I am a pirate in Ming Dynasty

The green months of March passed in a flash, and in April, some gossip about the court began to spread.

The ninety-five-year-old man in the court did not want to honor his uncle Emperor Renzong as the emperor Kao, but wanted to posthumously confer his biological father Xingxian Wang Zhu Youqi as the emperor Kao and enjoy sacrifices in the ancestral temple.

In order to cater to the emperor's ideas, Zhang Cong and Gui E wrote a detailed article about Chen Qishi, arguing the faults of the two tests, and advocated that the test of Bo Xiaozong and the test of Xingxian King was the right one.

Emperor Jiajing had to give up because of opposition from his ministers.

There are even more divergent discussions among the people about the affairs of the imperial court. Especially under the Confucian thought of governing the country with filial piety, Emperor Jiajing's actions are even more shameful to many literati. According to the ancient etiquette system, since Jiajing has been adopted by Emperor Renzong, he must respect Emperor Renzong as the imperial examination. It is undoubtedly unfilial to attempt to re-examine his biological father.

Therefore, even in Yancheng County, people wearing Confucian shirts can occasionally be heard discussing this matter.

After all, history has not changed its original direction. Qin Shang knew that this great etiquette dispute was actually Jiajing's first politically immature struggle. It was only after Jiajing saw the nature of literati that he started his forty-year-old struggle. Years of exclusive rule.

After Qin Li obtained the heavenly book written by an unknown god, he had left Yancheng County for a short time and went to other counties to help run stores. Even the housekeeper Qin Liu was transferred away, and more than a dozen guards accompanied him. It suddenly became a lot quieter.

After the mad Taoist priest had no restraint, he treated Qin Shang even more strictly. He was not teaching Qin Shang, but forcing him to learn.

In the small pavilion on the wooden corridor in the backyard of the Qin Mansion, two figures, one large and one small, were sitting opposite each other. Not far away, Qin Fen was taking a nap with his sword in his arms.

"You are still young now, and you are in the best time to practice martial arts. I will teach you the most profound Taoist inner breath method. This method can be achieved in ten years. Long-term practice of this method will help you increase your strength, and you will be able to fight against others. May your breath last long."

There was no response. The mad Taoist priest had not just met Qin Shang. He knew that this little guy could not speak yet, but he felt that the other party could understand what he meant.

I saw the crazy Taoist priest holding his hands on his lower abdomen, and for a moment his whole body calmed down, and he seemed to be one with nature.

"Inner breath is to nourish Qi, and the circulation of breath in the body must be done well. Only when one day you sit down and can feel everything in the surrounding environment will you truly reach the state of great success."

There are no internal skills mentioned in martial arts novels, and there is no strange energy running in the body. It is just a very ordinary breathing technique.

Qin Shang held his chin up and looked at it with some boredom, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

"In addition to inner breath, I will also teach you Taoist Kung Fu. Every day at Mao hour I teach you meditation, at Chen hour I teach you Taoist boxing and kicks, and at Si hour I teach you Taoist secrets. As for the time after Si hour, you can do whatever you want, whatever. ?" The crazy Taoist priest talked to Qin Shang as if negotiating.

Mao time has come to Si time? It's almost five to eleven o'clock, and you spend half of your time learning kung fu every day? Speaking of which, I have become a little tired of fishing these days. Moreover, I am so noisy by this Taoist priest every day that my brain hurts. If I don't agree for one day, I may not be able to calm down for one day.

Qin Shang nodded, which was considered a compromise with the crazy Taoist priest.

The crazy Taoist nodded as expected. He didn't care if Qin Shang was really willing to learn from him. When he really came into contact with the profound knowledge of his sect, he didn't believe that Qin Shang would be indifferent.

‘Dang! ’ The sound came from far away, and an extremely old figure gradually approached. He was thin and thin, and his loose robe was as soft as being hung on a pole. Under the silver hair all over his head, he has a high forehead, bulging stork bones, and wrinkles all over his head, giving the impression that a gust of wind could blow him over.

It seems that the old man's physical condition is not very good. He is holding a cane in his hand and his back is straight. Standing there, he still has the feeling of a young man refusing to admit defeat.

"Cough cough~"

Before he could speak, the old man couldn't help but cough a few times. On his weathered face, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Qin Fen, who was still napping, woke up immediately when he heard the sound. When he saw the old man who was still in the wind, his eyes turned red: "Old Master!"

He ran closer and wanted to help the old man, but the strong old man refused the hand he extended, his eyes never leaving the mad Taoist priest: "I heard from Li'er that you are responsible for teaching Shang'er?"

The crazy Taoist stood up and bowed from afar, then said to Qin Zhong: "Of course, I don't seek the status of teacher and student, I just want to preach and solve my doubts, and I don't want to bury my inheritance."

"If you don't accept disciples, how can you inherit it?" Qin Zhong didn't believe the other party's remarks at all, and took advantage of the loopholes in the other party's words to pursue the question.

"Taoists are rootless duckweeds. Things like status are not that important. As long as the inheritance is still there, my Taoist sect will naturally still be there." The crazy Taoist replied indifferently.

