Seeing this scene, Meng Xiuyuan didn't have time to think too much and jumped out of the window.
He was originally in a room on the second floor of the inn. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and lightly touched the eaves. He suddenly jumped up and stood on the roof tiles.
He exerted force on his ankles, used the vibration of the true energy in his meridians to match the frequency under his feet, and used the resonance version of "Tinyun Zong" that had just been improved a few days ago. Meng Xiuyuan's speed instantly accelerated from standstill to the extreme.
Under such an outburst, Meng Xiuyuan truly became "like an electrician", with a strong wind blowing against his face. In just one breath, he ran from the street to the end of the street.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was helpless, it was gradually becoming difficult to resist. These people started to attack fiercely one by one, obviously wanting to kill the injured Song Qingshu. Meng Xiuyuan no longer hesitated, and immediately flew down from the roof and fell in mid-air.
Both palms on the left and right came out at the same time, and they used the volleying palm power of "Shocking Palm" to strike from a distance.
He was still three or four feet away from the group of people at this time, so the force of his volley palms would be somewhat scattered when he hit them from such a distance. But precisely because of this, the attack range of his two palms could be said to be extremely large. The people around Song Qingshu
Among the dozen or so people, except for two who were avoided by Meng Xiuyuan because they happened to be standing in the same straight line behind him, the rest were all included by Meng Xiuyuan's palm power.
As soon as the force of the palm came, these people were all blown away, and they fell silent when they landed on the ground. The two people who were lucky enough to escape behind Song Qingshu had never seen such a situation in their lives, and they were so frightened.
His liver and gallbladder were about to burst, his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and he even forgot to escape for a moment.
"Uncle Master?!" Song Qingshu blurted out when he saw this scene, even though he hadn't turned around to see Meng Xiuyuan himself, because of his iconic "Shaking Air Palm".
However, he was also smart. Seeing the two enemies in front of him frozen in place, he lost his mind and did not think of turning around to say hello to Meng Xiuyuan, but stabbed out decisively with his sword.
Song Qingshu's "Finger Wrapped Soft Sword Technique" was obviously a straight thrust, but the moment he approached the enemy, he used his internal force to bend the soft sword in his hand. The sword twisted like a silver snake, and the sword actually pierced him sideways.
into the throats of two people standing side by side.
"Qingshu, how are you injured?" Meng Xiuyuan had already drifted down and landed next to Song Qingshu, looking up and down his body.
"It's okay, it's just some superficial injuries. These thieves just relied on the strength of their numbers, and I accidentally fell into the trap. Otherwise, how could they have hurt me?"
On the other hand, my uncle, why did you take action without saying a word? Do you think that in your mind, my nephew, my apprentice, the third generation disciple of Wudang, cannot even deal with such a few thieves, and you, a god-like figure, need to personally take action...
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Although Song Qingshu used a soft sword in his hands and practiced Wudang soft palm in his palm skills, this mouth was the only one that was really hard.
"Hahaha, okay, if I see you surrounded by people next time, I will turn around and leave. If I don't leave, I will be looking down on you, the Song hero..." Meng Xiu saw Song Qingshu like this, and he felt happy in his heart, sighing secretly that he was like this
The ten years of subtle influence have paid off, and the boy in front of me has long since lost the prude look he had when he was a child.
The two of them chatted and laughed, then talked about the reason for the incident.
It turned out that this group of thieves were causing trouble nearby. Yesterday, Song Qingshu caught him when he was about to commit mischief and killed two or three of them. Unexpectedly, this group of thieves was quite capable. All of them had pretty good martial arts skills, and there were so many people.
The powerful people actually pursued and killed Song Qingshu all the way here.
"Wait a minute, I can understand your heroic deeds, but why are you here alone? Shouldn't you be on Wudang Mountain now?" Meng Xiuyuan asked in confusion when he heard this.
When Song Qingshu was asked this question, he naturally had an explanation.
Since Meng Xiuyuan went to Emei alone a few months ago, a few days later, the Yin Ye King took a group of subordinates of the Tianying Sect to Wudang Mountain. A group of them stayed on the mountain for one night and had a banquet with everyone in Wudang.
After that, he took Xiao Wuji to Hu Qingniu's doctor early the next morning.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang also set off from the mountain on those two days, and rushed to the south of the Yangtze River with Yin Susu to fulfill the so-called promise of "concentrating on doing good deeds for three years."
From then on, Wudang Mountain inevitably became empty. Apart from Zhang Sanfeng, who was in seclusion all day long, the most talkative person turned out to be Song Qingshu, the so-called first disciple of the third generation.
At this time, a letter from Shaolin Temple was sent to Wudang Mountain and handed into the hands of Song Qingshu. The young monk who sent the letter only said that the letter was very important and must be signed by Zhang Cuishan, the Five Heroes of Wudang.
