003 Three words, let Song Qingshu recognize me as the big brother
The days in Wudang are really monotonous.
Apart from the daily routine of eating, sleeping, washing and going to the toilet, the rest of the time is almost exclusively used for practicing.
Of course, this is mainly because Meng Xiuyuan is a second-generation Wudang disciple and has a relatively high status within the Wudang sect. He does not have to do chores such as washing, cooking, chopping wood and carrying water, so he seems to be relatively free.
The third-generation disciples and little Taoist boys below who have just started to get started can't help but envy Meng Xiuyuan's leisurely life.
It's just that as a modern person, such days are indeed a bit difficult. It's still novel to live for ten days and a half, but if it lasts longer, it will inevitably feel boring.
Therefore, in order to lay the foundation for practicing the profound martial arts of the Wudang Sect in the future, and also to adjust his life, Meng Xiuyuan decided to read the Taoist classics contained in the Wudang Sect besides practicing martial arts.
Song Yuanqiao was naturally surprised when he heard Meng Xiuyuan's idea. After all, most people would not believe a six or seven-year-old kid who suddenly came to tell you that he wanted to study ancient Chinese philosophical theories.
Fortunately, considering Meng Xiuyuan's mysterious origin and mature performance, Song Yuanqiao agreed to his idea after Meng Xiuyuan's repeated pleas. After all, reading Dao Zang is not practicing martial arts. At best, it is incomprehensible.
Even if he really misunderstood and went astray, Meng Xiuyuan has never practiced any advanced internal skills, so there is no risk of going astray. Zhang Sanfeng can just come back and let him correct it.
So when Song Yuanqiao took Meng Xiuyuan to the library courtyard, he only made two requests to him:
1. Try not to damage the books among them, because some of them are precious and unique copies, and there is no time to copy them after collecting them.
Second, if you don’t understand, don’t force it, because some Song Yuanqiao himself dare not say that it is completely transparent. There will be a long time in the future, so don’t worry.
From then on, Meng Xiuyuan finally had a third option in his daily life besides Wudang Changquan and meditation.
However, he soon discovered that the so-called thorough reading of Taoism was a very difficult thing for a layman like him with an average level of education.
Even though Song Yuanqiao arranged a few relatively simple Taoist scriptures for him to get started, and took the trouble to answer his various doubts, the content was too difficult for Meng Xiuyuan, who only received an undergraduate education in the 21st century.
Some.
Fortunately, there are no disturbing things on Wudang Mountain, which makes people's minds clear and free from distracting thoughts. In addition, the overall atmosphere of the Taoist school in the surrounding Wudang sect also adds to the atmosphere. It is just suitable for reading scriptures and enlightenment, and Meng Xiuyuan can finally read it reluctantly.
In his previous life, he would not have had this patience.
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In this way, three months passed by in a hurry, and snowflakes began to fall on Wudang Mountain.
Green pines, red walls, and plain snow cover. The Wudang Sect in this cold winter looks somewhat unique and beautiful, making people feel fairy-like.
"Elder brother, has the master not come back yet?" Meng Xiuyuan asked Song Yuanqiao with some worry.
Since Zhang Zhenren came down from the mountain three months ago, there has been no news, and he still doesn’t know what happened to him. Although Meng Xiuyuan knew that his martial arts skills would not cause any problems, he was still a little anxious.
After all, he was the one who brought the news about the Black Jade Intermittent Cream. If something went wrong because of this, how should he deal with himself on Wudang Mountain?
"Junior brother, don't worry. Master, he has no worries about going down the mountain alone. Nothing will happen to him. We just need to wait for him to come back." Song Yuanqiao naturally saw through Meng Xiuyuan's thoughts and comforted him warmly.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this and thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case.
Zhang Sanfeng, a great master from ancient times to the present, it is really not his turn to worry.
You must know that when Zhang Zhenren was young, he experienced the end of the world when the Southern Song Dynasty destroyed the country and the Yuan soldiers were raging. At that time, the order of the martial arts collapsed and the rivers and lakes were bloody. He was the best in the world and the leader of the righteous way.
People drink tea.
Mr. Jin's book only describes Zhang Sanfeng's experiences over the past few decades with a few words like "Combating the evil spirits and shocking the world" and "Everyone who had done anything with him in the past is dead." But if you take a closer look, you may find an answer.
It's in it.
Why is it that at the beginning of the plot of "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword", there is only a Ming Cult on the Bright Summit of the Western Regions whose purpose is to overthrow the imperial court and is not understood by the sects in the Central Plains, but there are no famous big demons in the Central Plains, or senior ones?
The master of the evil sect?
Xuan Ming, Cheng Kun and others from the Mesozoic generation only came to prominence after Zhang Sanfeng went to Wudang Mountain. Moreover, each of them kept their heads down and only dared to plan secretly in the dark.
Is it because those big demons were influenced by the right path, put down their butcher's knives, and changed their ways?
It seems unlikely.
You must know that Zhang Zhenren is not the dawdling character of his disciple Zhang Wuji. He will not use love to influence the evil sect. He never hesitates to kill those who deserve to be killed.
