At Dawang Peak in Wuyi Mountain, immortals once lived here in ancient times to refine elixirs and cultivate their qi. Therefore, there is a relic halfway up the mountain called Zhang Xianyan.
There was just a big stone on the mountainside, with seal characters carved crookedly on it. Jiang Wen decided to use this as the boundary of the mountain gate. Once he passed Zhang Xianyan, he would officially enter the scope of the sect.
Not far behind the Wuyi Mountain Gate, there is a pool formed by the cold green springs in the mountain. It is called Tianjian Pool. Every day, the shadows of clouds and water waves wander back and forth, clearing the entire mountain. Therefore, the daily water intake is also here, and a water tank has been opened.
One acre of Susukada is used for farming.
Climbing up the steps along the flowing Hanbi Spring, you will reach the end of the mountain and the water, and you will suddenly see the top of Dawang Peak in front of you.
This flat and open place on the top of the peak is the place where Jiang Wen founded the sect, called Tongtian Rock, and the main hall of the sect, Tongtian Hall, is also here.
But in the final analysis, it is just a few simple wooden houses, including a main room and four side rooms on the left and right. This is currently the residence of the head Jiang Wen and his three young disciples.
The four masters and apprentices were standing in front of the wooden house.
The three disciples lined up one after another. Little Shitou, who was born with delayed development, was the first disciple and was good at biting and dazed; Hong Xiguan's son Hong Wending was the second disciple, who was proficient in boxing and martial arts and was a leading disciple; the only girl, Fu Ningdie, was the second disciple.
Disciple, can do nothing but act cute.
Looking at it at this time, there are miles of flying clouds flying in front of Dawang Peak, and there is no smoke. Because from the top of the peak, you can overlook the mountains and clear waters of Wuyi. The rivers and mountains are picturesque, which is fascinating. Looking from the top of Dawang Peak, you can see the majestic scenery.
The mountains are green and the mountains are full of meandering water.
The expression on Jiang Wen's face was also confused.
What does it take to build a sect?
He seemed to have thought about this question, but it seemed that he had never thought about it seriously. It was not until now that the three young apprentices were standing in front of him that he felt that he was still not prepared enough.
Jiang Wen and his three disciples stared at each other all morning, and finally got an idea...
Maybe I need to teach you something?
Jiang Wenhui has a lot of martial arts skills, but it is not convenient to teach them to these disciples - in his early years when he was traveling in the world, he often got into trouble because of his unknown skills.
Therefore, the only things that can be taught legitimately now are the Mian Palm, the Yue Nü Broken Sword, and the Yan family's three Iron Cloth Shirts. The Mian Palm requires strong bones and muscles, the Yue Nv Sword is too murderous, and the Iron Shirts require water grinding, so they are not very good.
It is suitable for children to study, but it is still a headache to distribute it.
Jiang Wen secretly thought that he should probably travel around the world again to collect some martial arts and teach them to his apprentices.
At this moment, the three apprentices were standing in a row. As the senior brother, Xiao Shitou stood between Hong Wending and Fu Ningdie. He was obviously a little shorter and looked more like an older brother and sister with a younger brother.
"Little Shitou, you are the senior brother of my sect. First, tell me what you want to learn from me, master?"
"Dad asked me... to learn the Yi Jin Jing..."
Xiao Shitou was not polite. He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Wen innocently, then started playing with his fingers.
"Well said, don't say it again in the future."
Yi Jin Jing? Jiang Wen rolled his eyes in his heart and sighed with a child's words.
This little Douding really dares to say it. Don’t think that just because you have gained some experience in Southern Shaolin, you can teach this kind of martial arts at the level of the Shaolin Book. The iron cloth shirt is just for you, you know?
If this spreads out in the world, saying that Master Jiang is suspected of having stolen the martial arts classics of Southern Shaolin and is establishing a sect in the Wuyi Mountains to recruit disciples, then tomorrow Dawangfeng will have no choice but to be trampled by Shaolin.
This kid was sent here because he was treated like a dead horse by Shopkeeper Fang. Strictly speaking, he doesn't know what Jianghu is, which is understandable.
