Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 12
Time is long on Wudang Mountain, and it is nine years in a blink of an eye.

This morning, Song Qingshu, who had grown from a yellow-haired child to a handsome young man, got up early from the bed.

After going to the kitchen to pick up four heavy food boxes full of food, Song Qingshu immediately set off to run wildly, following the path between the mountains, and all the way to the edge of a slightly steep cliff.

The cliff is not high, and there is a beautiful valley below. Listening to it from a distance, you can hear the sound of waterfalls.Song Qingshu put down the food box, and skillfully untied a sturdy hemp rope from his waist and tied it to a big tree on the edge of the cliff.

He has the martial arts of Wudang Tiyun Zongzong, and he is naturally strong, and with the help of this hemp rope, the cliffs are not difficult for him.

After two trips back and forth, he easily sent the four heavy food boxes under the cliff.

Song Qingshu, who picked up the food box, slowed down and walked slowly towards the waterfall while looking around.As expected, he found the familiar figure under the waterfall.

I saw Meng Xiuyuan sitting cross-legged on a flat boulder in front of the waterfall, holding his dantian with his hands in front of his lower abdomen, obviously practicing the exercises.

The misty water under the waterfall and the fragrant flowers and plants all around is a moving scene.Meng Xiuyuan has a handsome face and a desolate temperament. Wearing white clothes and being in it, it makes people feel more immortal.

Song Qing stood there dumbfounded, watching Meng Xiuyuan speechless for a long time, his eyes full of amazement.

But don't get me wrong, he didn't have the habit of breaking his sleeves, what surprised him was Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts.

Looking closely at Meng Xiuyuan, he could see that although he was sitting not far in front of the waterfall, his white clothes were completely dry and not wet at all.The waterfall flew and fell on the bluestone, splashing a lot of water droplets, but at a position about three inches beside Meng Xiuyuan, it was all changed by an invisible airflow, turning into a trickle and flowing down around Meng Xiuyuan.

"Little Shishu's Mysterious Armor Art is so powerful, it's almost magical." Song Qingshu looked at Meng Xiuyuan and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

For more than nine years, Song Qingshu and this little uncle grew up together, which is really not an easy thing.Whether he was practicing martial arts or reading and writing, his father Song Yuanqiao would always unconsciously compare Meng Xiuyuan with him, which made him receive a lot of scolding for nothing.

As I said before, at the very beginning, Song Qingshu was thinking about being competitive. After all, everyone was the same age, and Meng Xiuyuan's talent in martial arts was far inferior to his, so he must be unconvinced.

However, since the news that Meng Xiuyuan was a genius of internal power better than his ancestor Zhang Zhenren spread on Wudang Mountain, Song Qingshu had no such thoughts.

The following three generations of disciples and chores are secretly rumored that the Eighth Shishu was an exiled immortal who was reprimanded by the Heavenly Court. He came to Wudang Mountain to reincarnate and re-cultivate, so he was able to cultivate such a thousand miles in a day.Song Qingshu did not believe this illusory statement. He only felt that Meng Xiuyuan was a genius that he had never been able to match in his entire life.

Fortunately, Meng Xiuyuan, the Eighth Master Uncle, treats him very well. As long as he is not practicing, he will take him to play games, play football, and tell him many magical stories.

It can be said that Meng Xiuyuan almost single-handedly made Song Qingshu's boring childhood on Wudang Mountain interesting.

It is precisely because of this that Song Qingshu's feelings for Meng Xiuyuan can be described as both admiration and kindness, and he has long lost his jealousy.Ever since Meng Xiuyuan came to the waterfall to practice the exercises, every day he took the initiative to bring meals.

It's just that in the past, he quietly left after putting down the food box. Only today, his father Song Yuanqiao had some news to convey to Meng Xiuyuan, so he stayed.

……

Just when Song Qingshu held his breath and didn't dare to disturb, he saw Meng Xiuyuan suddenly open his eyes, and his right hand holding a pill suddenly turned into a Taoist one-handed salute with thumb and index finger looped on his chest.

The next moment, his right palm swung diagonally downwards and suddenly, without sound, the lake surface three feet away surged violently in an instant. The palm print remains motionless on the water.

After a few breaths, Meng Xiuyuan took a deep breath and resumed the posture of sitting cross-legged with Dan, and the lake water returned to calm.

"Little Martial Uncle!" Song Qingshu, who was watching from the side, was really excited when he saw this spectacle, and couldn't help shouting out loud.

"Qingshu, why are you here..." Meng Xiu hiked a little and floated down from the bluestone.

"Little Martial Uncle, why did I come here? Most of the people who brought you meals in the past were me.

It's just that you've been practicing qigong all the time, and I've never dared to disturb you. "

"Really... I didn't pay much attention." Meng Xiuyuan looked indifferent when he recalled the year he had practiced in this waterfall pool.

Song Qingshu didn't notice his abnormality, but felt that this little uncle had become dumb after practicing the exercises alone for a long time.

"Little Martial Uncle, I said your palms are so powerful! Wow, you can shoot such a big palm print on the water with one palm..." Song Qingshu helped Meng Xiuyuan take the dishes from the food box Taking it out, he gestured to Meng Xiuyuan's palm technique just now.

Hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan stopped thinking about those unhappy things, and said while picking up his chopsticks:
"What a great thing, I can't get home with this kung fu practice.

