him not to delay his practice.
"Oh, okay, I'll leave first, little master uncle." Song Qingshu had long been accustomed to the temperament of Meng Xiuyuan, a martial arts fanatic. He quickly packed up his things and walked back the way he had come with his food box.
But as soon as he took two steps, Song Qingshu remembered that he was chatting so happily that he almost forgot about the real thing, so he quickly turned around and said:
"By the way, little Master Uncle, the reason why I disturbed your practice today is because Daddy asked me to remind you that Grand Master's 100th birthday will be in four days. The Second Master Uncle also picked up the Fifth Master Uncle and his wife a few days ago.
Wudang Mountain
If you are unable to practice your "Pure Yang Wuji Kung" for the time being, just put it aside for a while..."
"What, is the day coming so soon?" Meng Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this and felt that time really flew by.
The story of this era is finally about to officially begin.