So I guess that there were decades of time between Mr. Jin's She Withering Trilogy, "The Legend of the Withering Heroes" and "The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Slayer", perhaps because the story of the protagonist Zhang Sanfeng sweeping through the world's demons was relatively boring during this period.
Zhang Zhenren destroyed a bandit village today and two evil demons tomorrow, and spent decades to create a peaceful, peaceful and orderly martial arts world in the Central Plains.
I'm afraid such a story can only be written as a cool Internet article like "The One Palm Celestial".
Now ninety years old, Zhang Zhenren, although he has not fought with others for many years, his fighting ability has not diminished at all, and it can even be said that his skills and martial arts have improved a lot.
He went down the mountain alone without the encumbrance of his disciples and grandchildren, so he had no weaknesses at all.
A mere Ruyang Prince's Mansion would certainly not be able to defeat Master Zhang.
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What Meng Xiuyuan really needs to worry about is his own problems.
Because just that morning, he experienced the most embarrassing moment since time travel.
He was beaten badly by his nephew.
"Uncle Master, I'm offended!"
Song Qingshu looked at Meng Xiuyuan who was lying on the ground, and raised his hands in an upright manner, but his eyes were filled with pride and pride.
After holding it in for three months, I finally earned it back with my own hands.
Song Qingshu then looked at his father expectantly, thinking to himself that his father should have figured out which of the two of them was better this time.
Unexpectedly, the praise he was expecting did not come, but instead came overwhelming criticism.
"Qingshu, what's your attitude? In a competition with fellow students, you just managed to win one and a half moves by luck, and then you raised your tail to the sky? I still haven't apologized to your eighth master uncle!" Song Yuanqiao helped Meng Xiuyuan up,
While shouting at Song Qingshu opposite.
As soon as these words came out, Song Qingshu felt like he was struck by lightning.
"But... I won, doesn't it matter if I win?!" Tears welled up in Song Qingshu's eyes, but he still resisted crying.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, senior brother, what are you doing..." Meng Xiuyuan shook the dust off his body and waved helplessly towards Song Yuanqiao: "If you lose, you lose. I am indeed not as good as Qing Shu in my kung fu, and that's normal.
Matter. Senior brother, how can you criticize Qingshu because of this matter?"
"Junior brother, this is not just for you two to practice boxing, it doesn't even use your internal strength, so it's not really a competition.
What I'm angry about is the attitude of this guy Qingshu. He's so arrogant after just one move.
The road to martial arts is long. If you have such an arrogant attitude from the beginning, how will you learn advanced kung fu in the future?
Besides, my Wudang sect has always respected teachers, and you are his uncle. No matter what, he should not have this attitude towards you... You still have the nerve to cry!"
Song Yuanqiao glared at Song Qingshu with a look that said, "You unworthy man, you are so angry with me." He was so frightened that he shrank his neck and quickly wiped away his tears.
"Okay, Senior Brother, it's not as serious as you said. Qingshu was just a little excited after winning. If I had won, I would definitely be more excited than him." Meng Xiuyuan smiled and said a few words for Song Qingshu.
A kind word.
"Junior brother, you defended Qingshu again... Hey, tell me, at the same age, it would be great if Qingshu had half your character. I wouldn't have to worry about his future." Song Yuanqiao shook his head.
Shaking his head, he still scolded Song Qingshu for his incompetence.
The two junior brothers said a few polite words, and just when they were about to return to the main topic of martial arts training, a third-generation disciple suddenly ran up and called him away. He said that he had something to deal with and asked Song Yuanqiao to deal with it, so he called him away.
So today's teaching session ended and turned into self-study.
Before leaving, Song Yuanqiao did not forget to glare at Song Qingshu and said sternly, "I will teach you a lesson tomorrow, you treacherous son", and then left in a hurry.
At this time, only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu were left in the backyard.
Meng Xiuyuan looked at Song Qingshu who started to punch to vent his anger, and sighed in his heart.
Song Yuanqiao really doesn't understand education, he only knows how to be strict.
Such a lack of love in childhood may be the main reason why Song Qingshu will become a brainless licker in the future.
Now that Meng Xiuyuan has seen this problem, with Song Yuanqiao taking such good care of him, he naturally can't just sit idly by and ignore it.
So, Meng Xiuyuan took the initiative to talk:
"Qingshu, why are you angry?"
Song Qingshu ignored Meng Xiuyuan and only lowered his head to punch.
Meng Xiu saw this and did not give up. He looked around looking for something. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Haha, Qingshu, what do you think this is?"
Song Qingshu was being petty and didn't want to pay attention to Meng Xiuyuan. But a bright color in the corner of his eye made him couldn't help but turn his head.
"Paper Kite!"
As soon as he saw the delicate paper kite in Meng Xiuyuan's hand, Xiao Qingshu couldn't move his eyes away.
Said to be a paper kite, this gorgeous "butterfly" is made of smooth silk except for the bamboo frame. With the painter's careful outline and coloring, the whole thing looks lifelike.
