Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 87 Wudang Football
Afterwards, Meng Xiuyuan and Master went back to the house and chatted a lot, neither of them tire of it.

The main content is what I have seen, heard, and realized since this journey.

From the bandits and bandits he met along the way with shopkeeper Dong, to the verbal confrontation with the extinct old nun on Mount Emei, Meng Xiuyuan spoke in detail, describing the story of his journey vividly and vividly.

Zhang Sanfeng also listened very carefully, asking him about the details from time to time, and occasionally commenting and praising him.

In this way, the story did not end at Hongmei Villa until long after lunch time.

Taking advantage of the lingering rhyme of his speech, Meng Xiuyuan took out three secret books that he had compiled carefully, "Yi Yang Zhi", "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", and "Binding Body Linking Kung Fu" from his bosom. And enshrined with Master Zhang Zhenren.

"Master, although these three kung fu are not closely related to my Wudang martial arts like "Nine Suns Divine Kung Fu", they can all be regarded as first-class skills.

You can keep it as a reference, maybe it will be of some inspiration when you study martial arts in the future. "

Zhang Sanfeng nodded when he heard the words, and took the cheat book smoothly.

He naturally knows the weight of these three martial arts. After all, when he was a young monk 90 years ago, he heard that there were two seniors in the martial arts world. They respectively became the best in the world with "Yi Yang Zhi" and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu". master.

But since Meng Xiuyuan had already sent the cheat book, the real person Zhang would not refuse.There is no need to be courteous between the two of them, the master and the apprentice.

So he just smiled and teased Meng Xiuyuan:
"Hahaha, Xiuyuan, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

You have gained a lot in the two years you have been down the mountain.

Let's count it down, the kung fu you gave me after you came back this time is more than what I have taught you.

From this point of view, as a master, I have to work hard in the future..."

Hearing the sound, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help grinning, and said following Master's words:

"Yes, Master, I have been waiting.

When the time comes, your new martial art will be created, but please remember to be the first to pass it on to me. "

While the master and apprentice were talking and laughing, the bells and drums outside rang again.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Okay, let's go, you don't have to accompany me.

I know that you still have to send Xiao Wuji the "Nine Suns Divine Art" to treat the cold poison, the journey is far away, go and have a good rest.

When you leave tomorrow morning, you don't have to come and see me, just remember to be careful on the road.

Don't be careless just because of your high martial arts skills, and be tricked by the villains.

Come back early, let's talk when we have something to say. "

Meng Xiuyuan nodded when he heard the words, without being pretentious, he just stood up and bowed deeply to the master, then turned around and left the room.

Master is right, the future will be long, and it will not be too late to say anything when he comes back.

At least give the master some time to absorb and understand the many magical and secret techniques that Meng Xiuyuan brought back, and then the two can discuss how to integrate them, so that the kung fu will make great progress and go further.

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Meng Xiuyuan came out of the master's room, went to the kitchen to have lunch, and came to the open space in front of Zixiao Hall.

This is the place where Wudang disciples do morning and evening classes, boxing and sword training on weekdays. It can be understood as the "martial arts training ground" of Wudang sect.

And Meng Xiuyuan came back to the sect with great difficulty, thinking that as a junior martial uncle, he should also point out those three generations of disciples, fulfill his obligations as an elder martial uncle, and at the same time get used to the feeling of being a master in advance .

But he didn't expect that when he arrived at the place, he saw a cloud of dust.

The wooden stakes and fake targets used to practice exercises on weekdays have long since disappeared. On the contrary, there are two more wooden goals on both sides of the open space, and many lines have been carved with weapons on the dirt. It can be clearly seen that a simple modern football field has been formed.

"Little uncle, why did you come here? Didn't we agree to play football together at noon? We have been waiting for you for a long time."

Seeing Meng Xiuyuan appearing, Lingxu was the first to call out to him.

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard the words, and said with a smile:

"You guys are positive, even the stadium has been set up, but it took a lot of effort, right?

Playing football is playing football, so you can't delay your daily practice because of this. "

You know, although Meng Xiuyuan has been playing football with these three generations of disciples for ten years, in general, to avoid trouble, everyone just puts two branches at random and counts them as goals, and they don't take the trouble to remove those debris and just kick them casually. Just make do with a kick.

It is only occasionally during the holidays that it is so formal like today.

"Don't worry, little uncle, we doubled the homework for today in the morning, even if there are some shortcomings, there is still time to make up in the evening.

As for this place, we were too lazy to arrange it, but you were too late, and we were idle, so we packed it up. "

Lingxu heard the words and explained to Meng Xiuyuan.

"Okay, that's my fault.

Let's start quickly, I will teach you brats a lesson, and let you experience my 'Wudang King' again. "

Meng Xiuyuan would not be disappointed, he stretched out his hand and called everyone to play football.

A whistle sounded, and the "fight" immediately started on the court.

Meng Xiuyuan led some younger and weaker disciples to form a "red team", marked by a strand of red cloth tied to their sleeves, while Lingxu, Lingqing, Lingjun, and Lingyou were good at martial arts and had good ball skills. Gao's three generations of disciples formed a "blue team" to fight against Meng Xiuyuan together.