When this air-shaking palm is practiced to a high depth, the palm strength should be condensed and not stagnant, and it should be just a normal palm-sized palm print when slapped on the water.Like me, the palm print is large and the water that is drained is not deep enough, which is a sign of too scattered palm strength.

When facing the enemy, it is good to meet the low kung fu, but to suffer the loss when encountering the master. "

Song Qingshu's excitement was not affected by Meng Xiuyuan's words, and he still said happily:

"Little Martial Uncle, you are just too modest, I'm afraid my father can't stop your palm...

By the way, as well as your mysterious armor art, it's simply airtight.

I only heard the name of "Xuanjia Gong" from my father before. I thought it was a foreign body-protecting kung fu like the King Kong Indestructible Magic of Shaolin Temple. "

Speaking of the rise, Song Qingshu picked up a peanut from the plate at hand and flicked it at Meng Xiuyuan. Sure enough, the peanut was just three inches in front of Meng Xiuyuan, who was burying his head in cooking, when an invisible air flow suddenly struck him. Slightly turned the direction, bypassing Meng Xiuyuan and flying towards the back of him.

"Don't make a fuss, you are working hard, don't you know, I want to let the senior brother know that you are wasting food so much, and it's time to scold you." Meng Xiuyuan stretched out his palm and sucked, and the peanuts returned to his hand obediently.

"My Profound Armor Art is also a lot worse.

Master once said that this kung fu is easy to practice but difficult to master, and there are many things to be discovered.

I reckoned that it would be considered a small achievement in kung fu if you had to practice sitting directly under the tens of meters high waterfall without getting your clothes wet from the water.I'm still a long way off.

In terms of actual combat, my current Mysterious Armor Technique can at most prevent some hidden weapons from flying arrows, but if I encounter a person who knows kung fu close to me with fists, palms, swords, and swords, I may not be able to completely defend against them.

Compared with those masters in Shaolin Temple who are proficient in the indestructible magic of the vajra, my defense ability of this mysterious armor art is still inferior in some aspects. "

Meng Xiuyuan was a little annoyed as he talked.

In recent years, in addition to practicing Pure Yang Wuji Gong, he has only practiced the three martial arts of Zhenkong Zhang, Xuanjia Gong, and Ti Yunzong, but none of them are proficient, which is really shameful.

The opposite Song Qingshu didn't think so at all, instead he said enviously:

"Little Martial Uncle is worthy of being the most beloved disciple of Grand Master. I heard from Daddy that in order to create these two kung fu, Grand Master spent three years in seclusion and thought hard to get what he got..."

"Qingshu, why are you talking sour. If you want to learn this kung fu and Xuanjia kung fu, I will teach you. Master didn't say that this kung fu can't be passed on to others...

Zhenkong Palm was improved by Master from our Wudang school's Zhenshan Palm, while Xuanjia Gong is easy to get started with, and it's not too difficult to say.

You have the foundation of Wudang martial arts, and your understanding is higher than mine, it is impossible to learn. "

Meng Xiuyuan glanced at Song Qingshu with a smile while nibbling on the chicken leg.

His own senior brother was just such a son. Although Meng Xiuyuan was about the same age as him physically, he had already regarded him as his junior in his heart.The senior brother has taken good care of Meng Xiuyuan over the years, and he taught his son some martial arts, which was nothing.

But Song Qingshu heard that Meng Xiuyuan was going to teach him martial arts, but his face was bitter, his eyes looked aside unconsciously, and said resentfully:

"Forget it, little uncle, this is a martial art created by Taishifu for you. Even if others learn it, it will not be able to use its power.

My father said, if you want to perform these two sets of martial arts, you need extremely deep internal strength as a backup.Even if he wants to use it himself, he will have to practice hard for another 20 years.

Daddy said that my progress in internal strength is not as good as when he was young, so if I do that, I will use your two sets of kung fu, I am afraid I have to wait until I am old and eighty..."

Meng Xiuyuan heard the words, and his heart was mixed.

Qingshu, you don't know how much I have suffered in order to practice this inner strength.

However, it is not easy to say such words face to face, Meng Xiuyuan just smiled and shook his head.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu is now [-] or [-] years old, and he is still a lively young man. He didn't worry about it too much. Instead, he chatted with Meng Xiuyuan about the wonderful game he played with Daotong and the waiters yesterday. Forget about martial arts.

After saying this for a while, Meng Xiuyuan had already stuffed all the food in the four large food boxes into his stomach.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to practice. Qingshu, you should go back early too..."

Meng Xiuyuan, who was full, rudely gave Song Qingshu an order to evict guests, telling him not to delay his practice.

"Oh, okay, I'll go first, little uncle." Song Qingshu had long been accustomed to Meng Xiuyuan's madman's temperament, so he quickly packed up his things and walked back the way he had come before carrying the food box.

But as soon as he took two steps, Song Qingshu remembered that he was chatting so happily that he almost forgot about the business, and hurriedly turned his head and said:
"By the way, little uncle, the reason why I disturbed your practice today is because daddy asked me to remind you that four days later, it will be the centenary birthday of the great master, and the second uncle has already joined the fifth uncle and his wife a few days ago. Wudang Mountain
If your "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" can't be practiced temporarily, put it on hold for a while..."

"What, is the day coming so soon?" Meng Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard the words, but felt that time really flies by so fast.

The story of this era is finally about to officially open the curtain.

(End of this chapter)