The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

The morning light breaks and the sun rises in the east.

The light pierced through the clouds and scattered over Wudang Mountain.

On the south side of Tianzhu Peak, you can see a cliff as sharp as a sword with a steep wall, and a Taihe Palace located on the isolated peak.

The palace is built against the mountain and beside the rocks, with an exquisite structure. It is the highest scenic spot in Wudang Mountain.

But there was no one there at the moment. When Fang Xun pushed the door open, he appeared on the top of an inconspicuous hill on the west side of Tianzhu Peak.

As soon as I arrived, I saw a Taoist priest meditating and breathing.

Breathe in—breath out—breath in—

The Taoist looked ordinary, as if he was just doing simple breathing exercises, which even those who have not yet entered the realm of the acquired nature can do.

But if you taste it more carefully, you will find that there is a mysterious rhythm between each breath.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it wisps of purple morning sun.

This Taoist who eats wind and drinks dew, breathes out purple air, and refines pure yang is none other than the famous Zhang Sanfeng.

Fang Xun did not disturb the other party, but just looked at the Wudang founder quietly.

At first, I looked at him from left to right and thought he was an unremarkable Taoist priest. But when I looked at him again, I felt that he seemed to have achieved the ultimate truth and returned to nature.

As Zhang Sanfeng completed 9981 cycles of breathing, the purple energy of the morning sun gradually dissipated.

He opened his eyes, his look was calm, and he slowly stood up.

But such a simple action made Fang Xun feel that Zhang Sanfeng was gone!

But it is not quite appropriate to say that the person is gone, or it would be more appropriate to say that Zhang Sanfeng is "gone".

Before pushing the door, Fang Xun had also guessed what kind of temperament Zhang Sanfeng would have.

As majestic as a mountain, as powerful as a mountain, supreme
It is definitely inappropriate to apply these words to Zhang Sanfeng.

As for the possibility of being an immortal, ethereal and otherworldly, Fang Xun felt that was not necessarily the case, because he understood that the higher the realm, the more likely it was to return to nature and become ordinary.

Not to mention Zhang Sanfeng, the impartial and peaceful Taoist master.

But at this moment, the feeling Zhang Sanfeng gave Fang Xun was one word: "nothing", which was like the Taoist "Wuji" and the Buddhist "emptiness".

Invisible, shadowless, soundless, and substanceless.

Boundless, limitless, without beginning, without end.

Everything seems to be the "nothingness" at the beginning of the universe, when heaven and earth did not exist and the concepts of time and space had not yet been born.

But this kind of "nothingness" does not really mean there is nothing.

Fang Xun vaguely felt that Zhang Sanfeng seemed not to exist, but he was everywhere, as if everything in the world belonged to him.

He is the Taihe Palace, he is the Tianzhu Peak, and he is the entire Wudang Mountain.

Fang Xun couldn't help but think, "I don't know Sanfeng's true face because I am in the martial arts world."

"The state of returning to the true nature in the Nine Heavens Sutra is that one is one with the heaven and earth, creating nature. The heaven and earth are me, and I am the heaven and earth. This is the origin of the universe - Wuji.

The boundless state of the Yi Jin Jing becomes one with the heaven, earth and universe, and is eternal and everlasting.

After seeing the Taoist priest, I realized that Buddhism and Taoism ultimately lead to the same destination. It is truly thought-provoking.”

Fang Xun seemed to understand something for a moment.

"You are the most powerful one, my friend. You are the original, the great, and the final cycle, encompassing everything in the world. You are also a god, a demon, and a human."

Zhang Sanfeng replied with a smile.

"This little trick of mine cannot deceive the sharp eyes of fellow Taoist."

Although his words were meant to be modest, they were also sincere.

If Fang Xun's realm was not high enough, it would be impossible for him to see himself, because he was nothing.

Fang Xun hurriedly responded: "I dare not, I dare not, I hope you can forgive me for disturbing Taoist Sanfeng's meditation."

"You are too polite, my friend. The young are really formidable."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Fang Xun, who looked a little too young, and couldn't help but sigh for a moment.

"When I was your age, I was far inferior to you." "Master, you are too kind. I am just following the path of my predecessors and repeating what they have said. How dare I compare myself with you?"

Fang Xun said seriously.

“Although I have always believed that ancestors are not worthy of imitation and the laws of nature are not worthy of fear, there is a saying that those who plant trees will enjoy the shade.

The same is true for martial arts. If there were no predecessors like you to clear the way and perfect the general principles, no matter how talented I am, I would not be able to achieve what I have today."

