Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 3 Three sentences, let Song Qingshu recognize me as the big brother

The days on Wudang Mountain are really monotonous.

In addition to eating, sleeping, washing and going to the toilet, the rest of the time can only be used for practice.

Of course, this is mainly because Meng Xiuyuan, as a second-generation disciple of Wudang, has a relatively high status in the Wudang sect, and he does not have to do chores such as laundry, cooking, chopping firewood and carrying water, so he appears to be relatively free.

The following three generations of disciples and young Daoists who have just entered the school are envious of Meng Xiuyuan's leisurely days.

It's just that as a modern person, such a day is indeed a bit difficult.Ten days and a half months is a novelty, but if it lasts longer, I can't help but feel bored.

Therefore, for the purpose of laying a foundation for future Wudang practice advanced martial arts, and also thinking of adjusting his life by the way, Meng Xiuyuan decided to read the Taoist classics hidden in Wudang school after practice.

Song Yuanqiao, who heard about Meng Xiuyuan's idea, was naturally surprised. After all, a six- or seven-year-old hairy child suddenly came to you and told you that he wanted to study ancient Chinese philosophical theories. Most people would not believe it.

Fortunately, considering Meng Xiuyuan's mysterious origin and mature performance, Song Yuanqiao agreed with Meng Xiuyuan's repeated pleas.After all, reading Taoist Tibetans is not practice.

Even if he really misunderstood and took a crooked path, Meng Xiuyuan has never practiced any profound internal skills, and there is no risk of going crazy. Zhang Sanfeng will come back and let him correct it.

So when Song Yuanqiao took Meng Xiuyuan to the library, he only made two requests to him:

First, try not to damage the books in it, because some of them are precious orphans, and there is no time to transcribe them after they are collected.

Second, don't force it if you don't understand it, because some Song Yuanqiao himself doesn't dare to say that he is completely transparent, and there will be a long time in the future.

After that, Meng Xiuyuan finally had a third option in his daily life besides Wudang Changquan and meditation.

However, he soon discovered that the so-called thorough reading of Taoist Tibetans was a very difficult task for a layman like him with an average level of education.

Even if Song Yuanqiao arranged a few relatively simple and basic Taoist classics for him as an introduction, and took the trouble to answer his various doubts for him, the content was too difficult for Meng Xiuyuan, who had only received an undergraduate education in the 21st century. some.

But fortunately, there is nothing disturbing on Wudang Mountain, which makes people's mind clear and less distracting.In addition, the overall atmosphere of Taoism in the surrounding Wudang sect was also highlighted, and it was suitable for reading the scriptures and comprehending the Tao. Meng Xiuyuan could finally read it reluctantly.

If it was in the previous life, he would have no such patience.

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In this way, three months passed in a hurry, and snowflakes also fell on Wudang Mountain.

Green pines, red walls, and plain snow covers.The Wudang faction in this cold winter looks a bit unique, and it makes people feel more immortal.

"Eldest brother, has the master come back yet?" Meng Xiuyuan asked Song Yuanqiao a little worriedly.

Zhang Zhenren has been silent since he went down the mountain before March, and he still doesn't know what happened.In this regard, although Meng Xiuyuan knew that his martial arts would not cause any problems, he was still somewhat anxious.

After all, he brought the news of the black jade intermittently. If he really made a mistake because of this, then how should he deal with himself on this Wudang Mountain?
"Little Junior Brother, don't worry. Master, the old man has no worries about going down the mountain alone, and nothing will happen. We just need to wait for him to come back." Song Yuanqiao naturally saw through Meng Xiuyuan's thoughts and comforted him gently.

Meng Xiuyuan thought about it after hearing the words, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Zhang Sanfeng, the great master of the past and present, is indeed not his time to worry.

You must know that when Zhang Zhenren was young, he experienced the apocalyptic scene of the destruction of the country in the Southern Song Dynasty and the raging of the Yuan army. At that time, the order of the martial arts collapsed and the blood and rain on the rivers and lakes. People drink tea.

The description of Zhang Sanfeng's decades of experience in Mr. Jin's book is only a few words like "sweeping away evil spirits and shaking the rivers and lakes", "everyone who played with him died in the past", but if you take a closer look, maybe the answer is in it.

Why is it that at the beginning of the plot of "Eternal Dragon Slayer", there was only a Ming sect on the top of the Western Regions' bright roof that aimed to overthrow the imperial court and was not understood by the Central Plains schools, while the Central Plains did not have any famous big devils or seniors The evil master?

The Mesozoic generation of Xuanming Er Lao, Chengkun and others only came to prominence after Zhang Sanfeng went to Wudang Mountain.And one by one, they still shrank their heads, only daring to plan secretly in the dark.

Is it because those big devils were influenced by the righteous way, put down the butcher's knife, and changed their evil ways?
It's unlikely.

You must know that Zhang Zhenren is not the dawdling character of his disciple Sun Zhang Wuji, but he will not use love to influence the demons of the evil sect, and he will never hesitate to kill those who should be killed.

