When Zhang Sanfeng saw Meng Xiuyuan suddenly fainted, he felt anxious and quickly stepped forward to help him up.
He immediately checked his pulse and breathing, and when he saw that Meng Xiuyuan's life was fine, he felt a little relieved.
But when Zhang Sanfeng wanted to use his true energy to explore the situation in Meng Xiuyuan's body and determine why Meng Xiuyuan was unconscious, he found that his own true energy could no longer be imported into this young apprentice's body.
In fact, the quality of the liquid Qi in Meng Xiuyuan's body was too high, and it circulated spontaneously in the body's meridians, forcing Zhang Sanfeng's Pure Yang Qi to struggle.
For a moment, Zhang Sanfeng, as a great master of martial arts, felt a little unable to do anything when faced with Meng Xiuyuan's situation.
Fortunately, after a while, Meng Xiuyuan woke up and struggled to sit up. Apparently, nothing serious happened.
"Xiuyuan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Sanfeng was still a little worried and couldn't help but ask.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, his eyes gradually recovered from his daze. After a long while, he opened his mouth and replied to the master:
"Master, I may really have to leave this time."
Zhang Sanfeng was a little confused after hearing this, and when he was about to ask, Meng Xiuyuan was the first to express concern:
"Master, was that okay when I punched you just now?
Even if you want me, there is no need to bear my blow..."
Hearing Meng Xiuyuan's words, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and shook his head:
"It's okay. You are so angry that something went wrong. It would be too dangerous for us to continue fighting.
As a master, if I give you a move, there will be no problem."
Meng Xiuyuan nodded when he heard the sound, with a complicated expression in his eyes, and said to Zhang Sanfeng:
"Master, if you hadn't given me this move, I probably wouldn't have been able to accomplish this.
With you at the pinnacle of martial arts in this world, it is really not easy to climb and surpass."
When Zhang Sanfeng heard what he said, his heart moved, as if he had guessed something. However, seeing Meng Xiuyuan still looking a little tired and dazed, he suppressed all doubts for the time being and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Xiuyuan, let's go back and drink some tea and take a rest.
If there’s anything else, sit down and talk.”
Therefore, the master and the disciple first left the messy bamboo forest and returned to Zhang Sanfeng's small retreat courtyard.
While Meng Xiuyuan helped his master boil water and make tea, he was thinking about how to explain it to the old man. Zhang Sanfeng, on the other hand, sat there and looked at his little disciple quietly.
After a long while, when both of them had sat down, drank tea, and taken a breath, Zhang Sanfeng asked again in a warm voice:
"Xiuyuan, you told me twice that you were leaving. Where are you going?"
Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be afraid that Meng Xiuyuan would be in trouble, so he added another sentence:
"I'm just asking casually out of curiosity. If you can't tell me, then there's no need to force it. It doesn't matter."
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard this. At this point, there was nothing he couldn't say. He immediately looked into his master's eyes and said in a serious tone:
"Master, I said I was leaving, but actually I was going to another world.
But as for where exactly it will be, I don’t know very well.”
Zhang Sanfeng was a little puzzled when he heard this. He was confused and couldn't help but ask:
"In the other world, do you mean to take a boat to the sea, or go to the Western Regions?
But what’s the matter, even I can’t explain it clearly?”
Meng Xiuyuan pursed his lips when he heard this, paused briefly, and then explained:
"No, Master, the place I went to is much farther than that.
You can think of it as I went to another world.
As for why I can’t explain clearly…”
While he was talking, Meng Xiuyuan happened to see a series of small ants crawling on the dirt at his feet, so he picked one up and placed it in his palm, then turned to Zhang Sanfeng and said:
"Master, do you think this ant knows where I want to take him?"
When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he was stunned for a long time, and then a thunder seemed to explode in his heart, and his eyes widened slightly.
Meng Xiuyuan didn't seem to say anything in his words, but he made everything clear.
Master Zhang looked at Meng Xiuyuan, then looked up at the sky. He felt a little unbelievable for a moment and couldn't help but ask:
"Are you saying that there is an expert from heaven who wants to help you achieve enlightenment and become an immortal? Xiaju ascends to heaven?"
Although Zhang Sanfeng was a Taoist monk, he had only read about this theory of immortals from books and had never paid much attention to it.
Only when the words came out of Meng Xiuyuan's mouth did he take them seriously.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he quickly waved his hand and explained to the master:
"With my little cultivation, how can I become an immortal?
As for the idea of an extraterrestrial being, I'm not sure if he exists. It may just be that I was born with a special ability, so I have this ability.
Moreover, it is not appropriate to say that it is an ascension. More accurately, it should be said that it is just a change of life."
After saying that, Meng Xiuyuan put the ant in his hand into the dry tea cup on the table.
The inner wall of the tea cup was smooth, and the ants were running around, but they couldn't get out and could only circle in place.
After a while, Meng Xiuyuan poured out the ant and put it into a slightly larger tea bowl.