Coupled with the five-color ribbon embellished underneath, it can be said that it is completely in line with the simple aesthetics of Song Qingshu, a child who has never seen the world.
"Does the paper kite look good?" Meng Xiuyuan asked with a smile.
"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Xiao Qingshu wiped away the snot from crying just now, but his eyes could not leave the paper kite.
"Your Uncle Sixth Master went down to the mountain for business two days ago and bought this for me when he came back. I heard that it was not only very expensive, but also very rare. The owner of the paper kite only had one in his collection, and he didn't want to do it at first.
For sale..." Meng Xiuyuan said deliberately pretending to be proud.
"Yes, yes, such a beautiful paper kite, made of silk, must be extremely rare..." Xiao Qingshu had already forgotten about being angry with Meng Xiuyuan at this time, and nodded in agreement.
Due to Song Yuanqiao's strict control and the fact that he grew up in Wudang Mountain, Song Qingshu's childhood was very boring. Although he had enough food and clothing, he had very little contact with things related to children's fun.
The reason why he knew Zhiyuan was because he had the good fortune to meet him through his friend Lingxu of the same age.
Lingxu was very handy and had seen craftsmen making paper kites before going up the mountain. After going up to Wudang Mountain, he was so bored that he actually carved bamboo and paper by himself, and spent half a year making a crude paper kite.
With this paper kite, Lingxu was once famous among children under the age of ten in Wudang Mountain. Everyone wanted to borrow it to play with. But Lingxu felt sorry for his baby and never lent it out, only when the mountain wind was suitable.
Occasionally take it out and let it fly, so that the children around you can enjoy it.
Of course, Xiao Qingshu had always been coveted for the paper kite. He carefully tried to test his father's tone, but was immediately scolded back for "playing with things to lose one's ambition." Therefore, he did not dare to go to his uncles to ask for the paper kite.
In the end, with no choice but to beg him hard and bribe him with a packet of butter snacks, Lingxu reluctantly lent him the crude homemade paper kite for three days.
Of course, I didn’t play for long before Song Yuanqiao discovered it and confiscated it.
Since then, Xiao Qingshu has been obsessed with this kite and has been urging Lingxu to find a way to make another one. But after Lingxu was scolded by Song Yuanqiao once, he still dared to do such a thing, so he naturally kept trying to find ways to evade it.
To this day, Xiao Qingshu can still never forget the magical feeling of taking advantage of the mountain breeze and watching the paper kite fly away little by little.
Therefore, in his little mind, the silk and paper kite that was a hundred times more exquisite than before was of course a priceless treasure.
Xiao Qingshu instinctively stretched out his hand to touch the kite, but he retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted. He carefully wiped his hands on his robe, and then asked Meng Xiuyuan with a pleading look on his face.
"Uncle Master, it was all my fault just now. I shouldn't have treated you with that attitude. Can I...can I touch this paper kite?"
As he said that, he spread out his two small white hands towards Meng Xiuyuan:
"Look, I've wiped my hands clean and won't stain your paper kite."
"Oh, this little thing is nothing. Go ahead and play with it, my uncle gave it to you." Meng Xiuyuan suppressed a smile and pretended to be an indifferent master who was not trapped by things.
"What?!" Xiao Qingshu screamed loudly, then quickly covered his mouth, looked around but did not see his father, and then looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a pair of big eyes in shock.
Not only was my uncle willing to let me touch such a treasure, he was not only willing to lend it to me to play with, he was actually willing to give it to me directly?!
Xiao Qingshu's world view was greatly shocked.
At this moment, when he looked at Meng Xiuyuan, he seemed to see the seated statue of Emperor Zhenwu enshrined in the main hall of Wudang, which was faintly revealing the brilliance of divinity.
"Why, you don't want it?" Meng Xiuyuan tilted his mouth, put the kite back in his hand, and deliberately teased Song Qingshu and asked.
"Yes, I want it! Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle!" Song Qingshu responded quickly, respectfully and carefully taking the kite with both hands. His little head almost dropped to the ground.
Meng Xiuyuan suspected that Song Qingshu might not have been so serious when he paid homage to Wudang Mountain as a child and paid homage to his father and Zhang Sanfeng as disciples.
At this point, Meng Xiujian couldn't help but laugh. He waved his hand and said:
"Okay, let's go play with it. If your father asks, just tell him that I lent it to you to play with, and he won't confiscate it again."
"Yes, yes. Thank you, uncle!" Xiao Qingshu took the paper kite and hurriedly ran out of the courtyard as if he was afraid that Meng Xiuyuan would regret it.
However, as Meng Xiuyuan watched him off, when he quickly ran to the corner of the corridor, his footsteps suddenly slowed down again.
Standing there with his head bowed and pausing for a moment, Xiao Qingshu clenched his fists and worked hard for a long time. He suddenly turned around and shouted to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Uncle Master, I thought about it, I can't ask for something so valuable from you.
I'll just borrow it to play with for two days, and I'll return it to you two days later.
Don’t worry, Qingshu will definitely do what he promised and won’t damage your paper kite!”