Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 1 A classic crap start to start our story
On Wudang Mountain, in the open space in front of the Zixiao Palace, stood an adult and two children.

The sky is clear and the breeze is cool, which is the most suitable weather for martial arts.

Today is Meng Xiuyuan's first martial arts practice since he was apprenticed to Wudang, and he is naturally very excited.

But what he didn't expect was that the first step of his long road to martial arts did not seem to be very smooth.

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"How is it, Junior Brother. Can you see my moves? Is there anything else you haven't written down?"

The elder brother Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan with kind eyes, but what he said was inexplicable.

You know, just now, Song Yuanqiao said that today he was going to teach him the introductory kung fu of the Wudang sect, the 32-stance Wudang Changquan.He also said that this boxing routine is very simple, so that he does not have to have psychological pressure and can learn it at ease.

But at the beginning of the teaching, Song Yuanqiao seemed to have changed a person. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and slowly punched the Wudang Changquan three times back and forth from beginning to end.

There is neither a stop to do the decomposition action, nor the explanation of each move.As soon as the move stopped, he turned his head and asked if he had written it down.

Who remembers this?

Meng Xiuyuan didn't say anything, but he pondered in his heart, this Song Yuanqiao must be too ignorant of disciples.Under his hands, can I really learn kung fu well?

It's just that they all started to teach, and Meng Xiuyuan couldn't say that he didn't learn, so he had to think about how to gently remind Song Yuanqiao to let him improve his "teaching level" a little.

But before he could say what he had arranged, Song Qingshu, who was just six or seven years old next to him, couldn't help but speak first, and replied ostentatiously:

"Father, I remember, I remember everything!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at the proud look on his son's face, and was very unhappy in his heart. He immediately put away the smile when he faced Meng Xiuyuan, and turned to reprimanded coldly:
"What's the point of being proud of something that doesn't work?
It's just the 32-stance Changquan that my Wudang disciples must learn at the beginning. I have punched it three times. Is it amazing to memorize the moves?
Look at your little uncle, who is the same age as you, can you escape pride like this?

Study hard and learn from others, when can you compare with such a flattering attitude? "

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingshu's face disappeared immediately, his mouth was shriveled, his head lowered, and he didn't dare to look at his angry father.

Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath when he saw this, and felt a little more satisfied, thinking that his son knew it was wrong.

What Song Yuanqiao didn't know was that after the remarks just now, it was not Song Qingshu who was hurt the most, but Meng Xiuyuan, who was called "pampered" by him just because he was in a daze.

At first, when Meng Xiuyuan heard Song Qingshu say that he had memorized the whole set of boxing techniques, he still felt that the child was dishonest and was bragging in order to get his father's praise.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuanqiao not only did not doubt, but said that it was nothing, and disliked his son for being too ostentatious.

The shock of information contained in these words made Meng Xiuyuan feel a little dizzy for a while.

Just when Meng Xiuyuan still had doubts in his heart and felt that there was some misunderstanding in this matter, Song Yuanqiao suddenly spoke to Song Qingshu again:

"Qing Shu, please call me again, I'll see how you remember, how dare you be so complacent."

Perhaps Song Qingshu was accustomed to Song Yuanqiao's strict education, so he didn't dare to speak much. He clasped his fists and bowed to Song Yuanqiao and Meng Xiuyuan, then turned around and walked away a few steps to make room to start punching.

After that, Meng Xiuyuan was convinced.

This set of Wudang Changquan has a total of 32 moves, and Song Qingshu actually did it from the beginning to the end.

Moreover, although his boxing technique is not as strong and vigorous as Song Yuanqiao's, but in Meng Xiuyuan's view, it can be regarded as straight and smooth, and it is not obvious that he is a beginner.

If it weren't for the trust in Song Yuanqiao's character, Meng Xiuyuan would even suspect their father and son. This was not intentional to play him together.

"Father, how is my practice?" The child's emotions come and go quickly. After a set of punches, Song Qingshu's emotions became high again, and he excitedly asked Song Yuanqiao.

This time, Song Yuanqiao didn't scold him again, but directly started to show the shortcomings of his entire boxing technique.

Song Qingshu nodded and thoughtfully, while Meng Xiuyuan, who was beside him, didn't even remember the basic routine, so naturally he couldn't understand anything, so he could only pretend to be calm.

After a long while, Song Yuanqiao was halfway through teaching Song Qingshu, afraid that Meng Xiuyuan would be left out in the cold, so he stopped and let Xiao Qingshu practice by himself first, then turned back to Meng Xiuyuan and asked:
"I called that unrealistic thing to be delayed just now, but I haven't asked it clearly yet, Junior Brother, can you remember this set of Wudang Changquan?

No need to think about it, just say it if you don't see it clearly, it is the first time you learn it, you must have a solid foundation. "

Compared to when he was teaching Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was much more pleasant and patient in front of Meng Xiuyuan.If anyone who doesn't know it sees it, they will only think that Meng Xiuyuan is his own.

It's just that the more he acts like this, the more guilty Meng Xiuyuan becomes.The cold sweat on his back was dripping down unconsciously.

But since Song Yuanqiao asked, Meng Xiuyuan was not good at lying, so he could only answer with a blushing face:

"Senior brother, I... I didn't see it very clearly, I only remembered the five or six postures in front of me..."

