With that said, Zhang Sanfeng ordered Song Yuanqiao to call Zhang Cuishan and his wife to meet Meng Xiuyuan, his junior brother.
"Master, this etiquette is messed up. The fifth senior brother and his wife have been trapped overseas for ten years. Now they finally come back. It should be me, the junior junior brother, who goes to see them. How can I let them come to see me?"
Meng Xiu saw Song Yuanqiao going out and asked in confusion.
"It doesn't matter, you brothers, it doesn't matter who you see is different. I'm keeping you here because I have something good to tell you." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said to Meng Xiuyuan with a smile.
"A good thing?" Meng Xiu saw his master acting like this and was a little confused.
"Xiao Hu Tu Chong, you asked me for the swordsmanship yourself, but now you have forgotten it?
Two years ago, I taught you the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen and the Finger-twirling Soft Sword Technique. You thought it was too complicated to understand, but you envied all the senior brothers who walked around the world carrying swords, and you also wanted to be a dashing swordsman.
You said at that time, it would be great if Wudang had a swordsmanship with simpler routines, more elegant movements, but also powerful..."
Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything, but Meng Xiuyuan really forgot that such a thing happened.
But he didn't expect that Master Zhang Zhenren would remember it in his mind just by saying it casually.
"Master, have you really created such a sword technique?" Meng Xiuyuan asked in surprise.
"Well, I think it's about the same." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a kind face and said:
"Do you remember, when we were chatting about martial arts, I asked you what kind of swordsmanship you think is most suitable for you, and how did you answer?"
"Remember, I said at the time that the most suitable one for me should be the "Black Iron Sword Technique" used by Yang Guo, the former mad god of the West.
Master, you also know that I am deficient in the variety of moves and dexterity in adapting to changes. The only advantage I have is my deep internal strength. The straight-forward and powerful "Xuantie Sword Technique" should be the most suitable." Meng Xiuyuan recalled.
said.
"Well, that makes sense." Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said:
"[A heavy sword without an edge, great skill without skill] is a rare and legitimate way of martial arts. With your current internal strength, I think you will not be weaker than the Shen Wither of the past, and may even be stronger.
If you learn the "Black Iron Sword Technique", you only need to spend some time polishing it and become familiar with the conversion of hard and soft strength. When the time comes, you can make ordinary sword moves irresistible and far more powerful than those.
Wonderful sword moves."
Meng Xiuyuan was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly asked: "Master, do you mean that you have recreated the "Xuantie Sword Technique"?"
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said with a smile:
"I thought of something better for you."
As he spoke, he stood up and took off the Zhenwu sword hanging on the wall that had not been used for many years.
The sword was unsheathed, and with just a slight stroke, the sword tip was still three inches away from the ground, but a sharp "kaka" sound was heard.
Taking a closer look, there was a deep and straight sword mark on the solid floor tiles, and even the tables and chairs about a foot away were cracked in half.
"This... is sword energy?" Meng Xiuyuan asked in surprise.
After traveling through ten years, he has never seen such Kung Fu.
In his early years, when his inner strength was beginning to show some success, Meng Xiuyuan tried to concentrate his inner strength on a sword out of curiosity. However, even if Meng Xiuyuan tried his best, he could only see a cold light flashing from the tip of the sword, and the sword made a hissing sound.
Just a slight noise.
The sharpness and hardness of the sword have indeed increased significantly, but the sword wind is a bit scattered, making it difficult to hurt people from a distance.
Later, Meng Xiuyuan's internal energy improved rapidly, until he was close to the level of his master Zhang Zhenren, which could be said to be the best in the world. At that time, he tried to concentrate his internal energy on the sword, but the situation was beyond his expectation.
The initial test with five successes was fine. The sword light flashed and the energy was strong. Although the sword wind was a bit flashy, it was still no problem to deal with some small minions.
But once he used all his energy to concentrate, the fine iron sword in his hand would instantly shatter and explode into countless iron powder and fragments. Not to mention the sword energy, the sword was gone.
At that time, Meng Xiuyuan understood that the combination of internal strength and weapons did have a very deep secret, and it would not work to fumble around like he did.
Comparatively speaking, Master Zhang Zhenren used this sword energy with graceful and freehand movements, sharp energy and full power. He could hurt people from a distance much further than Meng Xiuyuan could fumble by himself. He was obviously very clever.
"This Kung Fu takes the shape of a sword and uses Qi as the blade. It is appropriately called Sword Qi." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard with a smile:
"Originally, I was worried that I couldn't think of a suitable name for this kung fu. After you reminded me, I got an idea. Let's call it "Purple Sky Sword Qi"."
""Purple Sky Sword Qi"...Does Master give this name something to do with our Wudang Zixiao Palace?" Meng Xiuyuan asked subconsciously.
The Wudang Sect has a main palace called Zixiao Palace.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded,
"Well, it does have something to do with it.
That day I was meditating with my sword in the Zixiao Palace, thinking hard about the sword technique you asked for, but I still couldn't figure it out.
You want to be simple, chic, and powerful, which really stumps me..."
When Zhang Sanfeng said this, he winked at Meng Xiuyuan like an old naughty boy, which made Meng Xiuyuan feel a little embarrassed and scratched his hair with a smile. Seeing this, Master Zhang laughed out loud and continued with a slight satisfaction:
"Fortunately, the wind was strong that day, and the Taoist boy neglected to close the door properly, so the strong wind actually blew the temple door open.
I felt the strong wind blowing against my face. When I opened my eyes, I was instantly attracted by the clouds in the sky outside the temple.
The clouds were neatly arranged in strands, as if they had been cut by a sword. That's when an idea popped into my mind: If I create a sword technique that can cut the clouds in the sky, according to your
I’m sure you’ll like him with such an exaggerated temperament.”
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he quickly shook his head and said that he was not so ambitious and unrealistic, and that Master Zhang Zhenren had wronged him.
"No one in the world can cut the clouds in the sky. Even if there is such a sword technique, the disciples will definitely not be able to learn it. They must be gods to use it.
Disciples don’t dare to think, don’t dare to think…”
"There may not be a sword that can reach the sky, but people should have the ambition to reach the clouds. Why can't you even think about it?" Zhang Sanfeng patted Meng Xiuyuan's head and taught softly:
"As a teacher, I got the inspiration for this "Purple Sky Sword Qi" because of my sudden passion that day, when I swung my sword to cut the sky, I was blessed in my soul.
A three-foot iron sword is naturally inferior to the clouds in the sky. To attack distant enemies, you still have to rely on your own true energy.
After that, I pondered over it for a long time, and finally perfected this skill in the past few days. But I didn't expect that you are a lucky person. You just perfected this skill and you came back from the mountains.
What do you think, are you satisfied with this swordsmanship?"
"Hey, I'm satisfied, you're awesome, Master." Meng Xiuyuan stretched out a thumb and smiled so hard that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.
"Say such weird things again." After ten years of living together, Mr. Zhang has become very accustomed to the modern words that Meng Xiuyuan pops up from time to time. He smiled and gently slapped this naughty little apprentice.
"But if you put it this way, shouldn't this Kung Fu be called "Ling Yun Sword Qi"? Master, the name you gave it is very ordinary." Meng Xiuyuan thought about it and asked coquettishly.
Only he dared to talk to Master Zhang like this.
"If one day you can really use this skill to cut off the clouds in the sky, then call it "Purple Sky Lingyun Sword Qi" instead.
Anyway, the word "Zixiao" cannot be changed. This skill was created by me, a veteran, and that's how I like to call it."
Zhang Zhenren is a hundred years old but still has a childish heart. He smiled and said jokingly to Meng Xiuyuan.