So I guess, Mr. Jin's "The Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" were separated by decades, perhaps because the story of the protagonist Zhang Sanfeng swept the world's demons during this period was boring.

Zhang Zhenzhen killed a bandit cottage today, and tomorrow he killed two evil demons. It took decades to kill a peaceful, peaceful and orderly Central Plains martial arts forest.

Such a story, I am afraid, can only be written as a cool article on the Internet like "One Palm Immortal".

Now 90-year-old Zhang Zhenren, although he has not fought with others for many years, his combat effectiveness has not diminished at all, and even his martial arts skills can be said to have improved a lot.

He went down the mountain alone without the burden of his disciples and grandchildren, so he had no weaknesses at all.

A mere Ruyang mansion would definitely not be difficult for this real Zhang.

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What Meng Xiuyuan really needed to worry about was his own problems.

Because on this morning, he experienced the most humiliating moment since time-travel.

He was beaten by his nephew, and beaten badly.

"Uncle Master, offended!"

Song Qingshu looked at Meng Xiuyuan who was lying on the ground, and cupped his hands in a proper posture, but his eyes were extremely proud and smug.

After holding back for three months, this breath was finally earned by himself.

Song Qingshu immediately looked at his father expectantly, thinking in his heart that this time his father should see which of the two is better.

Unexpectedly, the praise he expected from the group did not appear, but instead overwhelming criticism poured in.

"Qingshu, what's your attitude?! You were just lucky enough to win one and a half moves, and you put your tail up in the sky? You haven't apologized to your Uncle Eighth!" Song Yuanqiao helped Meng Xiuyuan up. He shouted towards Song Qingshu, who was facing him.

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingshu was struck by lightning.

"But... it's me who won, can't I win?!" Song Qingshu's tears rolled in his eyes, but he still held back his tears.

"Oh, don't, don't, senior brother, what are you doing..." Meng Xiuyuan waved his hands helplessly at Song Yuanqiao while slapping the dust on his body: "If you lose, you lose, and my kung fu is indeed not as good as Qingshu, which is normal. The matter. Senior brother, how can you criticize Qingshu because of this.”

"Little Junior Brother, this isn't just for the two of you to practice some punches against each other, it doesn't even use your internal strength, it's not a competition.

What I'm angry with is the attitude of this kid, Qing Shu. He is so arrogant and arrogant.

The road to martial arts is long. If you have such a arrogant attitude from the beginning, how can you learn advanced martial arts in the future?

Besides, my Wudang clan has always respected the teacher, you are his uncle, and he shouldn't treat you with this attitude anyway... I'm too embarrassed to cry! "

Song Yuanqiao glared at Song Qingshu with a look of "You unworthy son, you are mad at me", and his neck shrank in fright, and quickly wiped away his tears.

"Okay, eldest brother, how can you be so serious? Qingshu was just a little excited after he won. If I win, I'll definitely be more excited than him." Meng Xiuyuan said with a smile for Song Qingshu. Nice words.

"Little Junior Brother, you defended Qingshu again... Hey, you said that at the same age, it would be great if Qingshu had half your temperament, and I don't have to worry about his future." Song Yuanqiao shook his head. Shaking his head, he still turned around and scolded Song Qingshu for being useless.

The two brothers were so polite. When they were about to return to the main topic of martial arts, a third-generation disciple suddenly came and shouted away, saying that there was something for Song Yuanqiao to deal with, and called him away.

So today's teaching session also ended and turned to self-study.

Before leaving, Song Yuanqiao didn't forget to stare at Song Qingshu, and said ruthlessly, "I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow", and then left in a hurry.

At this time, only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu were left in the backyard.

Meng Xiuyuan looked at Song Qingshu who started punching to let out his breath, and sighed in his heart.

Song Yuanqiao really doesn't understand education, he only knows how to be strict.

Such a lack of love in childhood may be the main reason for Song Qingshu to become a brainless dog in the future.

Since Meng Xiuyuan saw this problem, with Song Yuanqiao taking such care of him, he naturally couldn't just sit back and ignore it.

So, Meng Xiuyuan took the initiative to speak up:

"Qingshu, why are you angry?"

Song Qingshu ignored Meng Xiuyuan and just lowered his head and punched.

Meng Xiu didn't give up when he saw this. He looked around, looking for something. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Haha, Qingshu, what do you think this is?"

Song Qingshu was originally playing a petty temper and didn't want to deal with Meng Xiuyuan.But there was a bright color in the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't help but turn his head.

"Paper kite!"

As soon as he saw the delicate paper kite in Meng Xiuyuan's hand, Xiao Qingshu couldn't take his eyes away.

Said to be a paper kite, this gorgeous "flower butterfly" is made of smooth silk except for the bamboo skeleton.

Coupled with the five-colored ribbons under it, it can be said that it is completely in line with the simple aesthetics of Song Qingshu, a child who has never seen the world.

"Is Zhiyuan good-looking?" Meng Xiuyuan asked with a smile.

