Chapter 78: The Three Great Innate Gatherings in Wudang
"Sure enough, he still came."
Seeing Qingyu, Taiyuan nodded secretly, this man finally arrived at Wudang Mountain.
As he expected, martial arts has entered the innate realm, and it is really difficult to find someone who can discuss the Tao. In today's world, I am afraid that the masters in the innate realm are Taiyuan himself, Zhang Sanfeng, and Qingyu.
These are three people.
"Haha, Mr. Zhang, Qingyu, you are so interested, even I am here to join in the fun!"
With a long roar, Taiyuan floated and directly joined the two men's battle group.
With his bare hands, he punched Zhang Sanfeng and Qingyu respectively with his bare hands, as if he was slowing down.
"Huh? It's actually little friend Taiyuan? Good luck!"
Zhang Sanfeng raised his brows and said something in surprise, as an ancient and dignified fist struck him.
With a thought in his mind, he made a circular motion with his arms, like a cloud hand, and layers of round and dense energy spread in front of him.
Poof, there was a soft muffled sound, and the two of them were separated at the first touch. Zhang Sanfeng only felt that Taiyuan's punch contained all kinds of complex and changeable strength, either hard or soft, pushing forward or pulling back. The strength of this punch
It was strange and mysterious. With the exquisiteness of his Tai Chi Cloud Hands, he could feel his arms vibrating, and a trace of condensed and strange strength invaded. The Pure Yang Wuji Kung was running in his body, and it took a few breaths to completely dissipate it.
"What a powerful fist. This is the Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong sect. I am impressed that little friend Taiyuan can use it to such an extent!"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and saw the mystery behind Taiyuan's punch at a glance.
On the other side, Qingyu's figure was as ethereal as clouds and mist, and she used wisps of strength as sharp as fine needles dozens of times in a row before she was able to wipe out Taiyuan's fist strength.
Since the Taiyuan fetal breath has been perfected and the internal organs have been filled with essence, the five qi in the body have circulated. He has practiced this Seven Injury Fist to the point where he can turn the strength into one. With a random movement, the many fist strengths are combined into one, and the destructive and killing power contained in it,
Really scary.
"Zhenzhen Zhang is overrated. The two of you are discussing and discussing Taoism on Wudang Mountain. It's so comfortable and enviable!"
Taiyuan chuckled lightly, and without delay, he scurried around, like a snake crouching on grass, twisting and unloading, and joined the battle group of the two, waving his fists and feet silently, but with deep inner strength.
The moves are clumsy and the energy is continuous.
Zhang Sanfeng and Qing Yu looked at each other without saying anything. Each of them showed off their unique skills. One was doing Tai Chi circles, breaking shapes and meaning continuously, and the other was like lightning, but his speed could not be broken. For a moment, the three of them were walking around like a revolving lantern.
Let's fight in the back of Wudang.
As they collided with each other, the energy between heaven and earth gathered together, forming a cloud of mist. Song Yuanqiao and others outside could only hear the roar of fists and feet, but it was difficult to see the specific form of the moves.
Even so, Song Yuanqiao and others did not walk away. Instead, they concentrated their thoughts and carefully understood the changes in strength and the true meaning of martial arts.
This situation is equivalent to the three great masters personally evolving their own martial arts. If they understand some principles from it, it will have a huge promotion effect on their own martial arts cultivation.
At this time, in the spiritual induction of everyone, in the back mountain of Wudang, there seemed to be a Tai Chi, a scorching sun, and a divine sword, reflecting each other. Sometimes the Tai Chi diagram swallowed up the yin and yang Taoism, changing hardness and softness, and was subtle and mysterious, moving towards the scorching sun and the divine sword.
The sword suppressed the past, and sometimes there was a sword flying in the air, the powerful sword intent cutting through the void of heaven and earth, or a mighty sun shining down on the heaven and earth, its blazing light melting gold and turning iron.
These three kinds of visions are the true meaning of Taiyuan's martial arts. They are all different and have different mysteries.
The fiercer the battle, the more the three people's true martial arts boiled over, almost condensing into substance in the void. It was originally pure spiritual Taoism, but it had a subtle charm of breaking through the changes in nothingness and descending into the real space.
Such martial arts can almost be regarded as magical powers.
"Grandmaster martial arts, this is the real grandmaster martial arts."
Song Yuanqiao had the highest level of cultivation among everyone, and also understood the true meaning of Taiyuan and others' martial arts the most. He looked obsessed and wanted to watch it forever.
Others, such as Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu and others, have different martial arts cultivation levels, and the true meaning they feel from them is also different, but in the end, everyone has their own gains.
Shouts of exclamation kept ringing out.
It has to be said that Zhang Sanfeng has a unique vision, and several of his disciples have extraordinary understandings. It is not an easy task to be able to gain insights from the discussions of their three great innate masters. If it is an ordinary martial artist or craftsman,
If you are too angry, you only know how to practice martial arts according to the martial arts secrets of the predecessors. Even if you practice the magical secrets, it will only make one more martial arts master in the world. Only those with extraordinary spirituality and profound wisdom can
Being able to understand the true meaning of martial arts and comprehend the way of martial arts of your own. Only in this way can you have the potential to become a martial arts master.
Song Yuanqiao's Confucianism and Taoism merged into one, confirming each other. Now that he has watched the battle between the three great masters, his heart is full of inspiration, and his body gradually begins to exude a different kind of temperament. There is a vague and mysterious communication with the surrounding world. This is when he begins to embark on the journey of participation.
Understand the innate path.
Everyone else also had their own understanding. For example, Yin Liting, who was an expert in swordsmanship, Taiyuan Taoist's supreme sword intention had the greatest effect on him. After understanding, a layer of sharp edge began to spread over his body. Over time,
If you really understand your own sword intention, you can achieve great things if you step into Xiantian.
Zhang Sanfeng, Taiyuan, and Qingyu, these three great innate masters, discuss Tao and compete with each other. It is because of their clear minds that they constantly absorb each other's martial arts wisdom and add it to their own martial arts, and they all make progress.
Huh, the wind suddenly blew up, and the white mist began to dissipate. Taiyuan and the others took their positions, closed their eyes and meditated, but they stopped taking action.
"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity that our family is inherently deficient. Going further is already impossible."
Qingyu was the first to wake up and sighed dejectedly, her eyes full of regret.
"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, there will always be a glimmer of hope, but you must not lose your heart towards the Dao."
Zhang Sanfeng opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and clear, with a clear and penetrating brilliance. Hearing Qingyu's sigh, he gave a word of advice.
"That being said, our family is born with flaws and has flaws in our flesh. What can we do about it?"
What kind of realm is Qing Yu? Now his martial arts realm has vaguely surpassed the realm of innate cave mystery and has vaguely entered the level of fetal breath. However, because he is an eunuch and has a physical defect, it is difficult to truly enter the wonderful realm of fetal breath no matter what.
, one can imagine the disappointment in his heart. He naturally understood from Zhang Sanfeng's words that everything has a glimmer of hope, but how difficult it is to seize this glimmer of vitality, and how much luck and wisdom are needed.
"I have gained a lot. I would like to thank my two fellow Taoists here."
Taiyuan exhaled a long breath, and the void in front of him seemed to be rippled by his breath, which showed that the power of his internal organs was astonishingly powerful. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian