Afterwards, Meng Xiuyuan and his master returned to the house and chatted a lot more, neither of them tired of it.
The main content is what I have seen, heard, and learned along the way.
From the beginning when he followed shopkeeper Dong to the bandits he met on the road, to the verbal confrontation with the exterminating old nun on Mount Emei, Meng Xiuyuan spoke in detail and described his story along the way vividly.
Zhang Sanfeng also listened very carefully, asking him about the details from time to time, and occasionally commenting and praising him.
In this way, the story did not end at Hongmei Villa until it was long past lunch time.
Taking advantage of the aftertaste of his words, Meng Xiuyuan took out three secret books that he had carefully compiled: "One Yang Finger", "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", and "Bingti Lian Kung Fu".
And he dedicated it to Master Zhang Zhenren.
"Master, although these three martial arts are not as closely related to my Wudang martial arts as "Nine Yang Magic", they can still be regarded as first-class skills.
You can keep it as a reference, and it may provide some inspiration when studying martial arts in the future."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded when he heard this and took the secret book.
He naturally knows the importance of these three martial arts. After all, when he was a young monk ninety years ago, he heard that there were two seniors in the martial arts world who became famous in the world with "One Yang Finger" and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" respectively.
The ultimate master.
But since Meng Xiuyuan has already sent this secret book, Master Zhang will not refuse. There is no need for any politeness between the master and the disciple.
So he just smiled and teased Meng Xiuyuan:
"Hahaha, Xiuyuan, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.
You have gained a lot in the two years since you came down the mountain.
To put it into detail, you have given me more skills since you came back this time than I have taught you in the past.
Look at it this way, as a master, I will have to work hard in the future..."
Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but grin when he heard the sound, and followed the master's words and said:
"Yes, Master, I have been waiting all this time.
When the time comes when you create a new martial art, you must remember to be the first to pass it on to me."
While the master and apprentice were talking and laughing, the bells and drums outside were beating again.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Okay, you can go ahead and don't have to accompany me.
I know you are going to give Xiao Wuji the "Nine Yang Magic" to cure the cold poison. It's a long journey, so go and have a good rest.
You don't need to come see me when you set off tomorrow morning. Just remember to be careful on the road.
Don't be careless just because you are good at martial arts and suffer the evil people's schemes.
Come back early, we can talk about it later."
Meng Xiuyuan nodded when he heard this without being pretentious. He just stood up and bowed deeply to his master, then turned around and left the room.
Master is right, the days are long, and it won't be too late to wait until he comes back to say anything.
At least the master must be given some time to absorb and understand the many magical skills and secrets brought back by Meng Xiuyuan. Then the two of them can discuss how to integrate them so that their kung fu can make further progress.
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Meng Xiuyuan came out of his master's room, went to the kitchen to have lunch, and then came to the open space in front of Zixiao Hall.
This is the place where Wudang disciples do morning classes, evening classes, boxing and sword practice. It can be understood as the "martial arts training ground" of the Wudang sect.
Meng Xiuyuan finally returned to the sect, and what he thought about was that as a junior master, he should also give guidance to those third-generation disciples, fulfill his obligations as an elder master, and at the same time, he could get used to the feeling of being a master in advance.
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But he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived, he would see a cloud of dust.
The wooden stakes and false targets used for daily practice have long since disappeared. Instead, there are two more wooden goals on both sides of the open space. Many lines have also been carved on the dirt with weapons, including penalty area lines, goal lines, and penalty kick spots.
It is clearly visible that a simple modern football field has taken shape.
"Uncle, why are you here? Didn't we agree to play football together at noon? We have been waiting for you for a long time."
When Lingxu saw Meng Xiuyuan show up, he was the first to shout to him.
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard this and said with a smile:
"You are quite proactive. You have even set up the stadium, but it took a lot of effort, right?
Football is football, but you can't delay your daily practice just because of it."
You know, although Meng Xiuyuan has been playing football with these three generations of disciples for ten years, usually to avoid trouble, they just put two branches as goals, and they don't bother to move those debris away, and just kick them
Just kick it.
It is only occasionally done during the holidays that things are so formal like today.
"Don't worry, little uncle, we have completed today's homework twice as much in the morning. Even if there are some shortcomings, we can make up for it in the evening.
As for the place, we were too lazy to arrange it, but you were too late and we had nothing to do, so we arranged it."
After hearing this, Lingxu explained to Meng Xiuyuan.
"Okay, then I was wrong.
Let’s start quickly, I’ll teach you brats a lesson, and let you experience my ‘Wudang King’ again.”
Meng Xiuyuan was not one to let down the fun, so he extended his hand to invite everyone to play football.
A whistle sounded, and the "fight" immediately started on the court.
