Zhang Sanfeng's return shocked everyone in Wudang Mountain.
Of course, the so-called return was a truth that only the Eight Heroes of Wudang, including Meng Xiuyuan, knew. The remaining three generations of disciples only thought that they were their masters and finally broke out after half a year.
Similarly, only the two or three Taoist boys under his care about the recovery of Yu Daiyan, the third hero, knew about the situation. Under Song Yuanqiao's instructions, the news did not spread immediately.
The reason why I am still so cautious is, as I said, for the safety of everyone in Wudang.
Although Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenzhen once said without hesitation that "A veteran has dedicated his life to killing Tatars", the Seven Heroes of Wudang would kill all the evil-doing squads of Yuan soldiers they encountered when traveling around the world, but this time the black jade intermittent
The matter of anointing has a completely different meaning.
After all, this matter involves the Ruyang Palace, which is the center of power of the ruling class of the Yuan Dynasty. If it is too high-profile and makes those in power feel that they are strongly threatened, it will easily lead to the destruction of the Wudang Clan.
If the Yuan court made up its mind to surround Wudang Mountain with a large army, then except for Zhang Sanfeng himself, no one would dare to say that he would be able to escape.
Furthermore, the Three Heroes Yu Daiyan was injured by the Vajra Sect's powerful Vajra Finger this time, and there were obvious traces of the Yuan court's instigation behind it. He must have wanted to create a gap between the two famous sects in the Central Plains, Shaolin and Wudang, and cause infighting.
The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. If the other party is interested again, I'm afraid they don't know what conspiracies and tricks they will face.
Although the Yuan Dynasty was incompetent, with rebels all over the world and signs of the end of the world, the court did not have much energy to control the dissipation of these sects in the world. But after all, the energy of the Yuan Dynasty was not exhausted, and the energy of the state machine was far beyond that of a small Wudang sect.
Able to resist.
If you want to formally and comprehensively fight against Yu, you still need to rest and wait for the opportunity.
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These complicated thoughts just flashed through Meng Xiuyuan's mind and were forgotten. Because he is only a six or seven-year-old child now and can't do anything. Laying a good foundation and practicing kung fu is the moment.
The most important thing to do.
Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng's return means that Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts training will finally enter a new stage.
"Yuanqiao, I haven't been here for the past six months. How is the foundation for Xiuyuan being laid?"
In the backyard pavilion, Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu who were practicing Wudang Changquan from a distance as usual, and asked the senior disciple beside him.
Song Yuanqiao was troubled by his master's question, and he immediately replied guiltily:
"Master, I have failed your instructions and failed to teach my eighth junior brother well. Please punish me!"
When he said this, Song Yuanqiao unconsciously glanced at the two children who were practicing, and his face became hot.
Not to mention Mr. Zhang, even he could tell at a glance that after practicing for half a year, Meng Xiuyuan's Wudang Changquan was still average, much worse than Song Qingshu, who was agile and had natural boxing skills next to him.
At the same age, they started practicing martial arts at the same time, and they were taught by the same person. The eighth junior brother's boxing skills are far inferior to his own son. No matter who thinks this, it must be that Song Yuanqiao is partial and only teaches his own son instead of teaching his younger brother well.
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Now when Master asked, he had no choice but to bow his head and admit his mistake, unable to speak up to defend himself.
Fortunately, although Zhang Sanfeng is over ninety years old, he has no confusion in his heart. Zhang Sanfeng knows what kind of person his eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao is and knows that he will never do such selfish things.
"Don't say this, just say it, but Xiu Yuan's martial arts talent is not very good?" Zhang Sanfeng asked with a calm expression.
"Well, in terms of martial arts moves, they are somewhat not very good..." Song Yuanqiao struggled for a moment. Although he did not want to speak ill of the eighth junior brother behind his back, in order to obey his master's orders, he finally told the truth with some embarrassment.
"It's nothing, Yuanqiao, you don't need to be so concerned. People's martial arts talents vary from high to low. This is normal and unavoidable. As a member of the Wudang Clan, the most important thing is that I have good moral character and a kind and chivalrous heart.
Xiuyuan, this child, has a mature and upright demeanor in every word and deed. It can be seen that his nature is definitely not bad. As long as we teach him carefully, he will definitely not go astray in the future.
As for martial arts, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will eventually be able to master it."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Meng Xiuyuan not far away, with a satisfied smile on his face when he spoke.
Song Yuanqiao nodded secretly, thinking so.
Come to think of it, Master Zhang Zhenren is a martial arts master of the generation. He has practiced kung fu to the point where he can do whatever he wants, and his understanding of martial arts theory is even better. Even if the eighth junior brother is less talented in martial arts, he will definitely be able to find something that suits him with his master's targeted teaching and guidance.
That path of martial arts. Besides, the eighth junior brother is not without his talents that shine...