After all, Song Qingshu was young and didn't know what to do after receiving the letter. In the end, he chose to go down the mountain and go to Jiangnan to deliver the letter to Zhang Cuishan in person.
Meng Xiuyuan was a little confused when he heard this and couldn't help but ask:
"You made a trip to Jiangnan just for this letter?"
"Everyone has said so, what can I do? Could it be that the fifth master uncle has gone down the mountain to Jiangnan and let this young monk chase him further to Jiangnan?" Song Qingshu explained.
"But even if it's to deliver a letter, do you have to go there yourself?" Meng Xiuyuan asked again.
"Then what else can we do? Since it is such an important letter, it must not be sent by flying pigeons. And if we ask the escort agency to make a trip, we might as well do it ourselves. It is expensive and unsafe.
Among the remaining people on the mountain, is there anyone who has higher martial arts skills and is more steady in doing things than me? This important task will naturally fall on my shoulders." Song Qingshu still looked obligated.
Meng Xiuyuan chuckled, and he could see through Song Qingshu's little thoughts at a glance:
"Come on, I think everyone is busy with their own affairs and you are bored staying alone on Wudang Mountain, so you just found an excuse to go down the mountain.
How about it? Is the scenery in Jiangnan beautiful and are there many interesting things?"
"It's really quite a lot. I'm telling you, junior uncle, it's much more lively than our Shiyan town down the mountain..." Song Qingshu didn't care when he was pointed out. He knew that this junior junior uncle would definitely not really blame him.
Instead, he shared with Meng Xiuyuan what he had seen and heard along the way.
Meng Xiuyuan smiled helplessly and waved his hands. He didn't want to listen to these gossips, so he interrupted:
"Okay, we'll talk about this later. Let me ask you, Master, how is he doing lately? Did you ask him for permission when you went down the mountain to deliver the letter?"
When it came to Zhang Sanfeng, Song Qingshu didn't dare to smile anymore and quickly answered seriously:
"Grand Master, he has been in seclusion since you came down from the mountain. I heard that he wanted to think about establishing a very profound and important martial arts, so he ordered the Taoist boys around him to deal with the most important matter, such as the death of a disciple, if there is no external enemy invasion.
You can't even bother him.
How dare I alarm him with this little thing?"
Meng Xiuyuan nodded when he heard the words, and then he understood clearly in his heart.
Master Zhang Zhenren is in seclusion at this time, and I am afraid that he is indeed in seclusion. According to his calculations, what he is currently pondering and creating must be the pinnacle of his life's martial arts: "Tai Chi Chuan" and "Tai Chi Sword Technique".
Although according to the time of the original work, this whole set of Wudang's unique skills should have been created by Zhenren Zhang nearly ten years later. But when Meng Xiuyuan was still on Wudang Mountain, his master taught him martial arts, and he had mentioned the concept of "Tai Chi" from time to time.
The related martial arts theories are just not systematic yet.
Thinking about it, in order to create such a magical skill, in addition to Zhang Zhenren's lifelong martial arts foundation and the final breakthrough, it also needs a long period of deliberate thinking, accumulation, and brewing.
In order to create for him the three "privately customized" martial arts skills of "Xuan Jia Gong", "Shaking Air Palm" and "Purple Sky Sword Qi", master Zhang Zhenren has already spent a lot of time. Thinking about it, he may have delayed his research.
The progress of Tai Chi series of martial arts.
Although these three martial arts can all be regarded as unique skills, especially the "Purple Sky Sword Qi" is infinitely powerful, and in some aspects even surpasses the Tai Chi series of martial arts.
Perhaps the only ones that truly represent the essence of Zhang Sanfeng’s martial arts thoughts throughout his life, and that can be passed down to future generations as the highest martial arts essence of the Wudang sect, are “Tai Chi” and “Tai Chi” that are still famous hundreds of years later.
Swordsmanship".
It was these two unique skills that established Zhang Sanfeng's status as "the great master of martial arts from ancient times to the present".
Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan, who originally wanted to go back to the mountain to see his master, immediately changed his mind and chose not to go back and disturb his old man.
"Uncle Junior, what are you thinking about?" Song Qingshu asked when he saw Meng Xiuyuan suddenly stunned.
"I'm thinking about where I should go next..." Meng Xiuyuan pondered slightly.
"Where are you going... Uncle Master, aren't you going to Emei and Shaolin to borrow the Nine Yang Kung Fu to Wuji to cure the cold poison? Have you borrowed the secret book?" Song Qingshu asked subconsciously.
"That's right. Then I'd better go to Kunlun first. I'll have to go sooner or later anyway..." Meng Xiuyuan was reminded and said immediately.
As a time traveler coming to this world of Yitian, even if you already have profound internal skills, how can you not use the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" as a reference?
Not to mention Zhang Wuji's cold poison, this trip to the Western Regions was absolutely necessary for his own sake.