At this point, Meng Xiuyuan fully understood the master's intention.
Zhang Sanfeng used Tai Chi to organize what he had learned throughout his life and integrate it, so that he finally condensed his own martial arts artistic conception.
It can be said that it has broken through a great realm and opened up a new world of martial arts.
With such a good thing, the old man is naturally thinking about his little apprentice.
So he secretly pondered the characteristics of Meng Xiuyuan's past martial arts, tried his best to put himself in Meng Xiuyuan's position, and then relied on his advantage in the realm at this time to polish a set of Tai Chi for Meng Xiuyuan that was unique to him.
This "privately customized" version of Tai Chi is not only a martial arts, but also a set of exercises and a teaching tool that guides Meng Xiuyuan to work towards the "martial arts conception".
"It's a pity that although you were enlightened in your kung fu by me, in the ten years since you came down from the mountain, you have also learned and created many new things.
After all, I can't completely replace you and help you integrate the martial arts you have learned.
Furthermore, this Tai Chi was originally created based on my own martial arts philosophy. As a foundation, it is somewhat inconsistent with your martial arts philosophy.
I'm afraid that the boxing technique I created for you will hardly allow you to touch the threshold directly, and at most it can only help you give you some directions."
Having said this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
After practicing martial arts to the level he and Meng Xiuyuan were, it was more about self-understanding and self-breakthrough. Even if he gave Meng Xiuyuan some pointers from a higher level perspective, he couldn't do much.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he did not feel disappointed. Instead, he smiled and said to Zhang Sanfeng:
"Master, I am no longer a child, so I don't need to teach you anything.
It would be great if this boxing technique can lead me to experience the so-called "artistic conception". If it doesn't, it is also of great significance.
After all, do you know what is the most critical point in accomplishing a difficult and arduous task?"
"Oh, what is it?"
Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but smile when he heard that this young apprentice actually talked to him about the principles of life, and asked humbly.
"The most important thing is to know that there is a chance that this can be done."
Meng Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said seriously.
"There's a chance it can be done..."
Zhang Sanfeng thought about it secretly and then nodded, feeling that what Meng Xiuyuan said was indeed reasonable.
When the road reaches the end, it is easy to be confused and wandering. At this time, the precise message from others that "there is still a road ahead" is of course very precious.
"Besides, Master, when we said goodbye last time, didn't you just say that the paths we take are inherently different.
You have gained a lot in the past few years, but I have not wasted my time..."
After saying that, Meng Xiuyuan did not explain much, replaced words with actions, and immediately entered the state of "compressed Qi".
After shouting "Ha", Meng Xiuyuan's hair and clothes were blown up by the true energy. Then he suddenly slapped his right palm forward, and he slapped the outside of the courtyard from a distance of three to four feet.
There are more than ten green bamboos connected to one piece.
"The "Air Shock Palm" is so powerful. When I created this skill, I didn't expect it to have such an effect.
Is your method of compressing true energy a success?"
Hearing the "clicking" sound of breaking, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help being surprised and happy when he saw the broken bamboo flying everywhere.
In terms of the power of his moves alone, Meng Xiuyuan at this time has far exceeded the limit he can achieve.
It can be said that just like his "martial arts conception", he has also broken through the highest martial arts achievements in the world and entered a new world.
Meng Xiuyuan was very happy when he heard his master's praise, but he was pragmatic and shook his head:
“It can’t be considered a success, it can only be said that we have some clues.
If you look at the energy bursting out of my pores, you will know how much energy this move consumes.
Although it is powerful, it cannot be used frequently and can only be used occasionally as a means of explosion."
Every time Meng Xiuyuan used this technique of compressing his true energy, his hair would fly and his clothes would fly. Naturally, he didn't do it intentionally just to look cool.
In fact, this is a sign that he has not practiced his kung fu well enough.
In order to compress the true gas to a liquid state in a short period of time, it is necessary to use the true gas to accumulate and collide with each other.
When the pores cannot be completely closed, part of the true energy is compressed into the Dantian, and naturally part of it is squeezed out of the body and escapes.
Momentum is conserved and the effects of forces are mutual. It can only be said that these physical laws also apply to the practice of internal strength.
"It's already very good. I think there is no one else in this world who can use such a powerful move as yours.
If this palm strikes, unless the opponent dodges in time, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he will either die or be injured.
When we travel in the rivers and lakes, it is different from marching and fighting.
This move consumes more energy, so it’s not a problem.”
Zhang Sanfeng was very satisfied with his apprentice's progress in kung fu and did not hesitate to praise him verbally.