In order to play interestingly, Meng Xiuyuan did not use martial arts to overwhelm others, but took the initiative to restrain his own skills.

Specifically, it is to keep one's self-exposed cultivation level [-] to [-]% higher than Lingxu, the strongest player in the field. Although he still has the advantage, he does not completely crush it, making the game lose suspense.

This also makes the competition on the court very fierce, and everyone is fully committed to it between offense and defense.

"I'm free, pass it on!"

Just two or three minutes into the game, the two defenders on the red side of Meng Xiuyuan worked together to intercept the opponent's ball. Meng Xiuyuan saw the opportunity and quickly went straight into the empty area of ​​the opponent's backcourt, and at the same time shouted to his teammates behind him for the ball.

Hearing Meng Xiuyuan's voice, the little disciple naturally ignored everything else, looked up for a moment, then kicked the ball towards Meng Xiuyuan.

After all, he is a martial arts practitioner. Although his skills are not that deep, he has a solid base and precise control of strength. This pass just happened to pass over Meng Xiuyuan's head and landed not far in front of him.

As long as he rushes forward, there will be a good opportunity to face the goalkeeper head-on.

However, Meng Xiuyuan was not careless, because as the absolute main force of the red team, there were always two blue team defenders guarding him close to him all the year round.

The two of them naturally saw the danger of the ball, and approached Meng Xiuyuan at the same time.

"Little uncle, let's see how my "Cotton Palm" stickiness has been practicing recently!"

While Lingxu was speaking, he attacked Meng Xiuyuan with both hands, tightly wrapped around his left arm, trying to slow down his pace.

But don't get me wrong, he didn't foul on purpose.

This is the characteristic of Wudang football, and it is also the rule of the game.

In Wudang, you can attack your opponent while kicking the ball, and there are no restrictions on punching and kicking.

However, each fight is limited to one move, otherwise it would not be a football match, but a martial arts competition.

Lingxu thought carefully when he made a move, because he knew that he was not as fast as Meng Xiuyuan, and if he couldn't destroy his starting movement with one move, it would be difficult to interfere.

That's why he didn't use other martial arts, but only used this "Cotton Palm". He didn't expect to beat Meng Xiuyuan with one move, but he knew that he could slow down his speed.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiuyuan turned his head and smiled at him, and then a strange and complicated force came from Meng Xiuyuan's arm, which immediately shook Lingxu's tightly bound arms away.

Lingxu only felt that the force was obviously not strong, but he had no way to resist it. Instead, his arm was numb from the shock, and he couldn't exert his strength for a long time.

"Little uncle, what kind of kung fu are you doing?" Seeing Meng Xiuyuan gradually running away, Lingxu shouted unwillingly behind him.

"You created it yourself. If you perform well, you may be able to teach you two hands in the future." Meng Xiuyuan ran forward, turned his head back and smiled at him.

In fact, it's not unusual, it's just that the strength of the "Zhi Ge Sword Art" was used on the arm.Lingxu had never seen it before, so he suffered a disadvantage.

At the same time, Ling Jun, who was defending Meng Xiuyuan on the right side, saw that something was wrong, and at the same time shoveled towards Meng Xiuyuan with the move of "Wudang 36-way Chain Kick".

It's just that Meng Xiuyuan was keenly aware of it, and he jumped to avoid it.

Thus, Meng Xiuyuan successfully faced the blue goalkeeper single-handedly, only took a few steps forward, and then volleyed out.

Opposite goalkeeper Lingyou, because of his quick response, long arms, and good at the closed style in "Cotton Palm", which is more important than defense, is always placed in the goalkeeper position by the blue team and suffers from Meng Xiuyuan's devastation.

At this time, seeing Meng Xiuyuan shoot a ball vigorously, he was afraid of three points when he missed it.

So even though he was still flying with all his strength, he only touched the ball with his fingertips, and couldn't completely block the football.

"Okay!" "Beautiful, little uncle!" "Come in, come in, come in!!"

No matter on the court or on the sidelines, many young disciples jumped up in an instant, shouting loudly to celebrate.

In order to catch up with the eager atmosphere, Meng Xiuyuan ran to the sidelines on purpose, leaped several feet high with the ladder cloud with all his strength, and then turned several somersaults in the air before landing steadily, and smashed his own leg with his fist while smiling. The raised chest is his signature goal celebration.

Sure enough, another burst of clapping and applause erupted, erupting the atmosphere to a new climax.

What Meng Xiuyuan didn't expect was that he also saw a special figure at the side.

It was that little Zhou Zhiruo, standing alone beside the group of Wudang disciples, applauding Meng Xiuyuan happily all by herself.

　The state is very poor, so I decided to take a day off tomorrow, and today is an early leave.

　　I hope everyone will forgive me, in fact, I am also very heartbroken (heartbroken that my full attendance is gone).

　　Just to ensure the quality of the follow-up plot, we still have to delay for a day to sort out our thoughts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)