Meng Xiuyuan led some younger and weaker disciples to form the "Red Team", which was symbolized by a wisp of red cloth tied on the sleeves. Lingxu, Lingqing, Lingjun, Lingyou and others were good at kung fu and had good ball skills.
Gao's three generations of disciples formed the "Blue Team" to compete with Meng Xiuyuan.
In order to play interestingly, Meng Xiuyuan did not use his martial arts to overwhelm others, but took the initiative to restrain his own skills.
Specifically, he kept his own cultivation at a level that was 20 to 30% higher than that of Lingxu, the strongest person present. Although he still had an advantage, he did not completely overwhelm him, making the game lose suspense.
This also makes the competition on the field very fierce, and everyone is fully involved in the transition between offense and defense.
"I'm free, pass quickly!"
At this time, just two or three minutes into the game, the two defenders on the red side where Meng Xiuyuan was located worked together to intercept the opponent's ball. Meng Xiuyuan quickly penetrated into the empty space in the opponent's backcourt and shouted to his teammates behind him for the ball.
When the young disciple heard Meng Xiuyuan's voice, he naturally ignored everything else and raised his head to observe for a moment, then kicked the ball towards Meng Xiuyuan.
After all, he is a martial arts practitioner. Although his skills are not deep, he has a solid foothold and precise control of strength. The ball just passed over Meng Xiuyuan's head and landed not far in front of him.
Just wait for him to rush forward, and there will be a good opportunity to face the goalkeeper alone.
However, Meng Xiuyuan was not careless, because as the absolute main force of the red team, he was always surrounded by two defensive players of the blue team keeping an eye on him.
The two of them naturally saw the danger of this ball and moved closer to Meng Xiuyuan in unison.
"Uncle Master, look at how my "Cotton Palm" stickiness has improved recently!"
As Lingxu spoke, he used his hands to attack Meng Xiuyuan and tightly wrapped his left arm in an attempt to slow down his pace.
But don't get me wrong, he didn't foul intentionally.
This is the characteristic of Wudang football and the consistent rules of the game.
In Wudang, you can attack your opponent while playing football, and there are no restrictions on punching or kicking.
However, each fight is limited to one move, otherwise it would not be a football match, but a martial arts competition.
Lingxu thought carefully when he took action, because he knew that he was not as fast as Meng Xiuyuan. If he could not destroy his starting movement in one move, it would be difficult to interfere with him.
That's why he didn't use other martial arts, but only used the "Cotton Palm", not hoping to defeat Meng Xiuyuan in one move, but hoping to slow him down.
Unexpectedly, Meng Xiuyuan turned to him and smiled, and then a strange and complex force came from Meng Xiuyuan's arm, which immediately shook Lingxu's tightly entangled arms away.
Lingxu felt that the force was obviously not strong, but he had no way to resist. Instead, his arms were numb from the shock, and he lost all his strength for a long time.
"Uncle Master, what kind of kung fu are you doing?" Lingxu saw Meng Xiuyuan running away gradually, and shouted behind him with some reluctance.
"I made it myself. If you perform well, I might be able to teach you how to do it in the future." Meng Xiuyuan ran forward and turned back to him with a smile.
In fact, it's not unusual. He just used the power of the "Zhi Ge Sword Technique" on his arms. Lingxu had never seen it before, so he suffered a loss.
At the same time, Ling Jun, who was guarding Meng Xiuyuan on the other side, saw that something was not going well, and at the same time, he also used the "Wudang Thirty-Six Way Chain Kick" move to attack Meng Xiuyuan.
However, Meng Xiuyuan was still keenly aware of it and jumped to avoid it.
Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan successfully faced the blue goalkeeper with one sword, took a few steps forward, and then volleyed out.
The goalkeeper Ling You on the opposite side, because of his quick reactions, height and long arms, and good at the closed style in "Cotton Palm", which is more important than defense, was always placed in the goalkeeping position by the blue team, and was tortured by Meng Xiuyuan.
At this time, when I saw Meng Xiuyuan's shot coming with great force, I felt a three-point fear in my heart before I could catch it.
So even though he still dived with all his strength, he only touched the ball with his fingertips and was unable to completely block it.
"Okay!" "Beautiful, little uncle!" "Come in, come in!"
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No matter on the court or on the sidelines, many young disciples jumped up in an instant and shouted loudly in celebration.
In order to keep up with the enthusiastic atmosphere, Meng Xiuyuan ran to the sidelines and leaped several feet high with all his strength on a ladder. Then he turned several somersaults in the air before landing firmly on the ground. He hit himself with a fist with a smile.
The raised chest is his characteristic goal celebration.
Sure enough, there was another burst of applause, which brought the atmosphere to a new climax.
What Meng Xiuyuan didn't expect was that he saw a special figure on the sidelines.
It was little Zhou Zhiruo, standing alone next to the group of Wudang disciples, happily applauding Meng Xiuyuan.