His eyes turned to Hong Wending. This boy with a tiger-like head and a tough brain had very firm eyes. He seemed a little dull at first glance, but his radiant gaze was hard to hide. He stood upright like a little adult with his hands behind his back.
"Wen Ding, your father asked you to become my teacher. Is there any martial arts you want to learn?"
Hong Wending lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then replied: "Master, I haven't fully mastered the Kung Fu my father taught me. Being knowledgeable but not master is a taboo in martial arts. I won't learn new Kung Fu for the time being."
Look, this is the advantage of having an art master. People in the world also like to find apprentices from aristocratic families. Since ancient times, when the poor were poor in culture and rich in martial arts, birds of a feather flock together. Children with a family tradition of kung fu, regardless of their qualifications, can always save money.
Time starting from zero.
"By the way, master, why don't you accept Fang Dahong, Ma Chaoxing and the others as apprentices?"
Hong Wending asked seriously.
Jiang Wen was speechless for a moment.
The Little Fifth Patriarch is the seed selected by Shaolin. His qualifications are definitely the best among the young disciples, only slightly worse than Hong Wending. But after all, they are disciples who have officially entered the Shaolin Gate. Even if they want to accept them, they are the disciples of Southern Shaolin.
They won't agree either.
Jiang Wen prevaricated Hong Wending. Why do these children always want to poach Shaolin? Who instigated them? What is the purpose of coming here?
"Ningdie, Master, let me ask you..."
Jiang Wen looked at the little girl with kind eyes, but was interrupted by Ningdie's abrupt voice.
"If you don't want to learn, I can learn kung fu. Sister Hongdou taught me!"
Jiang Wen frowned and said, "What martial arts have you learned?"
Fu Ningdie demonstrated in the open space, placed a few small stone tiles on the ground, and jumped up nimbly.
Ningdie's little feet stepped on the stones and moved back and forth. The irregularly shaped stones on the ground did not move at all. It was obvious that she had controlled her center of gravity and strength very well.
"This is the Swallow Step on the Eaves. Sister Hongdou said that if you learn it, you can fly over the eaves and walk over the walls."
Jiang Wen shook his head and called Ningdie back to his disciples.
"This kind of light-body kung fu of a snitch can be regarded as an external footwork at best, and is of little use in a duel between rivers and lakes."
Ningdie pouted and said unconvinced: "I didn't want to learn martial arts in the first place... If I really wanted to learn martial arts, I would also learn from Hong Daxia..."
Jiang Wen almost felt so angry that he was internally injured.
His disciple still wants to learn Southern Shaolin martial arts? Jiang Wen's bottom line is that he doesn't poach Southern Shaolin. He can't even think about letting Southern Shaolin occupy him!
"I can see that each of you has special skills."
Jiang Wen raised his head and looked into the distance, and said quietly, "According to the rules, when accepting a disciple, you must first examine your character before teaching martial arts. Your daily homework will be as follows, please listen carefully."
The three young apprentices waited patiently, wanting to hear what Jiang Wen had to say with confidence.
"Wen Ding and Ningdie haven't eliminated the rotten bone poison, and practicing martial arts rashly will easily lead to obsession. In the first month, you will chop ten bundles of firewood from Zhang Xianyan every day, fetch ten buckets of water from Tianjian Pond, and run along the mountain peaks with ease.
Ten sticks of incense, use external skills to force out the remaining poison."
Between the erysipelas and the corrosion of bone rot poison, Yuan Huazi also racked his brains and finally avoided heavy metal poisoning. However, in the end, there was still a small amount of rotten bone poison left, and he needed to exercise more and rely on metabolism to suppress the corrosion. Slowly
resolve.
Official Hong Xi would choose to keep Wen Ding because of this consideration.
Hearing this arrangement, Hong Wending had endured hardship since childhood and had no objections to the work. Ningdie's eyes kept rolling and she didn't know what to think, and she didn't dare to say anything more.
"Little Shitou, you should practice martial arts with me first. As a senior brother, how can you do it if you have the lowest martial arts skills? I plan to use a month to train you into a talented person!"
Jiang Wen knelt down and looked at Xiao Shitou with a smile. He looked like an old beggar who cheated children of their pocket money.
"Do you want to learn bionic techniques, open the Dragon Spine, or unlimited martial arts?"