According to him, although Meng Xiuyuan's move is not perfect, it is enough for people in the martial arts competition.
But after Meng Xiuyuan heard the words, he just felt a pain point, and he smiled helplessly and shook his head.
He had just suffered a loss because of this and learned a profound lesson.
If there were no such shortcomings, the battle between him and Wang Baobao on the Guangmingding Mountain Road would have been much easier, without the need for such careful calculations, and he would not have pushed himself to such an extreme situation in the end.
"Xiuyuan, you look like this, but what happened?"
Zhang Sanfeng saw something profound in Meng Xiuyuan's expression, so he asked warmly.
"Master, you have been in seclusion all year round, so you may not know something.
Today, the world is in chaos, rebels are rising everywhere, and the Yuan Dynasty is almost exhausted. It is a good time to fight against the Yuan Dynasty.
We Jianghu people may also have to participate in the military battle..."
With that said, Meng Xiuyuan simply started from the beginning and briefly told Zhang Sanfeng about the six major factions' siege on Guangmingding.
Among them, before the Yuan army appeared, Meng Xiuyuan used force to mediate the dispute between the six major sects and the Mingjiao. Zhang Sanfeng seemed quite calm when he heard it. At most, he occasionally gently reminded Meng Xiuyuan to be more polite to the elders of the five major sects in the future.
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But in the middle of the story, when Wang Baobao led thousands of troops to attack Guangmingding, Master Zhang's face immediately became serious.
With such experience, how could he not know the disadvantages faced by people in the martial arts world when faced with military formations?
Later, when Meng Xiuyuan talked about how he left the rear behind and blocked thousands of troops with one man and one sword on the narrow mountain road, Zhang Sanfeng's brows became more and more frowned, and his eyes were full of reproach when he looked at Meng Xiuyuan.
Meng Xiuyuan, a favored young disciple, rarely saw his master treat him like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
So in the end, when Meng Xiuyuan talked about how he instantly killed seven of the enemy's top masters and penetrated the enemy's formation to capture the general, he almost didn't dare to look up at his master's expression.
After the words fell for a long time, Zhang Sanfeng on the other side did not say anything.
When Meng Xiu saw this, although he was nervous, he couldn't help but look at it.
Unexpectedly, the scene before him was somewhat unexpected.
Master Zhang Zhenren's face no longer looked angry and blaming. On the contrary, his eyes looking at Meng Xiuyuan were full of admiration:
"Not bad.
That kid who was the size of a pea in those days, in a blink of an eye, he really became a figure who served the country and the people like the great hero Guo did back then.
Xiuyuan, you did a good job."
Meng Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, then smiled, shook his head, and said calmly:
"Master, please stop flattering me.
I dare not say that I am serving the country and the people, let alone be compared with the great hero Guo Jing.
All I ask for is peace of mind."
Zhang Sanfeng's expression became more kind upon hearing this, he stood up and came to Meng Xiuyuan, patted his shoulder and said:
"No matter what the reason is, just do good deeds that benefit the people of the world.
But there is one thing you must remember clearly and don’t forget…”
As he said this, Zhang Sanfeng rolled up his sleeves and showed off his strong forearms regardless of his master's demeanor:
"When you are acting outside, there is no need to worry about others using the Wu-Tang Clan to threaten you.
Although Master is old, he is not so old that he cannot move his hands and feet.
If there are any enemies that are difficult to deal with, there is no need to worry.
Come back and tell me, let's go into battle together as master and disciple."
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For several days after this master-disciple conversation, Meng Xiuyuan kept himself locked in his room and did not show up.
Everyone in the Wudang Sect is very busy. Everyone is in a hurry and trying to pack up the things at hand.
The reason is because of Meng Xiuyuan's plan to migrate his disciples to the Kunlun Green Valley.
Although it was only the words of Meng Xiuyuan's family, the second-generation disciples headed by Song Yuanqiao were still willing to believe Meng Xiuyuan's opinions and started to prepare for this "big move" with great efforts.
After all, even if it were not to avoid the Yuan court's army surrounding the mountain, the "spiritual fish" and "spiritual fruit" in the green valley were still excellent things.
For martial arts practitioners, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a natural treasure, so it is natural to make use of it.
In fact, without too much explanation, these three generations of disciples have long been yearning for the mysterious Kunlun Green Valley.
Because everyone can see that Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao, who returned from the green valley, have obviously made rapid progress in their kung fu in the past five years, widening the gap between them and the other three generations of disciples.
This is a living sign, no one can help but believe it.
Therefore, under Song Yuanqiao's plan, most of the more than 100 third-generation disciples on Wudang Mountain were assigned to Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting.
