Wan Yunting woke up before five o'clock the next morning. He carefully opened the door and came out, not daring to make too much noise, so as not to wake up his grandfather Ouyang Shenhe who lived next door...
After washing up, Wan Yunting looked up at the mountains and snow forests in front of him. It didn't snow today, so the sun should be shining...
"Who are you telling me not to sleep with?"
Duan Yingying, who was sleeping comfortably on the big bed, heard a knock on the door, which made her upset. She cursed in a lazy and annoyed voice, while Wan Yunting, who was standing at the door, said sternly: "I'll give you ten minutes to get up, if you don't
Get up at your own risk."
"Ah, you are so annoying."
When Duan Yingying heard what the man said, she immediately sat up and scratched her hair with both hands. Her almond-shaped eyes widened while she was still awake. She looked at the door fiercely and muttered, probably scolding Wan Yunting.
Eighteen generations of ancestors…
Ten minutes later, Duan Yingying still came out of the room. She looked at Wan Yunting who was outside the door wearing a thin training uniform and doing stretching exercises to relax her muscles. She turned around and saw her coming out and said: "Come on, come run with me."
Santai Peak, I heard that disciples of the Wudang Sect meditate and practice on it every morning..."
Seeing Wan Yunting start running, Duan Yingying, who had to run to keep up, her cheeks puffed up and muttered: "It's hard to come to the Wudang Clan to play, and I still have to practice. If I had known better, I wouldn't have come."
How could Wan Yunting, who was running in front, not hear her whisper, turned to glance at Duan Yingying, and said, "So, when I was not at home, you were lazy and didn't practice Kung Fu every day?"
Duan Yingying, who realized what she had said, covered her mouth and felt so guilty that she did not dare to look at the man in front of her. She said bravely: "Who said that? I get up at six o'clock every morning to meditate and practice swordsmanship according to your requirements.
I've been lazy."
"hehe."
Wan Yunting turned his head and rolled his eyes at her, then ran towards the not very high Santai Peak on the back mountain of the Wudang Sect, and said: "Follow me quickly, you will know if you are lazy or not in the test later."
"cut."
Duan Yingying, who was following behind, rolled her eyes with disdain and kept making faces and small movements at Wan Yunting's back...
Santai Peak is a peak in the inner sect of Wudang Sect. To the left is another peak, covered with snow and the scenery is beautiful and spectacular. There is only a platform on the top of Santai Peak. This is a training ground, a small square with paved floor.
Looking at the bluestone and looking at the bumps, you can tell that countless generations of Wudang disciples have stepped on it and stepped on it.
"Breathe steadily, feel every acupuncture point in your body, don't be impatient..."
At this moment, in the small square, thirty inner disciples of the Wudang Sect were sitting neatly and cross-legged on the bluestone snow. Facing the biting cold wind in the morning, they were meditating in unison and practicing Qigong.
Two of the disciples wearing green robes were Xiu Qi, the second disciple, and Qin Yuan, the fifth disciple under the sect leader. They were the senior brothers of these meditating disciples and were instructing them to meditate and practice.
At the same time, on the edge of the cliff in the square, there was a large bluestone with several flat surfaces under an old pine tree. Senior brother Xianyun, third senior sister Xu Yuxin, sixth senior brother Yang Xuan, and seventh-ranked Ziqing were sitting cross-legged and practicing.
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"Are they so early?"
Wan Yunting ran up with Duan Yingying. Seeing that everyone was already meditating, they probably got up at five o'clock to practice. Duan Yingying even said, "It's really hard."
Wan Yunting turned his head, made a hissing gesture to her, and whispered: "You still have the nerve to say it, look at why the Wudang sect can become the leader of all sects, and look at how hard their disciples work hard to practice.
If you still want to stay in bed and sleep, go over there and meditate."
Wan Yunting saw that no one was meditating on a large bluestone in front of him, so he took Duan Yingying there. At the same time, Xiu Qi and Yang Xuan in the square saw them and showed strange eyes, but did not say anything and continued to supervise the thirty people.
Junior brother practices...
Wan Yunting and Duan Yingying sat cross-legged on the large bluestone that could accommodate two people at the same time. They first guided Duan Yingying to meditate, and then he also began to concentrate on meditating.
Now Wan Yunting is in the middle stage of Dan Jin in martial arts, and the energy in his Dantian is gradually condensing into Qi Dan. Therefore, he has frequently gotten up early to practice recently, just to break through to the late stage of Dan Jin...
Time passed little by little. After hearing the shouts of fisting, Wan Yunting and Duan Yingying stopped and opened their eyes. They saw Xiu Qi, Yang Xuan, and senior brother Xianyun, who had already started to fight in the square.
Instructor, the juniors are each meditating on Tai Chi, Wudang Changquan, Ten Stages of Mianzhang and other common martial arts of the Wudang sect...
Wan Yunting turned around and saw that Zi Qing was still meditating. She could see that her concentration was very strong, so Wan Yunting got up and asked Duan Yingying to come down from the big blue stone, and asked her to start practicing Chunyang of the Infinite Taoist Temple next to her.
He corrected her with his boxing skills: "Your strength is too poor, and your punches are too slow. You don't use your inner strength to punch. There is no power here. If you want to be like me..."
While instructing Duan Yingying, Wan Yunting showed her how to punch. This scene also made Xiu Qi, Yang Xuan, senior brother Xianyun and others in the distance look sideways. Third senior sister Xu Yuxin raised her eyebrows and said: "It seems that Wuliang Taoist Temple is
It’s not easy to be a new viewer!”
