Meng Xiuyuan didn't know that Song Qingshu had such a big opinion against him, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.
Because now, he obviously has more important things to face and has no time to care about a child's thoughts.
While practicing alone in the afternoon, Meng Xiuyuan recalled what happened in the morning and gradually figured out the key.
The reason why he was not used to Song Yuanqiao's teaching methods at that time, and even thought that Song Yuanqiao could not teach his disciples at all, was actually not the fault of the other party, but his own fault.
Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts aptitude was too low for a sect like Wudang. It was unexpectedly low for Song Yuanqiao, so he was unable to teach students in accordance with their aptitude in the first place.
Frankly speaking, Meng Xiuyuan felt that he could not be blamed for this, because in his understanding, it was impossible for most people to memorize a set of boxing techniques so easily.
For example, let’s take Meng Xiuyuan’s previous life as a broadcasting gymnastics course in school. Even if a teacher taught him slowly one move after a few simple moves, most of his classmates would have to spend half an afternoon learning them.
learn.
The thirty-two postures of Wudang Changquan are far more difficult than the broadcast gymnastics in terms of difficulty and number of movements. Song Daxia did not break down the movements, and did not stop to give people time to think. He just did it several times.
, to be honest, most people will definitely not be able to remember it.
Meng Xiuyuan was able to remember less than half of it after reading it several times, which is considered very good among ordinary people.
The only reason is that the Wudang Sect, which has been established for several decades, obviously implements elite education.
Whether it is Song Qingshu or the Wudang Seven Heroes of Song Yuanqiao's generation, they are both dragons and phoenixes among people, and their understanding of martial arts is far beyond ordinary people. Even if you don't think that they are not the top masters compared with Yang Dingtian, Sandu and others, but
Looking at the world, it can be regarded as one of the best.
Even the third-generation disciples of the Wudang Sect are carefully selected when they are accepted into the sect. They need both character and talent.
Being shown off by them like this, Meng Xiuyuan, an ordinary person's martial arts talent, naturally became very embarrassed.
However, it was not easy to travel through time. Although his talent was not good, Meng Xiuyuan did not give up on himself.
Isn't that the case with everyone? You always have to try hard before you are willing to give in.
So throughout the afternoon and evening, Meng Xiuyuan devoted himself to practicing this set of Wudang Changquan with even more enthusiasm. He went back and forth in a remote place in the backyard and performed this set of boxing more than ten times.
He knew that his current body was too young, no more than six or seven years old, and could not withstand too much intense exercise. So after every boxing session, he would sit on the stone pier next to him and rest for a while, taking this opportunity to
Think carefully about the shortcomings of your boxing technique just now, and make corrections next time.
Strive to concentrate on every Wudang Changquan punch and gain something.
Therefore, performing this punch ten times may not sound like much, but it really exhausted Meng Xiuyuan's energy and physical strength.
It wasn't until he was too tired to stand up that he came to his senses and realized that the surroundings were completely dark.
"Huh~" Meng Xiuyuan moved to the stone bench with difficulty and sat down. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and let out a sigh of relief.
I secretly lamented that I didn’t seem to be so invested in preparing for the college entrance examination.
However, hard work always pays off. In just half a day, he has become basically proficient in Wudang Changquan, which has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the morning.
This solid progress brings an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
Meng Xiuyuan felt like he was completely in a trance.
Subconsciously, he began to envision the future in his mind:
"I have made such great progress after working hard for one day. If I work so hard every day in the future and persist for decades, how can I do that?!
Although my martial arts qualifications are average, the Wudang sect's kung fu is amazing. When master Zhang Zhenren comes back, he will be able to personally guide my kung fu.
As long as I continue to practice hard, in the future, even if I am not as good as the Seven Heroes of Wudang and Song Qingshu, not as good as Zhang Wuji, not as good as the two elders Xuanming, not as good as the four Shaolin monks and three crossings, not as good as the two Xiaoyao and the four great Dharma kings, not as good as Miejie Shitai, not as good as Kunlun He Taichong,
Not as good as Huashan Xianyutong...
Ahem.
In short, as long as I keep working hard, maybe before I die, I can become... a master of the level of Kongtong Five Elders?"
The moment his thoughts changed from perceptual to rational, the result of the analysis extinguished all the enthusiasm in Meng Xiuyuan's heart.
He looked at the moon in the sky again and remained silent for a long time.
After a while, a sincere inquiry suddenly came from this quiet little courtyard:
"System, are you there?"
The breeze blew, and the stars in the sky were still shining brightly.
Unfortunately, the only response to Meng Xiuyuan was the sound of frogs croaking in the pond not far away.
…
Early the next morning, when the sky was slightly bright, Meng Xiuyuan dragged his sore body out of bed early.
After all, depression is depression, and you still need to practice the skills you should practice.
After simply eating, washing and going to the toilet, Meng Xiuyuan went to the open space yesterday to receive the teachings of his senior brother Song Yuanqiao.