This is also Fang Xun's idea. Later generations may not be stronger than the ancients, but even if they are stronger than the ancients, it is not because they are more talented, but because the predecessors have opened up the way, so later generations do not need to repeat detours on the rugged and dangerous road.

"Alright, alright, stop blowing. You've made my bones feel two taels lighter. If you keep blowing, I'm afraid I won't be able to find my way around."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and joked, then paced and chatted with Fang Xun.

The two chatted about everything under the sun, and gradually they came to talk about their own Taoism. They spoke freely and discussed Taoism over a cup of tea.

Fang Xun told the other party about his insights into the three styles of life and death without reservation, and also took out several volumes of divine and demonic martial arts he had obtained to discuss with the other party.

Zhang Sanfeng was also not shy about keeping anything to himself. He directly took out the "Nine Heavens Sutra", which was the culmination of his life's wisdom and hard work. He even took out the "Yi Jin Jing" from the Shaolin Temple for Fang Xun to appreciate.

In the original novel, Zhang Sanfeng was taught the "Yi Jin Jing" by the Shaolin Temple's fire monk when he was young. Later, because he killed several Yuan soldiers in an act of chivalry, other Shaolin monks discovered that he possessed the power of the "Yi Jin Jing".

So the abbot of Shaolin followed the temple rules and first abolished Huogong Toudao's martial arts, and then punished him to face the wall on the Cliff of Repentance.

He then broke Zhang Sanfeng's Qi gate, causing him to lose all his martial arts skills and be expelled from Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Sanfeng was a man of extraordinary talent. After his martial arts were abolished, he introduced the Taoist view of heaven and earth and integrated the Buddhist method of "Yi Jin Jing". He took a different approach and realized a set of "Nine Heavens Sutra" mental methods, thus breaking down and then establishing again.

Speaking of "Yi Jin Jing", Fang Xun actually had several copies before. He had collected several versions of "Yi Jin Jing", including the ancient, gold, and warm versions.

After all, in the martial arts novels of previous lives, the Shaolin Temple may not have a sense of presence, but it must be there, almost like the Demon Cult, it is a standard feature.

But the difference between the "Yi Jin Jing" version obtained now and the "New Dragon Tiger Gate" version is simply beyond reason.

Just like the orange cat and the panda, although they are both called cats, their essences are completely different.

However, this divine and demonic version of "Yi Jin Jing" is not as difficult to learn and master as those low-level martial arts versions.

After Bodhidharma created the Twelve-Level Golden Bell Cover, he felt it was too profound and difficult to practice, so he simplified it and created the "Yi Jin Jing".

There are seven levels of pagoda, namely the first, second, red, yellow, blue, white and black. Finally there is the legendary realm of Avici, where everything is empty.

Although there is still a certain threshold, it is almost non-existent for Fang Xun.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's "Nine Heavens Scriptures" is much friendlier, moderate and peaceful, and it emphasizes the principle of being easy to learn but difficult to master.

This martial art is extremely easy to learn, and anyone can get started as long as they are not hopeless.

It is divided into nine acupoints and nine chapters. One acupoint is an independent area. By practicing eight acupoints and eight chapters, you can develop 70% of the acupoints in the human body and unleash your potential to the fullest.

The difficulty of the first eight chapters increases step by step, and after completing them to perfection, you will reach the peak of the Yang Shen Realm.

When it comes to the ninth chapter, the difficulty increases sharply. You need to break your dantian once like Zhang Sanfeng, and then stand up again after breaking it.

Only then will it be possible to achieve the four realms described in Chapter 9: "Return of the two poles to the origin", "Return of Tai Chi to the origin", "Ultimate return to oneness" and the final "Return of Wuji to the truth".

Of course, it is impossible for Fang Xun to have nothing better to do than to practice martial arts to destroy his Dantian, but it is still possible for him to absorb the essence of these two magical skills and integrate them into his own system.

For a while, the two of them were discussing the Dao in a good tone.

In the outside world, a wooden kite was soaring in the sky. Besides Fang Xun sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, there was also a large box.

At the same time, a mountain in western Hunan.

Shangguan Wudi, who had been in seclusion for a long time, also finished his training, opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

The north wind was howling, but it was getting faster and faster, indicating that the trip to the Burial Valley might be very uneasy.

He seemed to be aware of something and looked towards the east, as if he had crossed many spaces and arrived in Wuzhou.

Shangguan Wudi's intuition told him that Fang Xun's strength might be stronger than expected, and not just as strong as Wu Haoran.

But he smiled instead.

"If this is true, that's what I expect, isn't it?"

As he muttered to himself, his figure disappeared into the mountains. (End of this chapter)