Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 135 Letter from Zhao Min
Only now did Meng Xiuyuan fully understand the master's intentions.

Zhang Sanfeng sorted out what he had learned all his life through Taijiquan, and integrated it, so that he finally condensed his own artistic conception of martial arts.

It can be said that he has broken through a great realm and opened up a new world of martial arts.

With such a good thing, the old man naturally thinks about his little apprentice.

So he secretly thought about Meng Xiuyuan's past martial arts characteristics, put himself in Meng Xiuyuan's position as much as possible, and then, relying on his current state advantages, he honed a set of Tai Chi for Meng Xiuyuan from a high altitude.

This "customized" version of Taijiquan is not only a martial art, but also a set of exercises and a teaching aid, guiding Meng Xiuyuan to work hard in the direction of the "artistic conception of martial arts".

"Unfortunately, although I was the one who enlightened you on your kung fu, you have also learned and created a lot of new things during the ten years you have been down the mountain.

After all, I can't completely replace you, and help you integrate the martial arts you have learned.

Furthermore, this Taijiquan was originally created based on my own martial arts philosophy, and as a basis, it is somewhat inconsistent with your martial arts philosophy.

I'm afraid that the boxing technique I created for you will hardly allow you to directly touch the threshold, but at most it can only give you a little direction. "

Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Martial arts practiced to the point where he and Meng Xiuyuan are, it is more about self-comprehension and self-breakthrough, even if he gives advice to Meng Xiuyuan from a higher-level perspective, he can't do much.

Hearing the words, Meng Xiuyuan didn't feel disappointed, instead he smiled and said to Zhang Sanfeng:

"Master, I'm not a child anymore, so I don't need to teach this hand.

This boxing technique can lead me to experience the so-called "artistic conception". If it doesn't work, it's equally meaningful.

After all, do you know what is the most critical point in order to accomplish a difficult and difficult task? "

"Oh, what is it?"

Zhang Sanfeng heard that this little apprentice actually told him the principles of life, he couldn't help but smile, and asked humbly.

"The most important thing is to know that this thing has a chance to be done."

Meng Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said seriously.

"There is a chance to make it..."

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, then nodded, feeling that Meng Xiuyuan's words were indeed reasonable.

When the road comes to an end, it's easy to get lost and wander.At this time, someone else's exact message of "there is still a way ahead" is naturally very precious.

"Besides, when we parted last time, Master, didn't you just say that our paths are different.

Your old man has gained a lot in the past few years, but I have no time to waste..."

As he said that, Meng Xiuyuan didn't explain much, and replaced words with actions, and immediately entered the state of "compressing true energy".

After a clear "ha", Meng Xiuyuan's hair and clothes were blown up by the zhenqi, and then he slapped his right palm forward suddenly, and at a distance of three or four feet, he abruptly cut off the outside of the courtyard. There are more than ten green bamboos attached to one piece.

"What a powerful "Shocking Palm", when I created this kung fu, I didn't expect it to have such an effect.

Is your way of compressing your true energy a success? "

Hearing the sound of "click" breaking one after another, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help being surprised and delighted seeing the broken bamboo flying horizontally.

In terms of the power of moves alone, Meng Xiuyuan at this time has far exceeded the limit he can achieve.

It can be said that it is the same as his "martial arts artistic conception", he has also broken through the highest existing martial arts achievements in this world and entered a new world.

Meng Xiuyuan was also very happy to hear the master's praise, but he shook his head in seeking truth from facts:
"It can't be considered a success, it can only be said that it has a little clue.

You can see how exhausted this move is when you see my true energy bursting out from the pores.

Although powerful, it cannot be used frequently, and can only be used occasionally as a means of explosion. "

Every time Meng Xiuyuan used this technique of compressing his true qi, his hair and skirts would fly away. Naturally, he didn't do it intentionally for the sake of being handsome.

In fact, this is actually a sign that he has not practiced kung fu well.

In order to compress the true gas to a liquid state in a short time, it is necessary to use the true gas to accumulate and collide with each other.

In the case that the pores cannot be completely closed, part of the true energy is compressed into the dantian, and part of it will naturally be squeezed out of the body to escape.

The conservation of momentum and the effect of force are mutual. It can only be said that these physical laws are also applicable to internal strength cultivation.

"It's already very good, I think there should be no one in this world who can use moves as powerful as yours.

With this palm strike, unless the opponent dodges in time, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he will either die or be injured.

Our walking in the rivers and lakes is different from marching and fighting.

This move consumes a lot, and it's not a problem. "

Zhang Sanfeng was very satisfied with his apprentice's progress in kung fu, and he did not hesitate to praise him.

