"Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts." After understanding the key, Wang Xu stood up with a smile and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.
Wang Xu didn't have a teacher on the path of cultivation, so he struggled all the way. He didn't know the common sense that masters taught disciples before.
It seems that Zhang Sanfeng said nothing, but in fact, the secrets about the realm of the Grand Master are not told in any sect.
What's more, it will not be recorded in the classics, but will only be passed down from generation to generation as a secret that is not passed down. It comes from the master's mouth and enters the disciple's ears, and it exists as the core of the sect's inheritance.
Zhang Sanfeng's understatement opened a skylight for him, and the picture about the great master slowly unfolded.
Before this, Wang Xu thought that by simply cultivating internal strength, the internal strength would reach the level of a grand master. Now that he thought about it, if it were that easy, there would not be only a handful of grand masters in the world.
"I have also benefited a lot from you. No matter who helps whom, we all make progress together." Zhang Sanfeng spoke modestly, and with a slight wave of his right hand, Wang Xu stopped his bowing, and said: "I am now It’s the critical moment to create Tai Chi Sword, and it won’t be too long before you leave. If you have any questions, just keep asking. I know everything I know.”
Wang Xu saw that he could no longer bow, so he no longer insisted on saluting, and continued: "Master, I practice the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing. Before that, I also practiced the Golden Bell Cover, Hard Qigong, and more miscellaneous external skills. Yes, please help me see if I have done anything wrong."
"Yi Jin Jing?" Zhang Sanfeng was also a Shaolin disciple when he was young. Later, he was kicked out of the Shaolin Temple because he secretly practiced martial arts with Monk Jueyuan.
Hearing that Wang Xu learned the secret of Shaolin, Zhang Sanfeng looked him up and down for a while and said hesitantly: "You know the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple. This is no joke. It's best not to expose it when you travel around the world in the future. Otherwise, the Shaolin Temple will definitely take back your martial arts skills. With your strength, you are still no match for those monks."
Having said this, Zhang Sanfeng stood up and stretched out his right hand to Wang Xu: "Give me your hand, and I will use my true energy to test your internal strength and see if there are any hidden wounds left during martial arts training."
Wang Xu stretched out his right hand and asked Zhang Sanfeng to take his wrist.
The inner strength and mental method practiced by Zhang Sanfeng is Wudang's Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, which makes the inner strength peaceful and pure.
The internal energy traveled throughout Wang Xu's body, making him feel warm and comfortable, and even vaguely resonated with the Yi Jin Jing.
After a moment, Zhang Sanfeng let go of his hand, frowned into the Chinese character "Sichuan", and said: "What a pure internal energy. Not only does the total amount reach the master level, but the degree of purity is even more powerful. It is better than the internal energy that I have been practicing for hundreds of years." Not even below. Have you eaten any natural treasures? Moreover, your bones are also different from ordinary people. Such strong muscles and bones cannot be acquired only through acquired training. Your body is really weird. I’m afraid you don’t need internal strength. Are you able to lift the cauldron with all your strength?"
Being able to lift a cauldron is a word used by ancient people to describe bravery. Anyone who can lift a cauldron weighing thousands of pounds is a warrior who is rare to see in a thousand years.
Don't look at the people in the martial arts who fly over eaves and climb walls, and there are also people who break monuments and crack stones.
These people can only do this by relying on their internal strength. Without internal strength, their strength alone is not much stronger than ordinary people.
But Wang Xu is different. He has been taking evolutionary fluid for a long time, and his physical fitness has already exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
Wang Xu himself has measured that without using his internal strength and Qinggong, he can now run at a speed of 4.3 meters per 100 meters based only on his physical fitness.
A normal person, Bolt, who is known as the Lightning of Jamaica, has a time of 9.77 seconds for 100 meters. Wang Xu is at least twice as fast as him.
Strong physical fitness gives Wang Xu greater strength and speed, as well as the ability to recover.
In ancient times, he meant Li Yuanba in the Tang Dynasty and the Overlord of Western Chu in the Chu-Han Conflict. They were absolutely non-human beings.
"A thousand-jin copper tripod can be raised with one hand, and after walking a hundred steps, it can still be put down with one hand without blushing or out of breath." Wang Xu did not mention the liquid, but only briefly talked about physical fitness.
