Ever since he started learning Wudang Changquan on the first day and was shocked by Song Qingshu's martial arts talent, Meng Xiuyuan never thought that he would be a martial arts wizard.
Moreover, the value of this martial arts prodigy was so high that neither Comrade Lao Zhang, who was well-informed, nor Meng Xiuyuan himself, who had read Jin's martial arts novels, had ever heard of it.
In the next few days, under Zhang Sanfeng's personal guidance and repeated verification, Meng Xiuyuan was once again confirmed to have an unprecedented and rare talent in the practice of internal energy.
Even great masters like Zhang Sanfeng can't figure out why a kid like Meng Xiuyuan, whose martial arts understanding is lower than the average in the world, has ordinary bones, ordinary meridians, and has never tasted any heavenly materials or earthly treasures, can be so good at internal skills.
Talent, but the fact before us is this:
At the same stage, practicing the same inner strength method, Meng Xiuyuan's one day's hard training was as good as Zhang Sanfeng's ten days' work.
This also explains why he was able to practice an ordinary set of Wudang Changquan from the outside to the inside in more than half a year, and why Meng Xiuyuan felt so comfortable when practicing internal skills.
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Because of his ability, the entire cultivation process has been greatly compressed, so that both the results and the experience have become more significant.
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Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, no matter who heard the news, they would be frightened just like Song Yuanqiao at that time, with an expression as if they had seen a ghost. This was not because they did not cultivate enough energy, but the news itself was too terrifying.
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You must know that martial arts practice is inherently restricted by personal talent, so the same kung fu can produce very different results in the hands of different people.
This is especially true for internal skills. For the same skill, some people will practice it faster, while others will practice it slower. Ordinary people may not reach the heights of geniuses in their twenties and thirties throughout their lives. The gap is so huge that it is embarrassing.
Zhang Sanfeng is an unparalleled martial arts master who has shocked the world in ancient and modern times. His martial arts talent is already considered to be extremely high. There are not many people in today's world and even in the past who dare to stand up and say that their martial arts talent is higher than him.
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Meng Xiuyuan actually practiced ten times faster, which was simply against common sense.
"Eighth Junior Brother, he, he...is he really a human being?" When the junior brothers were discussing this matter, Yin Liting, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, turned pale with shock and couldn't help but trembled.
Recalling Meng Xiuyuan's mature conversation, various outstanding behaviors after going up the mountain, and even his very mysterious origin, Yin Liting, who was at an age when his imagination was rich, couldn't help but think about it.
"Sixth, what are you talking about? What else can the eighth junior brother be if he is not a human being?!" Yu Lianzhou raised his eyebrows, frightening Yin Liting so much that he hurriedly dared not speak.
"Second brother, I think Sixth Brother is right to think so. Eighth Junior Brother looks very similar to the heroine Guo Xiang, and has such an unreasonable talent. It is really hard for people to speculate about ghosts and gods.
I think maybe the eighth junior brother is the reincarnation of the heroine Guo Xiang... He is not practicing martial arts, he is just recovering the skills from his previous life. Otherwise, how could ordinary people practice internal skills at such a speed?" Mo Shenggu echoed Yin Liting and said.
"Seventh brother, Heroine Guo Xiang is my master's old friend, and also our senior, how can I allow you to talk nonsense?!" Yu Lianzhou became increasingly angry and angrily shouted at Mo Shenggu.
"Yes, second brother, I made a mistake. I was wrong." When Mo Shenggu said what Yu Lianzhou really said, he also realized that what he said was a little wrong, and he quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake.
"Okay, okay, don't talk about it... There is no need for us to discuss the origin of Eighth Junior Brother. Master will naturally make a decision in his heart.
All you need to know is that no matter what, he is our eighth junior brother, and this will not change!
As senior brothers, we only need to protect him, love him, and take good care of him."
Song Yuanqiao waved his hand to signal everyone to shut up, and then spoke sincerely.
"yes, Sir!"
When the junior brothers heard this, their eyes froze, thinking that what the senior brother said was absolutely correct, and then they couldn't help but nodded in agreement, secretly making a promise in their hearts.
No matter what, you must take good care of this little junior brother.
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For the next two months, Meng Xiuyuan almost spent all his time studying and being taught by Zhang Sanfeng.
Master Zhang always teaches his disciples in accordance with their aptitude. Seeing that Meng Xiuyuan had such an amazing talent for internal energy, he thought of teaching him the profound internal energy skills of the Wudang Sect.
And these two months of careful teaching are to lay the foundation for learning this advanced technique.
From Taoist theories to human body meridians and acupuncture points, there are too many things that Meng Xiuyuan does not understand, and he needs to learn them systematically from scratch.