"Good-looking, good-looking." Xiao Qingshu wiped away the snot from crying just now, but her eyes were still inseparable from Zhi Yuan.

"This is your Uncle Six who went down the mountain two days ago to work on errands, and bought it for me when you came back. I heard that not only is the price very expensive, but it is also very rare. The boss who sold the paper kite only had this one in his possession, and he was not willing at first. Sell ​​it..." Meng Xiuyuan deliberately pretended to be proud and said.

"Yes, yes, such a beautiful paper kite is still made of silk, it must be extremely rare..." Xiao Qingshu had long forgotten about his anger with Meng Xiuyuan, and hurriedly nodded.

Due to Song Yuanqiao's strict control and growing up on this Wudang Mountain since childhood, Song Qingshu's childhood can be said to be very boring.Although there is no shortage of food and clothing, there is very little exposure to these things related to children's play.

The reason why he knew Zhi Yuan was that he had the good fortune to meet him from Ling Xu, a friend of the same age.

Lingxu is ingenious and ingenious. Before going up the mountain, he saw the process of making paper kites by craftsmen. After going up to Wudang Mountain, because of the boredom, he actually carved bamboo and pasted paper by himself. It took half a year to make a crude paper kite.

With this paper kite, Lingxu was once famous among children under the age of ten on Wudang Mountain, and everyone wanted to use it to play.Ke Lingxu loves her baby dearly and never lends it out, but only occasionally takes it out and let it fly when the mountain wind is suitable, so that the children around her can follow the eye addiction.

Of course, Xiao Qingshu has always been envious of the paper kite, and carefully tested his father's tone, but he was immediately scolded for "playing with things and losing his mind", so he didn't dare to go to your uncles to ask for this paper kite.

In the end, helpless, under the bribery of his begging and a packet of ghee, Ling Xucai reluctantly borrowed the self-made crude paper kite to play with him for three days.

Of course, after playing for a long time, Song Yuanqiao found it and confiscated it.

Since then, Xiaoqingshu has been obsessed with this paper kite, and has been urging Lingxu to find a way to make another one.But after Lingxu was reprimanded by Song Yuanqiao once, how dare he do such a thing, naturally he has been trying to avoid it.

To this day, Xiao Qingshu still remembers the magical feeling of watching the paper kite fly away a little bit while taking advantage of the mountain wind.

So, in his little brain, the silky paper kite that is a hundred times more exquisite in front of him is of course a precious treasure.

Xiaoqingshu instinctively reached out to touch the paper kite, but she retracted her hand like an electric shock.After carefully wiping his hands on his robe, he asked Meng Xiuyuan pleadingly.

"Uncle Shi, it was all my fault just now. I shouldn't treat you with that attitude. This paper kite, can I... can I touch it?"

As he said that, he spread out his two small fair hands towards Meng Xiuyuan:

"Look, I've wiped my hands clean, so I won't stain your paper kite."

"Heh, what's this trivial matter? Let's play with it, Uncle Shi gave it to you." Meng Xiuyuan smirked, pretending to be indifferent and not obsessed with things.

"What?!" Xiao Qingshu exclaimed loudly, then quickly covered her mouth, looked around and didn't see her father's figure, and then her big eyes looked at Meng Xiuyuan in shock.

Such a treasure, Uncle Shi is not only willing to let me touch it, or even willing to lend it to me to play, but is willing to give it to me directly? !

Xiaoqingshu's worldview was greatly shocked.

At this moment, he looked at Meng Xiuyuan again, as if he saw the seated statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu enshrined in the main hall of Wudang, all of which were faintly revealing the brilliance of divinity.

"Why, you don't want it?" Meng Xiuyuan asked with a crooked mouth, slightly retracting the paper kite in his hand, and deliberately teasing Song Qingshu.

"Yes, I want it! Thank you uncle, thank you uncle!" Song Qingshu hurriedly responded, respectfully and carefully taking Zhiyuan with both hands.That little head was about to drop to the ground.

Meng Xiuyuan suspected that Song Qingshu might not have been so serious when he went to the Wudang Mountain Gate and greeted his father and Zhang Sanfeng when he was a child.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw this, he waved his hand and said:
"Okay, let's play with it. When your father asked, he said I lent it to you to play, and he wouldn't confiscate it again."

"Yes, yes. Thank you, Uncle Master!" Xiao Qingshu held the paper kite, afraid of Meng Xiuyuan's repentance, and hurriedly ran out of the courtyard.

However, as Meng Xiuyuan watched him, when he was about to run to the corner of the corridor, his footsteps gradually slowed down.

Standing on the spot and bowing his head for a moment, Xiao Qingshu clenched his fists tightly and struggled for a long time. He suddenly turned around and shouted at Meng Xiuyuan:

"Uncle Shi, I've thought about it, I can't ask for something so precious from you.

I'll just play for two days, and I'll give it back to you in two days.

You can rest assured that what Qing Shu promised will be done, and your paper kite will not be damaged! "

(End of this chapter)