The ant was still scurrying around aimlessly and couldn't get out. But the difference from before was that the space in this bowl was slightly larger, and the ant felt more at ease.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the ant controlled by Meng Xiuyuan and suddenly understood what Meng Xiuyuan meant.
After a moment, he put on a happy smile on his face, looked seriously into Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, and said warmly:
"Even if it's not ascension, that's fine.
Xiuyuan, it seems that your 'whim' is right, it is indeed a great thing.
Your martial arts practice has reached the pinnacle of this world. It is really difficult to go further.
You have to go to a new, broader world to make big progress.
Master is really happy for you to have this opportunity."
Regarding this sudden change, Meng Xiuyuan's heart was filled with surprise and sadness, with mixed emotions.
Now that he heard Master's words again, he felt even more sad and reluctant to give up.
After twenty years on Wudang Mountain, this place has long been like home. Both the senior brothers and Master Zhang Sanfeng have become his relatives.
Seeing Meng Xiuyuan's expression, Zhang Sanfeng naturally guessed what he was thinking. But from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Sanfeng was actually very reluctant to let go of this young apprentice, so he didn't know how to comfort him.
I had no choice but to suppress my emotions and pretend to be calm and asked Meng Xiuyuan:
"Xiuyuan, do you know when you are leaving?
If there is time, I should call all your senior brothers back to see you again."
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard this, and said to his master with some regret:
"Although the feeling in my heart is a little vague, it probably only lasts a few days.
Senior brother and the others are thousands of miles away in the Kunlun Mountains, so it should be too late anyway."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded when he heard this. Although his face was still calm, his heart was filled with sadness.
After all, he also understood that once this young apprentice left this time, it would probably be difficult for the two of them to see each other again in this life.
The day of separation is approaching, making people anxious.
For a moment, both master and disciple were silent.
After a long time, Meng Xiuyuan took a deep breath and suddenly said loudly to Zhang Sanfeng:
"Master, actually you don't need to worry.
Although I am just a little ant now, I will definitely grow up in the future.
Maybe one day, when I have the ability, I can find it by myself.
When the time comes, I will take you out of this small world and see a wider place."
Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help feeling relieved when he heard this, and said with a smile:
"Yes, since you can go out, you must have a way to come back.
But at my age, there is no need to take me out to see what happens.
As long as you can come back by then, let's sit down and make a pot of tea, and you tell me what the outside world is like and tell me stories about your experiences along the way, I will be satisfied as a teacher."
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he stood up straight, bowed respectfully to his master, and then said with a serious expression:
"Since the master said so, the disciple must do it.
Don’t worry, Master, I will definitely do my best.”
Zhang Sanfeng was delighted when he heard this and did not stop Meng Xiuyuan from behaving like this. Instead, he said with a smile:
"Okay, then this matter can be considered an agreement between our master and apprentice.
I'll be waiting for you to come back in this hut at the back of Wudang Mountain."
After such a conversation, the sadness of separation that originally filled the small courtyard was immediately swept away. What was left was only the master and apprentice's longing for the future.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's heart moved and he suddenly asked Meng Xiuyuan:
"So, Xiuyuan, maybe you are not from our world, right?"
Meng Xiuyuan had nothing to hide when he heard this, and immediately smiled and nodded at his master.
Zhang Sanfeng was stunned when he heard this, and felt that many of the mysterious things about his little apprentice had been fully explained.
Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but relax after hearing Zhang Sanfeng's conversation, and joked with his master:
"Master, in my previous life, I was not like this.
It’s only when I came to this world that I had this face
If I come back in the future and my appearance changes again, you won't be able to recognize me, right?"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed when he heard this, pointed at Meng Xiuyuan and said affirmatively:
"It's like if I want to practice Tai Chi to a high level, I have to forget all the moves.
We have been a master and apprentice for twenty years, and I have actually forgotten your appearance for a long time. I only remember that I have such a good disciple.
Don't worry, no matter what you look like, I will still recognize you."
After saying this, the master and disciple looked at each other and smiled.
Meng Xiuyuan released the ant in the tea bowl to the ground, and then made the master a pot of tea.
…
In the next few days, Meng Xiuyuan first had a good meal with Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu and his son who were still on the mountain.
This senior brother and good nephew were the first people Meng Xiuyuan met since he came to Wudang Mountain.
The affection in it is also hard to let go.
However, because their martial arts skills were not at their peak, and their ambition and vision were not as good as those of Zhang Sanfeng, who had experienced hundreds of years of hardships, Meng Xiuyuan did not explain the truth behind his departure to them in detail.
After all, even just understanding such otherworldly things can easily cause trouble for oneself.
What Meng Xiuyuan told them was that he wanted to go on a long voyage to search for rare treasures overseas, broaden his horizons, and make further progress in his kung fu.
Although the father and son did not understand why Meng Xiuyuan suddenly had this idea, they both knew that Meng Xiuyuan always did things for a reason and was prepared, so they did not stop him.