Today, Song Yuanqiao didn't teach anything new. Instead, he checked the "after-class homework" of Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu. That is, he asked both Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu to practice the Wudang Changquan they learned yesterday. Well,
Correct their mistakes.
During this period, Song Yuanqiao still had double standards.
When Song Qingshu was boxing, although there was nothing wrong with his boxing technique, Song Yuanqiao's face looked ugly the whole time. As soon as the little guy stopped, Song Yuanqiao scolded him, blaming him for being playful and not working hard.
When it came to Meng Xiuyuan, although he obviously felt that his boxing skills were still not as good as Song Qingshu's, Song Yuanqiao had a very good attitude towards him, praising him like "he has such a character at a young age and will have a bright future".
Song Qingshu next to him rolled his eyes, blaming his father for being too partial.
"Senior Brother, please stop saying that. My Wudang Changquan skills are far worse than Qingshu's..." Meng Xiuyuan himself felt a little embarrassed after being praised.
"No, little junior brother. Although you do have some omissions in your boxing skills, I can see that you definitely worked hard on your own yesterday.
You have to know that learning martial arts cannot be accomplished in a day or two. Talent is important, but your diligence and hard work are equally important." Song Yuanqiao spoke very sincerely.
Song Yuanqiao said so. Although Meng Xiuyuan's face was still hot and hot, he couldn't refute anything and had to lower his head in response to show that he was taught.
Song Qingshu saw this scene from the side and was so angry that his cheeks bulged up, as if he had practiced toad kung fu.
Fortunately, this chapter soon ended. Song Yuanqiao said that he would teach the two of them a new kung fu today.
"The 'calm breathing method' I am teaching you today is said to be an internal cultivation skill, but it cannot be said to be a real internal skill. It can only be regarded as a simple breathing method.
There is no need to force it when practicing, just calm down and let nature take its course."
Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu are only six or seven years old now, and they have not memorized all the meridians and acupoints. It is naturally impossible for Song Yuanqiao to teach them real internal skills.
This meditation and breathing method is simplified from Wudang Neigong and was created by Zhang Sanfeng himself. It is the simplest and most peaceful method.
If a child practices well, he will strengthen his body, eliminate diseases, warm and nourish his meridians, and lay the foundation for practicing internal energy in the future. Even if he practices incorrectly, it will only be a matter of burping or farting twice, and will not harm the body.
All in all, it just lays a foundation for the actual practice of internal strength in the future.
However, what surprised Meng Xiuyuan was that although he had no talent in boxing or martial arts, he learned the "quiet mind and breath control method" very quickly.
Perhaps because he has the mature thinking of an adult and his previous experience as a student of traditional Chinese medicine, Song Yuanqiao only explained this method once, and Meng Xiuyuan seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his heart and understood it all.
Not long after, Meng Xiuyuan was guided by Song Yuanqiao's words that contained inner strength, and entered what he called a state of "quietly and recuperating, without leaking the spirit." It felt very wonderful.
Such a magical state made Meng Xiuyuan unable to feel the concept of time, and he was confused as to how much time had passed.
When Meng Xiuyuan woke up again, his mind was obviously clearer, and the pain in his body was much less than in the morning. The only reason was that sitting cross-legged caused blood vessels in the lower limbs to be blocked, causing tingling and numbness, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
When he forced himself to stand up, if Song Yuanqiao hadn't helped him, he would have fallen to the ground.
"Senior Brother, why do my legs hurt so much? Is it because I'm too weak? Or am I not qualified enough?"
From the corner of his eye, Meng Xiuyuan saw Song Qingshu not far away, already minding his own business and starting to practice boxing. He was not in such pain at all, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious in his heart.
But I didn't expect that this time he was a little bit more advantageous.
"No matter what, beginners' legs will hurt when they meditate. It's unavoidable. If I have to say it, it should be that you have been sitting for too long, for nearly two hours." Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan with admiration in his eyes.
mean.
Meng Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and quickly looked up. Sure enough, the sun was already high above his head at some point. Isn't it already noon?
"It has really been so long..." Meng Xiuyuan was still a little unbelievable.
"Junior brother, you are really talented in this internal training. In the future, you will officially learn the advanced internal skills of our Wudang sect, but you must study more in this way." Song Yuanqiao, who rarely praises his juniors, can't help but be sincere at this moment.
Said with praise.
In fact, if we look at the truth, he only said three-thirds of the praise with his mouth, but he still had seven-tenths left unsaid in his heart.
You must know that the most difficult thing for children to practice is not the fisting and kicking exercises, but the sitting cross-legged meditation. They are young and active, and their minds are not mature enough. Generally speaking, children may not even be able to sit still, so how can they know how to do it?
What about the so-called principles of "calm the mind and cultivate your breath, and keep the spirit from leaking out"?
Although what Meng Xiuyuan was practicing was not a serious internal skill, but for the first time he sat cross-legged, he was able to enter tranquility so smoothly and persisted for two hours without realizing it. This was the only time Song Yuanqiao had ever seen him.
At least when the seven of them started practicing martial arts, they were not even one-tenth as good as the eighth junior brother in front of them.