Zhang Sanfeng secretly smacked his tongue when he heard this. He looked at Wang Xu as if he were looking at a monster again, and sighed: "With your strange strength, ordinary first-class masters can be smashed to death by you. Coupled with the master-level internal strength, Qinggong
, the unique skill of using internal force. Among people of the same level, it is difficult for anyone to compete with you. You are a natural warrior and a natural martial arts wizard."
In the same grandmaster realm, if one person has the strength of a thousand pounds and the other is just an ordinary grandmaster, there is no need to say who will lose and who will win in a fight.
Zhang Sanfeng has lived for more than a hundred years, and he has never seen anyone with such strong bones. Such a person is simply a machine that never tires. It is no exaggeration to say that he is gifted.
And from Wang Xu, he saw Dacheng's golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt, iron head skill, iron leg skill, iron crotch skill, iron claw skill, iron sand palm, and a series of outer sect horizontal kung fu.
With so many external skills, it would take an ordinary person twenty or thirty years to master one.
Seeing that Wang Xu was so young and had eight masters of hard skills, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but wonder if the Yitian Sword would be useful if he slashed at this guy.
"Monster, you are really a monster. Your physical fitness is so high. Even though I have lived for more than a hundred years, I have never seen another person. Keep practicing. There is nothing wrong with your body. I really want to know what happens in ten or eight years.
, can you develop a body of copper and iron?" Zhang Sanfeng checked Wang Xu's physical fitness and was shocked. It was no less than a fantasy novel when passers-by saw the protagonist pretending to be slapping him in the face.
Shocked, shocked, still shocked.
Zhang Sanfeng is not a person who particularly believes in talent, but he saw something in Wang Xu that ordinary people could not achieve in their lifetime.
This innate gap, among martial arts practitioners, is equivalent to standing in front of the finish line before you even run.
Ordinary people have worked hard for thirty to fifty years, but they are still at the level of a first-class master. If Wang Xu can handle it by relying on his physical fitness, how can you ask ordinary people to reason with him?
"If the great hero Guo Jing in Xiangyang City had your physical fitness, he would not have died of exhaustion in Xiangyang City. It would be a pity for people like you not to go to the battlefield. If you were to kill Yuan soldiers, thousands of
There aren’t enough people for you to kill, right?" Zhang Sanfeng sighed. He knew Guo Xiang when he was young and knew the story of the hero Guo Jing by heart.
The hero Guo Jing single-handedly guarded Xiangyang in the north to resist the Mongols. In the end, he fought with thousands of troops and fought for two days and two nights before he died of exhaustion.
Although Wang Xu's strength is not as high as that of the great hero Guo Jing, his physical fitness and Kung Fu skills are not comparable to those of the great hero Guo Jing.
Zhang Sanfeng knew at a glance that ordinary swords, arrows and crossbows would be useless against Wang Xu.
At that time, if there was a master of horizontal training by Guo Jing's side, he would not have sneaked into the Mongolian camp again and again, only to be forced back by the use of strong bows and crossbows.
"The old Taoist gives you a suggestion, don't give up horizontal kung fu. With your physical fitness, practicing horizontal kung fu will get twice the result with half the effort. It would be too wasteful to only cultivate internal strength." Thinking of the ending of Guo Jing, Zhang Sanfeng felt a little depressed and asked listlessly:
"Do you have any other questions?"
"No more." Wang Xu couldn't think of any other problems in a short period of time, thinking that since the shuttle door was there anyway, it would be the same to go to Zhang Sanfeng if he had any problems, so let's do this for today.
Hearing that Wang Xu had no questions, Zhang Sanfeng also lost interest in the conversation and waved his hand: "I will stay in seclusion for three months to study Tai Chi sword skills. If you have any questions, I will answer them for you in three months. This
For a period of time, you can stay in Wudang Mountain and you can choose from the martial arts in Wudang Mountain. I hope it can help you broaden your horizons."
"Thank you, Master." Wang Xu slightly raised his hand. Wudang Mountain is on par with Shaolin, so the collection of books must be quite large.
Wang Xu has made up his mind, whether he practices or not, he will make a copy of the martial arts secrets on Wudang Mountain and take them away with him.
Thinking that with so many martial arts secrets in his possession, he would be able to get twice the result with half the effort when creating his own martial arts in the future. It was indeed the right time for him to come to Wudang Mountain this time.