Fortunately, he is not too stupid in reading, and as a student majoring in traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life, he had some basic knowledge, so fortunately he is not too slow in learning.
One day two months later, after Meng Xiuyuan roughly understood what Zhang Sanfeng taught, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly called him over without warning and asked him some strange questions.
"Xiu Yuan, although you are still young, you have a sharp mind and can already distinguish right from wrong, so I have some things that I need to ask you clearly.
Have you ever thought about why you want to learn martial arts?"
When Master Zhang spoke, he was still kind-hearted, but he was more solemn than usual, so Meng Xiuyuan had to take it seriously.
To be honest, this question was very familiar to Meng Xiuyuan. In martial arts movies and novels, when masters want to accept apprentices to teach their skills, they often ask this question to their disciples, which has become a bit vulgar. But when Master Zhang asked him
, Meng Xiuyuan was still stunned for a moment, and then he answered honestly:
"Master, there are many reasons why I want to learn martial arts, and I may not be able to explain them myself.
The world is difficult and dangerous, and the court is fatuous. Learning martial arts well can not only protect yourself, but also prevent you from worrying about being harmed by bad guys every day. You can also avoid regrets due to lack of ability when you encounter injustice and want to take action.
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Furthermore, I think learning martial arts is a kind of happiness.
I saw that all the senior brothers could jump one or two feet high in one jump, which felt very magical. I personally experienced that even though it only took more than half a year, there were many miraculous changes.
So I really want to know how powerful people will be if they practice martial arts to the end, or even beyond the end, and what people will become..."
Meng Xiuyuan's words were a bit rambling, but Zhang Sanfeng was not impatient. Instead, the more he listened, the more a smile appeared on his lips.
Over the past two months, the master and apprentice had gradually become familiar with each other, and Zhang Sanfeng gradually noticed that Meng Xiuyuan had a special temperament that was different from his other disciples and came from hundreds of years later.
In addition, Meng Xiuyuan is only a child of six or seven years old, and Zhang Sanfeng is an open-minded and informal person, so the two of them get along freely, without a lot of respect and complicated etiquette, not like a master and a disciple, but more like a master.
To grandparents and grandchildren who share the same blood.
Now that he heard what Meng Xiuyuan said was very close to what he was thinking, Zhang Sanfeng felt relieved. He had never thought that this child would be so similar to him when he was young, and his affection for him was even more intense.
"Well said, Xiuyuan. It's not easy for you to have such thoughts at such a young age." Zhang Sanfeng smiled and touched Meng Xiuyuan's head, and then continued:
"You just said that if you see injustice on the road, you want to be a knight and take care of it. Then let me ask you again, what does the word knight mean in your heart...
What do you think is a hero?"
As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, perhaps because he was afraid that Meng Xiuyuan was too young to answer such a profound question, he asked again:
"Or you can talk to Master about who in your heart is the person who you think is the most worthy of being called a hero."
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he didn't think much about it.
If he had just traveled back in time, in order to stay on Wudang Mountain and become Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, he might have planned an elaborate plan to answer this question, praising the Wudang Seven Heroes and Zhang Sanfeng without leaving any trace.
But after more than half a year, Meng Xiuyuan felt that everyone in Wudang Mountain, from his master to his senior brothers, treated him sincerely. They were as cordial and warm as a family, so he was unwilling to say empty words that went against his will. Since Master
By asking him these questions, I just want to hear his true thoughts. He should not be conceited.
He raised his head and looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and said sincerely from the bottom of his heart:
"My disciple feels that the real hero should be senior Guo Jing who guarded Xiangyang alone back then.
It is tragic and admirable to be like him, who is obviously very skilled in martial arts and can enjoy a lifetime of happiness on Peach Blossom Island, but he still spends decades to defend an isolated city in the face of the Mongolian army.
A great chivalrous man must do this for the country and the people."
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment as if he had remembered something, and then his eyes became softer:
"Okay, good boy..."
The voice was murmuring, making it almost impossible to hear clearly.
Meng Xiuyuan saw that he was abnormal and subconsciously asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, nothing." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said:
"Xiuyuan, go back and rest early. Come here early tomorrow. You have already mastered the basics. It's time for me to teach you the real internal strength of our Wudang sect."
Although Meng Xiuyuan didn't know what was going on, when he heard that he would be able to learn advanced internal skills tomorrow, he felt only joy in his heart. He didn't think about it so much anymore. He bowed to his master and went back to the house.
What he didn't see was that after he left, Zhang Sanfeng took out a pair of small iron arhats from his arms, held them in his hands and looked at them for a long time, with the same look as he had just looked at him.