From his point of view, although Meng Xiuyuan's move wasn't perfect, it was enough for people in the Jianghu to compete in martial arts.

It's just that after Meng Xiuyuan heard the words, he just happened to be poked at the pain point, so he shook his head with a helpless smile.

He has just suffered a loss because of this, and has learned a profound lesson.

If there were no such shortcomings, the battle between him and Wang Baobao on the Guangmingding Mountain Road would have been much easier, without such careful calculations, and he would not have pushed himself to such a limit in the end.

"Xiuyuan, you look like this, but what happened?"

Zhang Sanfeng saw the deep meaning in Meng Xiuyuan's expression, so he asked in a gentle voice.

"Master, you have been in seclusion all year round, so you may not know something.

Today's world is in chaos, rebels are everywhere, and the Yuan court is about to run out. It is a great opportunity to fight against Yuan.

We Jianghu people, maybe we have to participate in the battle of the army..."

After speaking, Meng Xiuyuan simply started from the beginning, briefly telling Zhang Sanfeng about the siege of Guangmingding by the six major factions.

Among them, before the appearance of the Yuan army, Meng Xiuyuan used force to reconcile the disputes between the six major factions and Mingjiao. Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be quite calm when he heard it. .

But in the middle, when Wang Baobao led thousands of troops to attack Guangmingding, Zhang Zhenren's face immediately became serious.

With such experience, how could he not know the disadvantages of people in the Jianghu when facing the army formation.

Later, when Meng Xiuyuan mentioned that he left behind the palace and blocked thousands of troops on the narrow mountain road with one man and one sword, Zhang Sanfeng frowned even more, and looked at Meng Xiuyuan with reproachful eyes.

Meng Xiuyuan, a favored little disciple, rarely saw his master treat him like this, so he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

So much so that in the end, when Meng Xiuyuan talked about the fact that he killed seven top opponents in an instant and captured the main general by killing through the enemy formation, he hardly dared to look up at his master's expression.

The voice fell for a long time, and Zhang Sanfeng on the opposite side did not make a sound for a long time.

Seeing this, although Meng Xiuyuan was nervous, he couldn't help but bite the bullet and watch.

Unexpectedly, the scene in front of him was a bit unexpected.

At this moment, Master Zhang Zhenren no longer looked angry and blamed, on the contrary, his gaze on Meng Xiuyuan was full of admiration:
"Not bad.

In the blink of an eye, that little kid who was the size of a pea diced back then has really become a figure for the country and the people like Guo Daxia back then.

Xiuyuan, you did a great job. "

Meng Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, then he laughed and shook his head, and said calmly:
"Master, stop bragging for me.

I dare not say that it is for the country and the people, let alone be compared with the hero Guo Jing.

All I want is peace of mind. "

Zhang Sanfeng's expression became more and more kind when he heard the sound, he stood up and came to Meng Xiuyuan's side, patted his shoulder and said:
"No matter what it is for, it is good to do good deeds that benefit the people of the world.

But there is one thing, you have to remember clearly, don't forget..."

As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng rolled up his sleeves and showed off his still strong forearm, regardless of his master's demeanor:
"When you are doing things outside, you don't need to worry about people threatening you with Wudang faction.

Although the master is old, he is not so old that he cannot move his hands and feet.

There is no need to worry about what is difficult to deal with the enemy.

Come back and tell me, we master and apprentice will fight together. "

……

……

For several days after this master-student conversation, Meng Xiuyuan locked himself in his room and did not show up.

But everyone in the Wudang faction is very busy.Everyone was in a hurry, trying to pack up the things at hand.

The reason was because of Meng Xiuyuan's plan to migrate his disciples to the Kunlun Green Valley.

Although it was just the words of Meng Xiuyuan's family, the second-generation disciples headed by Song Yuanqiao were still willing to believe Meng Xiuyuan's opinion, and began to prepare for this "big house move" with great effort.

After all, even if the mountains were not surrounded by the army of the Yuan Dynasty, the "spiritual fish" and "spiritual fruits" in the emerald valley were still excellent things.

For martial arts practitioners, it is not an exaggeration to consider it a natural treasure, so it is natural to use it.

In fact, without much explanation, these three generations of disciples have long been yearning for the mysterious Kunlun Cuigu.

Because everyone can see that Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao who came back from the emerald valley, their kung fu has improved by leaps and bounds in five years, widening the gap with the other three generations of disciples.

This is a living sign, and everyone can't help but believe it.

Therefore, according to Song Yuanqiao's plan, most of the more than one hundred three-generation disciples on Wudang Mountain were assigned to Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting.