"What? Cough...cough, it doesn't matter, little junior brother. Since you didn't see it clearly, senior brother will play it twice more slowly to show you..."

Song Yuanqiao was shocked when he heard the words, but he was usually humble and modest, so he didn't show this surprise in order to take care of Meng Xiuyuan's emotions, but immediately said that he would fight twice.

But then, something even more embarrassing happened.

Song Yuanqiao demonstrated the Wudang Changquan four or five times again. Song Qingshu already remembered that he was thoroughly familiar and started his own gestures, but Meng Xiuyuan still failed to memorize all the moves.

Although Song Yuanqiao, a teacher, still looked kind and patient, Meng Xiuyuan, a learner, felt very stressed.

"Master, do we have a manual for Wudang Changquan... Or give me the manual, and I can study it myself." When Song Yuanqiao finally began to explain each movement to Meng Xiuyuan, he was patient. Meng Xiuyuan's thin-skinned face really couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice.

"This Wudang Changquan is very simple as an entry-level exercise, so I never thought of recording it in the book, little junior brother, you want it...

Ah, no junior brother, it doesn't matter, you don't have to be discouraged.If you can't remember it for a while, I'll tell you about it in detail, and you can remember it eventually. Song Yuanqiao saw the embarrassed expression on Meng Xiuyuan's face, and hurriedly changed his words in the middle of his words.

"Senior brother, there are so many things in Wudang for you to worry about, so don't put too much effort into these things. Since there is no boxing manual, I have already memorized it from Qingshu, so I will let him explain it to me. "

Meng Xiuyuan raised his head, seeing that the sun was already high, and it was obvious that the time was approaching noon, so he couldn't help but persuade him.

"How can I do it? Qing Shu is just a beginner. How can he tell you something?! Little Junior Brother, before the master left, he specifically told me to take good care of you, so how can I break my promise?" Song Yuanqiao rejected Meng Xiuyuan's proposal on the spot.

"It's alright, Senior Brother. Didn't you just say that this is a beginner's boxing kung fu, even if you practice it wrongly, nothing can go wrong.

Besides, even if I really practiced something wrong, wouldn't you just correct me tomorrow? "Meng Xiuyuan then persuaded, he was really embarrassed to waste the other party's time with this kind of thing.

"This... okay. Little Junior Brother, please familiarize yourself with the routine first. I will correct you in detail tomorrow. I will definitely help you lay a solid foundation." Song Yuanqiao really has a lot of things to do today. Meng Xiuyuan said this, My heart is also a little loose.

He immediately turned his head to look at Song Qingshu, and said in a stern voice, "Qingshu, you must practice this Wudang Changquan together with your eighth master, and you mustn't neglect your eighth master, understand?!"

"Yes, Qingshu understands..." Song Qingshu shuddered when his father shouted, and nodded quickly.

After Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, he felt a little uneasy, and after repeated warnings twice, he rushed to the main hall, leaving only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu here.

After that, the whole place went quiet.

Song Qingshu just practiced boxing alone, without talking to Meng Xiuyuan, while Meng Xiuyuan watched silently, forcing himself to remember the moves and routines of this boxing technique.

It wasn't until Meng Xiuyuan watched it twice that he couldn't remember it clearly, so he said:
"Qing Shu, can this trick be played again, slow down, I don't see it very clearly..."

Song Qingshu breathed out, snorted coldly, and squinted at Meng Xiuyuan.

One thing to say, he was very dissatisfied with Meng Xiuyuan.Why is everyone at the age of six or seven, he is going to be called Uncle Meng Xiuyuan, who is a generation younger than me.

It's just that when he recalled what his father said just before he left, Song Qingshu finally shrank his head and swallowed the harsh words that were almost on his lips.

"Yes~ Uncle~"

Song Qingshu's uncle shouted unwillingly and unwillingly, but he still obeyed obediently.

Naturally, Meng Xiuyuan wouldn't care about this. He was only focused on kung fu, so how could he fight with children.

So it was like this, two people taught one person and one person learned, until before lunch, Meng Xiuyuan finally learned this set of Wudang Changquan completely.

"Stop fighting, I'm tired, I'm going to eat!" Song Qingshu, who had been dispatched by Meng Xiuyuan for half the morning, simply went on strike and walked towards the kitchen.

"Oh, please, Qingshu." Meng Xiuyuan was still full of thoughts on how to use this move and how to move that step, so he didn't say anything more to Song Qingshu, just raised his head to say hello, and then put himself in again. To practice boxing.

Song Qingshu took a few steps, but secretly turned his head back and glanced at Meng Xiuyuan with disdain and jealousy in his eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Humph! Isn't it an orphan picked up from the mountain by the great master? He was lucky to be a teacher, and he really regarded himself as a little uncle.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy the Grand Master and Daddy were given by him.

I heard that his face looks very similar to Guo Xiang's female hero of the Emei School... But what's the use of it, a good-looking face is not good for practicing martial arts.

Haha, I finally missed the stuffing today, it turned out to be a straw bag with a wooden head.

Just wait, in a few days, my father will definitely ask the two of us to learn from each other. When the time comes, we will see the real chapter, and the master and father will see at a glance which of us is more powerful! "

(End of this chapter)