The doubts in Qin Zhong's heart were not dispelled. He knocked the ground with the crutch in his hand and said in a loud voice: "My Qin family has been heirloom for more than four hundred years, and my family education is no worse than yours. The Qin family's son Not being a disciple for outsiders is also a rule set by our ancestors. You know this, why do you still want to identify my little grandson?"

Heirloom for more than 400 years? Qin Shang was suddenly confused. Is the Qin family so great? Why does this old man speak so forcefully? He seems to look down on Taoism in his words.

"The Qin family has a profound heritage, and I admire Pindao very much, but Pindao's family background is naturally no worse than that of the Qin family." The crazy Taoist priest was equally aloof.

Qin Zhong's face flashed with indescribable light and shadow, he thought for a moment, and one name after another popped out of his mouth.

"Zhengyi, Quanzhen, Taiyi, Lingbao, Shangqing, Maoshan... there are many others who I won't name one by one. I don't know which sect the real person belongs to."

The crazy Taoist priest held up his hands apologetically and said, "Please forgive me, Patriarch Qin. The poor Taoist sect has been warned that those who are not inheritors of the sect will never reveal their sect's sect."

Qin Zhong waved his hand, indicating that it was okay: "In this case, Shang'er will temporarily leave it to the real person to preach and resolve doubts. I have no other intention in coming here. After all, Shang'er is a son of the Qin family and must follow the ancestral precepts."

"That's natural," the mad Taoist priest agreed repeatedly, and then said with a slight hesitation: "Did the old man suffer many injuries when he was young?"

"Yes, I wonder how the real person could tell?" Qin Zhong asked doubtfully.

The mad Taoist priest walked quickly for a few steps and reached out to take the old man's pulse. The pulse was chaotic and abnormal. After a while, he frowned and said: "Old Patriarch Qin's body is injured in the veins. Although the internal organs are damaged, it is not to the root. It should be Qin It’s probably because the old master has been practicing martial arts for many years.”

"Mr. Qin's body is in the condition it is now. It is basically a recurrence of old injuries. It is almost impossible to cure it completely. However, Pindao has a method that can help Mr. Qin reduce his pain and improve his health."

Qin Zhong has been tortured by illness over the years and has been reduced to a human form. He has seen many quacks and without exception, all his money has been wasted. Now that he hears there is a way to improve it, it suddenly feels like a dream.

"Is there really a way?" Qin Zhongben became slightly alive with a desire to die.

"Yes, the martial arts inherited from the Qin family should be fierce and ruthless. Fighting with others for a long time can easily cause physical burden, thereby damaging the body muscles and leaving serious sequelae. Pindao has a set of boxing techniques, which is An internal boxing technique passed down from the Wudang sect. Ping Tao learned all this boxing technique from Wudang when he traveled around the world. If you can do it once a day, all the pain in your body will be eliminated in less than a year."

"This boxing technique coincides with the principles of yin and yang of heaven and earth. It is a set of exquisite boxing techniques."

The mad Taoist priest spoke highly of this boxing technique, which gave Qin Zhong more confidence. He didn't want to sleep in bed all day and wait for death. If he could hold on for a few more years, then he could let Li'er rest for a while longer; If he can live a normal life, then he can personally teach Shang'er to learn and watch him grow up. if……

These things that were unimaginable in the past have been completely opened today, and thousands of words have been turned into one sentence: "Master, please teach me this method."

"That's natural. Pindao will demonstrate it today. With Mr. Qin's knowledge, this set of boxing techniques will definitely be mastered overnight."

After saying that, the crazy Taoist priest took up his stance on the spot.

Qin Shang tilted his head. It was the first time he had seen the mad Taoist priest so serious, but this posture seemed a bit like something he had seen before.

The starting position seems to be as slow as a tortoise, but after the first move, all the skills of boxing power are revealed.

The soft fist is mixed with the strength of the steel fist, and the moves are changing widely, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, and the overall speed is getting faster and faster. When the final closing is completed, there seem to be several leaps in the same place. shadow.

Tai Chi!

This boxing technique has almost caught up with radio gymnastics in later generations. Compared with the Tai Chi of various schools in later generations, the most authentic Wudang Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng should be spread in Wudang in this era.

"Wonderful, really wonderful. The seemingly fancy movements actually hide murderous intent. Strength and softness transform into each other. This set of boxing techniques explains the word Kung Fu to the extreme." Qin Zhong's eyes were so vicious that he could see this set of boxing techniques at a glance. of preciousness.

"This set of boxing techniques was created by Wudang founder Sanfeng Zhenren. It combines various Fa Jin techniques to mobilize every part of the human body. It is very suitable for exercise. If you practice for a long time, you can use the Fa Jin flexibly. With his skills, I’m afraid it’s possible to defeat all the invincible players in the world.” The mad Taoist said half-jokingly.

After reading it, all the actions were completely analyzed in his mind, and Qin Zhong gained a little more confidence in his ability to resume normal actions.

"Thank you, Master!" Qin Zhong lost all of his airs when he came, and became more fond of the mad Taoist priest.

Boring, Qin Shang sneaked back while they were chatting. He felt sleepy after staying here for a long time, so it was more reliable to take a nap in his own cabin.