But when they heard Meng Xiuyuan say that it would be unknown how long it would be before he left, and it might be difficult to see each other again for a long time, both father and son seemed a little sad.
At the dinner table, the three of them chatted and unconsciously talked about things that happened twenty years ago.
Speaking of which, Meng Xiuyuan was still a "little fool" at that time. Although he practiced diligently, he was never as fast as Song Qingshu.
Speaking of Song Yuanqiao teaching Kung Fu to the two of them, and treating them differently, Xiao Qingshu felt resentful and deliberately beat Meng Xiuyuan to the ground.
Talking about the splendid kite that Meng Xiuyuan gave to Song Qingshu, and the days when they practiced boxing together in front of the Zixiao Palace.
As I spoke, everything from the past came to mind, as if it was yesterday.
Meng Xiuyuan made an exception and drank wine again. After drinking, both father and son were drunk and fell on the table. Then he looked at them and smiled, and stood up from the table.
Before leaving, he took out two pamphlets and stuffed them into their arms.
The contents include Meng Xiuyuan's experience and experience in practicing martial arts over the years, as well as the "Nine Yin Manual", "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" and "Flicking Magical Powers" that he just obtained.
Originally, Meng Xiuyuan wanted to hand over these things to his master and let him handle them uniformly.
It's just that Zhang Zhenren has already created Tai Chi and understood the artistic conception of martial arts. He no longer has much demand for the kung fu of these other schools, so he doesn't pay much attention to it.
According to his instructions, Meng Xiuyuan took care of these skills by himself and wrote a copy for his seven senior brothers, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo, for their future reference.
In the following days, Meng Xiuyuan would not only explain things to Xiao Zhao during the day, but also play boxing and chat with his master. At night, he would light up a lamp and write, writing furiously until dawn.
Over the course of several nights, he wrote many letters and left them for the future to those who knew him well.
Some of them were written to the seven senior brothers and Song Qingshu, some were written to his apprentice Zhou Zhiruo, some were written to Xiao Zhao, Zhang Wuji, A Li, and some were written to Miss Yang.
But it is worth mentioning that the most content among them is written to Zhu Yuanzhang.
It wasn't that Meng Xiuyuan had much to say to him, but that in addition to letters, Meng Xiuyuan also attached many books to him.
Among them are the mathematics, physics, and chemistry knowledge that Meng Xiuyuan compiled, and the rough overseas maps and resource distribution that Meng Xiuyuan drew from memory.
In short, Meng Xiuyuan tried his best to recall and record all the knowledge that was beneficial to the country's people's livelihood and social development, and compiled it into a volume.
Meng Xiuyuan handed these things to Zhang Sanfeng and asked his master to help collect them.
When the country is unified and the world is stable, if Meng Xiuyuan has not returned yet, Zhang Zhenzhen will deliver it to Zhu Yuanzhang on his behalf.
Thinking about it, whether it was for the sake of Meng Xiuyuan or the old god Zhang Sanfeng, Zhu Yuanzhang would pay attention to the things Meng Xiuyuan sent and make good use of them.
Of course, Meng Xiuyuan also had a brief chat with Zhang Sanfeng about Zhu Yuanzhang's character. It is expected that with Zhang's experience, when the Ming Dynasty is established in the future, he will naturally know how to adjust the style and positioning of the Wudang Sect to avoid the suspicion of the court.
In this way, when Meng Xiuyuan had almost arranged everything, the premonition of leaving became stronger and stronger.
On this day, Meng Xiuyuan packed up his parcel early in the morning and set off down the mountain amidst the farewell from everyone in Wudang, saying that he was going overseas to hunt for treasure.
But when he got off the mountain, he climbed up the cliff and sneaked back to the mountain, heading towards the small courtyard on the back mountain.
It was not until noon that day that Meng Xiuyuan drank the last pot of tea with his master and said his last words of farewell before leaving the courtyard and sitting on a big rock.
Meng Xiuyuan closed his eyes slightly and let his mind go.
After a while, the wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed, and many invisible objects gathered from all directions between the sky and the earth, above the clouds, and finally condensed into a faint ray of light, shining directly on Meng Xiuyuan.
The next moment, Meng Xiuyuan's figure suddenly began to blur, and then quickly disappeared out of thin air.
The last sound Meng Xiuyu heard before he lost consciousness was Zhang Sanfeng's soft cry:
"Xiuyuan, don't forget the agreement you made with your master.
Take care of yourself outside and remember to come home early."
I've been having a bad cold these past few days, but thinking it's already the end of this volume, I can't stop updating it, so I can only stay up late typing with a fever.
As a result, my brain always feels blank, and the things I write are not so satisfactory, which makes many book friends complain.
I have learned a lesson. Next time when the status is not good, I will not force the update. Quality will still be the priority.
I will definitely take a day off tomorrow to recuperate and think about the next volume.