Senior Brother Xianyun nodded with a smile and said: "How can we, the Seventh Junior Sister, go down the mountain to discuss swordsmanship with him? It can't be described as simple!"
Fifth senior brother Qin Yuan said: "Last time at the Wuliang Taoist Temple's ancestor worship ceremony, various sects competed in martial arts. It is said that he is a martial arts prodigy. He broke through to the middle stage of the martial arts elixir before he was thirty years old. He does have some abilities!"
The second senior brother Xiu Qi showed a disdainful expression and said with a smile: "Being young does not mean you are good at kung fu. No matter how talented you are, if you can practice kung fu well, it is useless if you are not good at actual combat!"
"Second Senior Brother is right."
Yang Xuan, the sixth junior brother, nodded, turned to Xiu Qi and teased: "How about Senior Brother Fuji, why don't you go find him to spar?"
Xiu Qi turned around and glared at the boy: "You brat, are you digging a hole for me?"
"Hey, there's no such thing."
Yang Xuan pointed at Wan Yunting over there, and said with a smile: "Everyone says he is a martial arts prodigy, and they praise him endlessly. Don't you think the second senior brother wants to test him and test his reality?"
Xiu Qi immediately turned to look at his senior brother Xianyun. In fact, he had already felt itchy in his heart.
"Don't make trouble."
Senior brother Xianyun said with a smile: "My master Wan Guan is a guest, how can I let you mess around and ruin the etiquette?"
"Senior Brother, it should be fine if we spar with him."
The sixth junior brother, Yang Xuan, is definitely the kind of guy who doesn't take things too seriously. He wants to encourage his second senior brother, Xiu Qi, to compete with Wan Yunting to see if he is as powerful as the rumors say.
After all, the various sects outside all said that Wan Yunting was a martial arts prodigy who was rare to see in a thousand years, with a nose and an eye, so Yang Xuan and Xiu Qi were naturally unconvinced.
At this time, Wan Yunting suddenly trotted towards them, smiled at Xianyun and his senior brothers and sisters: "Brother Xian, I'm sorry, can you pick up two steel swords for us to use?"
Xianyun, a distinguished elder brother, nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, Yang Xuan, go over there and get the sword for Master Wan Guan to use."
Yang Xuan nodded, went over to the weapons rack over there and took out two Tai Chi steel swords specially used for their martial arts training. Wan Yunting then smiled and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Lord Wan Guan."
Xianyun smiled and replied, but Yang Xuan said: "Master Wan Guan, my second senior brother wants to compete with you in martial arts, is that okay?"
"Hey, Sixth Junior Brother, you kid..."
When Xiu Qi heard this, he glared at the brat Yang Xuan angrily. Wan Yunting in front of him was startled and turned to look at Xianyun and Xu Yuxin. Fifth senior brother Qin Yuan said hurriedly: "Master Wan Yunting, don't take it seriously.
My sixth junior brother likes to talk nonsense, and I hope you won't be as knowledgeable as him."
After reacting, Wan Yunting understood their intention and said generously with a smile: "It's a good competition. In fact, the last time I discussed swordsmanship with Senior Sister Ziqing, I just wanted to come to the Wudang Sect and compete with all the brothers and sisters.
, let me see the righteous Kung Fu of your Wudang Sect, if you can, it will be my honor, Wan."
As soon as he said this, senior brother Xianyun secretly praised the Wan Guanzhu for his great power. Seeing that he agreed, he nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, second brother, you can compete with Wan Guanzhu, but remember
Stay, friendship comes first!”
"Yes, senior brother."
Xiu Qi was excited and agreed with clasped fists.
As soon as the surrounding junior brothers and sisters saw that the second senior brother was going to compete with Wan Yunting, they all stopped to make room for a space. Duan Yingying over there also hurriedly ran over. Even Zi Qing, who was sitting on the big blue stone meditating, was stunned at this moment.
He opened his naturally auspicious eyes, turned slightly and looked here...
Many juniors formed a circle. Wan Yunting and Xiu Qi were in the arena. He smiled and said: "Should we compete with fists and kicks, or use swords?"
There was a trace of arrogance on Xiuqi's eyebrows. On the surface, he was friendly to Wan Yunting, but deep down he was disdainful. Not to mention that Wan Yunting was young. Even if he was the master of Wuliang Taoist Temple, for the Wudang Sect of orthodox Taoism, Wuliang
The Taoist temple is just a small, third-rate sect, not at the same level as the Wudang sect.
"I wonder if Lord Wan Guan is good at boxing, kicking, or swordsmanship?"
Xiu Qi asked.
Wan Yunting smiled, then looked up at him and said: "They are all average, not very good at it."
Xiu Qi couldn't help but snorted coldly in his heart and said: "Then let's have a sword competition. After all, I can let Senior Sister Ziqing go down the mountain to discuss swordsmanship with you. I believe Wan Guanzhu is better at swordsmanship."
Wan Yunting said nothing more, threw a Tai Chi steel sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Then please ask Brother Xiu for advice!"
Then Xiu Qi of the Steel Sword casually shook out a few sword flowers, immediately took a stance, looked directly at Wan Yunting with a sharp gaze, and said with a smile: "Master Wan Guan, I hope you will attack with all your strength. Although our friendship comes first,
But it’s boring if you’re too polite.”
Wan Yunting also opened his posture slightly, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, Brother Xiu, let's go all out."
"readily."
Xiu Qi was happy. His eyes suddenly widened and he rushed out with a long sword in his hand, thrusting straight at Wan Yunting: "Master Wan Guan, look at the sword..."