Led by the three of them, they planned to go down to Wudang Mountain in batches at night, pretending to be ordinary escorts, and marched in the direction of Kunlun Mountain in a low-key manner.

Only Song Yuanqiao was left on the mountain by himself, leading a group of Huogong Taoist priests and handyman Taoist boys to serve Master Zhang Sanfeng, and to support the facade of the Wudang School.

Under such circumstances, there are naturally many things that need to be planned in advance, and it is inevitable to delay for some time.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change happened at this time.

"Father, something happened!"

Song Yuanqiao was directing everyone to work in Zixiao Hall, when he suddenly heard Song Qingshu's slightly anxious voice coming from outside the hall.He frowned immediately when he heard the sound, and yelled at the son who was performing lightness kung fu and rushed into the palace gate:
"Okay, I heard it. What's the point of yelling?!

Didn't I tell you, don't be surprised.

No matter what kind of situation you encounter, you must never mess up first..."

Song Qingshu had something important to say, seeing his father began to lecture himself at length again, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, interrupted aloud:
"Father, it's the Tartars who came from outside our mountain gate!"

"Tartar?!"

Song Yuanqiao was also taken aback when he heard the words, and he didn't care to teach his son a lesson, so he hurriedly asked:
"Can you see clearly how many people and horses have come, and are there any bows and arrows?

And what does the leader look like? Are there any familiar masters in the army? "

Song Qingshu quickly shook his head:
"No, no army, only two men dressed as hunters.

And even though he looks strong and burly, and has a foreigner's kung fu, he is just ordinary, and he should not be a person in the world. "

Hearing what Song Qingshu said, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.But immediately, he became more and more puzzled, frowning and asking:
"It's just two people, why are you so panicked?"

Song Qingshu also knew that he didn't make his words clear, so he explained:
"Although the two of them are not a threat, their background is not small.

According to the two Tartars, they are Princess Minmintemoor representing the Ruyang Palace, and they want to invite the little uncle to a banquet. "

"The Princess of Ruyang Palace..."

Song Yuanqiao's face became darker when he heard the sound.

He has also heard the story of Meng Xiuyuan capturing Prince Ruyang's son alive in the army formation these days.

Now the princess of King Ruyang came to invite him suddenly again, I'm afraid it was not kind.

"Father, what should we do?" Song Qingshu also hesitated.

"Notify your little uncle, let him decide for himself.

He knows the inside story best, and he thinks he will have a way. "

Song Yuanqiao thought for a moment, but still felt that this matter should be left to Meng Xiuyuan himself.

……

"The Princess of Ruyang Palace? How dare she come to her door?"

When Song Qingshu notified Meng Xiuyuan of this matter, he was also surprised.

Hearing Meng Xiuyuan's tone, Song Qingshu immediately felt relieved, knowing that this matter should not be serious, and it was all under the control of the little uncle.

"Those two people are still waiting at the gate of the mountain, you can go quickly, little uncle."

Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Meng Xiuyuan.

"What's the hurry, let them wait, I'm still busy."

While speaking, Meng Xiuyuan's eyes fell on the table involuntarily, and then he beat his head hard a few times, with a sad face, as if he was troubled by something.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu was a little curious, and couldn't help but look past Meng Xiuyuan's back, peeking at the table.

But I didn't expect to find that apart from some jerky and difficult words, there were some pictorial symbols that I couldn't understand, and it was full of writing.Beside the desk, there is even a thick stack of papers.

"Little uncle, what are you doing?" Song Qingshu couldn't help asking curiously.

"I want to sort out the little knowledge of mathematics, physics, and chemistry that I have left, and I want to compile each into a book.

Unexpectedly, after years of not studying, my brain is rusted. "

Meng Xiuyuan became more distressed as he spoke, as if he had encountered the most intractable dilemma in the world, and he was more desperate than when he was facing thousands of troops.

Hearing this, Song Qingshu didn't understand what Meng Xiuyuan was talking about, but seeing Meng Xiuyuan's state, he probably couldn't finish the task in front of him for a while, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Little Martial Uncle, this is a letter from the two Tartars, which is said to be written by the Mongolian princess himself.

It needs to be handed over to you, and only you can see it. "

"Hmm..." Meng Xiuyuan nodded without paying too much attention when he heard the words, and after taking precautions with his true energy, he opened the letter casually.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed on the letter paper, his face suddenly changed.

There is not much content in this letter, only a short sentence written in graceful handwriting:

"Big Brother, I already have the Dragon Slaying Knife, please appreciate it."

(End of this chapter)