Led by the three of them, they planned to go down to Wudang Mountain in batches at night, pretending to be like escorts from an ordinary escort agency, and march in the direction of Kunlun Mountain in a low-key manner.
Song Yuanqiao was left alone on the mountain, along with a group of Taoist priests and Taoist servants to serve Master Zhang Sanfeng and support the Wudang Sect's facade.
Under such circumstances, there are naturally many things that need to be planned in advance, and it will inevitably take some time.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened at this time.
"Father, something happened!"
Song Yuanqiao was directing everyone to work in the Zixiao Palace when he suddenly heard Song Qingshu's slightly anxious voice coming from outside the palace. When he heard the sound, he immediately frowned and scolded his son who was using Qinggong to rush into the palace door:
"Okay, I heard it. What kind of behavior is it like to yell and scream?!
Didn't I tell you that you should deal with things calmly?
No matter what situation you encounter, you must never mess up your position first..."
Song Qingshu had something important to say. Seeing his father start to lecture him again, he couldn't help but feel anxious and interrupted:
“Father, it’s the Tatars who came outside our mountain gate!”
“Tatar?!”
Song Yuanqiao was also startled when he heard this. He didn't care to teach his son any more and quickly turned to ask:
"Can you see clearly how many people and horses are coming? Do they have bows, arrows and crossbows?
And what does the leader look like? Are there any familiar martial arts masters in the army?"
Song Qingshu quickly shook his head:
"No, no army came, only two men dressed as hunters.
And even though he looks strong and tall and has some martial arts skills, he is just an ordinary person and should not be a member of the world."
When Song Yuanqiao heard what Song Qingshu said, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But then, he became more confused, frowned and asked:
"It's just two people, why are you so panicked?"
Song Qingshu also knew that he did not speak clearly, so he continued to explain:
"Although the two of them pose no threat, their backgrounds are quite significant.
According to what those two Tatars said, they are Princess Minmin Temuer who represents the Ruyang Palace and wants to invite my junior uncle to the banquet."
"The Princess of Ruyang Palace..."
When Song Yuanqiao heard the sound, his expression became darker.
He had heard the story of Meng Xiuyuan capturing the Prince of Ruyang alive in the military formation.
Now, the princess of King Ruyang suddenly comes to invite you. I'm afraid she has bad intentions.
"Father, what should we do?" Song Qingshu was also hesitant.
"Inform your junior uncle and let him make his own decision.
He knows the inside story best and will figure out a solution in the future."
Song Yuanqiao thought for a moment and still felt that the matter should be left to Meng Xiuyuan to handle by himself.
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"The princess of Ruyang Prince's Mansion? How dare she come to you?"
When Song Qingshu informed Meng Xiuyuan of the matter, he was equally surprised.
When Song Qingshu heard Meng Xiuyuan's tone, he immediately felt relieved, knowing that the matter was not serious and was entirely under the control of his junior uncle.
"The two of them are still waiting at the gate of the mountain. Junior uncle, please go quickly."
Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Meng Xiuyuan.
"What's the hurry? Let them wait. I'm still busy."
As he spoke, Meng Xiuyuan's eyes fell on the table involuntarily, and then he hit his head hard several times, with a sad look on his face, as if he was troubled by something.
Song Qingshu was a little curious when he saw this, and couldn't help but look past Meng Xiuyuan's back and peek at the table.
But I didn't expect that after taking a look, I found that in addition to some unfamiliar words, there were also some picture symbols that I couldn't understand. They were written all over the page. And next to the desk, there was a thick stack of
Stacks of paper.
"Little Master Uncle, what are you doing?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but asked curiously.
"I want to sort out what little knowledge I have of mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and compile each into a book.
But I didn’t expect that after so many years of not studying, my brain is rusty.”
Meng Xiuyuan became more and more distressed as he spoke, as if he had encountered the most difficult dilemma in the world, and was more desperate than when a person faced thousands of troops.
When Song Qingshu heard this, he didn't understand what Meng Xiuyuan was talking about, but seeing that Meng Xiuyuan was in such a state that he probably wouldn't be able to complete what he was doing for a while, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
"Uncle Junior, this is the letter sent by the two Tatars. It is said that it was written by the Mongolian princess herself.
It must be put into your hands, and only you can see it."
"Hmm..." Meng Xiuyuan heard this and nodded without paying much attention. After using his true energy to defend himself, he opened the letter casually.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he laid eyes on the letter, his expression suddenly changed.
There is not much content in this letter, only a short sentence written in Juanxiu's handwriting:
"Brother, I have the dragon-slaying knife in my hand. Please appreciate it."