Thinking of this, Song Yuanqiao was stunned, and then hurriedly said to Zhang Sanfeng:
"By the way, Master, after my observation over the past six months, I've found that the Eighth Junior Brother actually has a lot of special qualities that I forgot to tell you before.
First of all, the Eighth Junior Brother is very eager to learn and works hard. Not only does he practice martial arts diligently, he actually wants to read the Taoist canon at a young age. He often asks me some words and phrases in the Taoist scriptures that I don't understand, which is really rare.
Secondly, although the eighth junior brother was not very good at learning fist and kick moves, when I taught him the 'calming breath method', he learned it very quickly. Moreover, he sat cross-legged for the first time and persisted for two hours.
I was so immersed in the process that I felt like I was in trance. I think I might be quite talented in expressing my inner strength.
Moreover, in the past few months, the eighth junior brother's appetite has suddenly increased greatly, and his physical strength has also increased rapidly. He is not at all what a six or seven-year-old child should be.
He came to ask me what was going on at that time, but I didn't dare to make a conclusion in my heart. I just thought that he might be gifted with innate supernatural powers, and now that he is old enough to grow and develop, he would have such strange phenomena.
Now that Master is back, I still want you to see it for yourself..."
Zhang Sanfeng was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Meng Xiuyuan for a closer look. Sure enough, this child was indeed something unusual.
Although Meng Xiuyuan's moves are ordinary, if you look more closely, you can see that the speed and power between his punches and kicks are very unusual, far beyond what a six or seven-year-old child can achieve.
Moreover, he had practiced boxing seriously for so long, but he didn't blush at all and was out of breath. He still had plenty of energy left, and his physical strength was obviously extraordinary.
"There is indeed something special..." Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed secretly, and his heart moved slightly. He didn't expect that even though he was over ninety years old, he would still encounter some rare things that he had never seen before in the mysterious eighth disciple.
As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng asked Song Yuanqiao to stop the two children's practice and call them in front of him.
"Xiuyuan, I heard from your senior brother that there is something weird about you, isn't it?" Zhang Sanfeng asked kindly.
"Yes, Master. I have eaten an awful lot in the past few months, and my strength has increased rapidly. Senior brother said that I am born with supernatural powers..." Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly explained the questions he had been having in the past few months.
"Okay, Master understands. Come here and let Master take a good look..." As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng called Meng Xiuyuan in front of him and stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms.
Zhang Zhenren is tall and tall. Although Meng Xiuyuan has grown a bit in the past six months, he is still a six or seven-year-old child after all and looks very petite in Zhang Zhenren's arms.
Master Zhang carefully explored the muscles and bones of Meng Xiuyuan's body from top to bottom, from the outside in, and then fell silent, lost in thought, and murmured to himself:
"Although it can be seen that he has worked hard, the endowments of muscles and bones are only ordinary, far from what a foreign genius should be... Why can I develop my strength so quickly in less than half a year?
Woolen cloth?"
Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, then decided not to think too hard, raised his head and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Come, Xiuyuan, try to punch Master with all your strength..."
"Yes, Master." Meng Xiuyuan nodded in agreement, took a step back, took a stance, and began to accumulate power using the Wudang Changquan method.
A moment later, Meng Xiuyuan struck Zhang Sanfeng in the face with a straight punch with all his strength. This punch was rigid and direct, but the advantage was that it exerted sufficient force. With Meng Xiuyuan's strength at this time, if it hit an ordinary adult, it would probably be a punch.
It's enough to knock it down.
Meng Xiuyuan punched without any hesitation. After all, the person facing him was Zhang Sanfeng. Could he still hit him with one punch?
Sure enough, when Meng Xiuyuan thought that a swift blow was about to hit Zhang Sanfeng's face, his eyes suddenly blurred, but he didn't know when the master had put his palm on his fist.
But what happened next took him by surprise.
The next moment, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt a surging force coming from Zhang Sanfeng's palm, and he was instantly ejected. He flew into the air and fell three or four feet away.
Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and pain all over his body like a knife. His eyes sank, and he almost lost consciousness while flying in the air.
Fortunately, before he landed, Zhang Sanfeng stood up from the pavilion and floated over, catching him firmly with a wave of his hand. Zhang Zhenren's hand happened to be attached to the center of Meng Xiuyuan's back, and a warm and soft energy flowed from him.
The fluid flowed into Meng Xiuyuan's body from the palm of his hand and circulated throughout his meridians, making Meng Xiuyuan's pain gradually disappear and he felt a little more comfortable.
"Master..." Before Meng Xiuyuan was about to fall into coma, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Sanfeng. His heart was filled with doubts as to why the other party wanted to hurt him.
Zhang Sanfeng frowned, his face full of regret, pity and doubt, and asked Meng Xiuyuan in disbelief: