For a year, Meng Xiuyuan was alone, not daring to leave the waterfall and pool.
By meditating and exercising in it every day, you can use the flowing water to take away the dryness in your heart and overcome difficulties with one go.
During this year, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but want to give up every moment, and many random thoughts appeared in his heart from time to time.
"Why do I have to suffer this"
"If this fire keeps burning, I'm afraid it will burn me to death one day."
"Even if I give up "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu" and switch to other disciplines, it will only take me a few years to reach the current level with my talent. I will still have top-notch internal strength in the world."
"What's so good about this "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu"? I will go to Kunlun with Zhang Wuji to find the "Nine Yang Magic Kung Fu". Isn't it invincible in the world? Why bother?"
"Master has said that if you can't hold on, you don't have to hold back. You can also teach me other skills."
"I'm only fifteen or sixteen years old. Isn't it normal to think about women? Why bother forcing myself?"
"If I open my mouth and say that I want to get married and have children, Master, with his fondness for juniors, will definitely be more happy to see his disciples. My senior brothers will probably also make noises and help me introduce young and beautiful heroines from various major sects."
All kinds of distracting thoughts came and went in Meng Xiuyuan's heart, and they became more serious as time went by, torturing him day and night.
Even Meng Xiuyuan himself couldn't figure out how he, who was always good at giving up, persisted.
Until late one night, the dryness in his heart suddenly became more serious, so severe that even the waterfall could not be suppressed, and even the pool could not be cooled. Everything in Meng Xiuyuan's world disappeared, leaving only the dry fire in his heart that wanted to dry people out.
He gritted his teeth and practiced the exercise for one week after another.
At a certain moment, a drop of clear spring suddenly fell into my heart, and the evil thoughts receded like the tide.
The waterfall, the fragrance of flowers, the crowing of frogs, and the moonlight all appeared vividly in Meng Xiuyuan's perception again.
Only then did Meng Xiuyuan realize that his gong had finally been accomplished.
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Meng Xiuyuan was relieved that the torture of the past year was over, and he finally returned to his normal life.
But after that, Meng Xiuyuan did not go back to the mountain immediately because he needed to consolidate, but decided to stay by the waterfall and pool for a few more days.
Although he no longer needed the pool and waterfall to suppress the fire in his heart, the past year of practice had made him accustomed to the quiet environment here, so he was in no hurry to go back.
But I didn't expect that today, I would suddenly learn from Song Qingshu that Master's 100th birthday was already so close.
Meng Xiu tapped his hiking tip lightly on the stone, and his whole body floated to the shore as if there was no gravity. It was as fast as a dream.
"Then I'll go back quickly. Qingshu, please be careful on the way."
Meng Xiuyuan's voice slowly reached Song Qingshu's ears. He looked intently, and suddenly the figure of his junior uncle disappeared from his field of vision.
He quickly turned his head to look at the edge of the cliff, only to see Meng Xiuyuan's figure swaying like a feather blown by the wind. He raised his feet and easily borrowed strength from the steep cliff several times before reaching the top of the cliff.
Trees, mountains, and peaks all seemed like flat ground under Meng Xiuyuan's feet.
The skill Meng Xiuyuan is currently practicing, "Ladder Cloud Zong", is something he has worked hard on for several years. Although he may not be very sophisticated in the details, his internal strength is really deep.
The speed is still amazing.
There are not many brilliant Qinggong in the world, and Wudang Tiyunzong is definitely one of them that is both outstanding and famous.
Like many Wudang Kung Fu, although the initial practice of this Tiyun Zong is to train the leg skills, if you want to go deeper, you must pay great attention to the internal strength.
Meng Xiuyuan finally mastered the "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu" to great perfection this year. Although he had wasted a year of practicing Qing Gong, now he is more relaxed and comfortable than before.
Following the familiar mountain road, I felt a strong wind blowing against my face. It didn't take long for Meng Xiuyuan to return to the mountain gate of Wudang.
"Uncle Junior!" "Uncle Junior, you are finally back." "Uncle Junior, do you want to come and play football together? We happen to be missing one person..."
When the three generations of disciples and Taoist boys in the sect saw Meng Xiuyuan return, they all greeted him happily, with natural intimacy in their eyes.
Over the years, the Seven Heroes of Wudang have become more and more famous in the martial arts world, and each one of them is a respected hero. But among the three young disciples of the Wudang Sect, their favorite is still this man who is almost the same age as them.
Junior uncle.
After all, although Meng Xiuyuan has a higher seniority and is favored by his master Zhang Zhenren, because of his personality and modern thinking, he has no airs at all and has the same attitude when dealing with everyone.
In addition, he likes to play when he is not practicing, and has "invented" many games including football, poker, etc., which are very popular among children in Wudang, so they are naturally very popular.
But today, he had no intention of playing football with them anymore. He just asked:
"Where is the master? I'm anxious to see him."
"Master is in the room, and uncle is accompanying him." Lingxu in the crowd responded.
"Well, okay. Then you just kick around for now. I'll play together next time and teach you a new trick." Meng Xiuyuan waved his hand, tiptoed and walked away again.
"What's the new move? Junior uncle, please tell me clearly before we leave..." An impatient third-generation disciple couldn't help but ask.
"The Bengbu Spin is awesome. You will know when the time comes." Meng Xiuyuan's smiling voice came from afar.
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"Master! I'm back!" Before the door was fully opened, Meng Xiuyuan's shouting voice came in, making everyone's ears ring.
Such behavior would seem a bit unruly to other three generation disciples and even the other Seven Heroes of Wudang. Only Meng Xiuyuan did it, but it made Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao in the room really happy.
"Xiuyuan..."
Zhang Sanfeng heard the news and went to see his little disciple walking in the door so happily. He knew that there must be no big problem in his practice. The stone that had been hanging in his heart for a year was finally put down, and he couldn't help but smile.
.
"Junior brother, I haven't seen you in this year, you have really grown up a lot. Master, look at it, you are taller than me." Song Yuanqiao happily hugged Meng Xiuyuan's shoulders and looked at him carefully.
When I saw my little junior brother again after a year, I just felt that this kid was growing up so fast and he was already an adult before he knew it.
"Time flies so fast. It seems to me that Xiu Yuan and Qing Shu were practicing martial arts, competing in martial arts, and playing and fighting together as if it happened yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, he is already a dashing young hero."
Song Yuanqiao's heart moved inexplicably and he was very emotional.
When Meng Xiuyuan first came up to the mountain ten years ago, Zhang Sanfeng came down because of Yu Daiyan's affairs. It was Song Yuanqiao who took care of and taught Meng Xiuyuan, so his relationship with Meng Xiuyuan was naturally deep.
Different from the brotherhood of other Wudang Seven Heroes, Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan, his eighth junior brother who was the same age as Qing Shu, as if he were looking at his own son.
Now that Meng Xiuyuan has grown up, Song Yuanqiao is naturally very happy.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Xiuyuan was so handsome since he was a child, but he was so tall.
It’s just that I’ve lost some weight, maybe I haven’t had enough to eat in the mountains this year…”
Zhang Sanfeng had a hearty smile on his face, as if he was very free and easy, but he still couldn't help but worry about his disciple in his heart. He reached out and took Meng Xiuyuan's wrist to explore the status of his internal energy cultivation.
"Have you... accomplished this skill?!" Zhang Sanfeng felt the vigorous and mellow pure Yang internal energy in Meng Xiuyuan's body, his eyes flashed, he raised his head and asked Meng Xiuyuan.
"It's done. It was completed just two days ago.
I was thinking of consolidating for a few more days, but when I heard Qingshu talking about the time, I realized that I almost missed your 100th birthday, Master."
Meng Xiuyuan said with a smile, as if he was not the one who was so painfully burned by the fire a few days ago.
"If you want to achieve great success in this pure Yang skill, it will test your talent for others, but it will test your perseverance and character for you.
It's not easy, it's not easy. I'm afraid Xiao Xiuyuan has endured a lot of hardships this year..."
Zhang Sanfeng patted Meng Xiuyuan's hand distressedly. As a scholar and a man like him, he naturally knew what kind of life Meng Xiuyuan had been living in the past year, so he valued this young disciple who gritted his teeth and persevered even more.
He looked at Meng Xiuyuan with kind eyes and said warmly:
"Actually, my so-called birthday is nothing more than a birthday. You know, both our master and apprentice are the same. We never like these tedious things. Inviting a bunch of martial arts comrades to come and celebrate my birthday is not as good as our own family. It's comfortable to have a meal behind closed doors.
It's just that your fifth senior brother and his wife returned to the mountain two days ago, and you are the only one who hasn't seen them yet. You really should meet them.
There are eight of you under my sect, and today we are complete. This is the real happy event.
Seeing all eight of you intact and safe together in front of me makes me happier than myself living another hundred years."