Old Mo head said: "You first say whether you can answer me or not?"
Xin Yuan said: "I promise you. Old Motou, you can say it."
Hearing his agreement, Old Motou suddenly burst into tears and his body began to tremble again. He didn't want Xinyuan to see his tears, so he turned his head and coughed twice, pretending to block his mouth with his hands, but took the opportunity to wipe away the tears with his sleeves. But Xinyuan still saw it. Xinyuan saw that he was coming down suddenly. He didn't know what was going on. He just felt that Motou was so old and alone, with some sympathy for him, and said, "I promise you. You will surely do it. Old Motou, just talk about it!"
Old Mo turned his head, his eyes became very gentle, he was no longer as indifferent as before, his face overflowing with kindness, and said: "I know you are a good boy, and very clever. I believe you will do it for me. If it is done, I will tell you about it."
It was already dark at this time, and after the monk brought dinner, he chatted with Lao Mo and left. Under the dim oil lamp, Xinyuan was eating while listening to Old Motou talk about himself.
It turned out that Lao Mo had a name. He was the third disciple of Wudang Master Xugu who sat down thirty years ago, and was nicknamed "Tai Chi Hand" Yue Mo. "Tai Chi Hand" Yue Mo was the number one master of the Wudang School 30 years ago. He is on par with the current abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Huiming, and is also the most promising disciple of the White Dao. But later, some of the Wudang disciples, in order to fight for the position of the head, worked with the demon sect to set up a trick. The head Xugu was killed, the eldest disciple Lao Motou disappeared, and the head disciple and the disciples who supported the head were killed. Exhausted. Since then, the Wudang faction has withered away from the talents and the door has been weakened. That battle for the masters made Wudang almost annihilated, but the demon sect was also hit hard, and since then, there is no strength to compete with Wudang. It was also after that war that many of the famous masters of the Wudang faction disappeared. Lao Motou was murdered by a traitor at the time. He was already unconscious before the war. When he woke up, the Wudang faction had been bloodbathed. Master Xugu Zhenren and his elder brother "Wujizi" were killed. He didn't say goodbye to the second brother who was injured and severed arm. He drifted away alone. Later, I met a cult master in the Yungui area and met his enemies. I was embarrassed and immediately started fighting. The result was that both sides were hurt. The cult master was blinded, and Motou was also shot by the opponent's poison for a few months. After the martial arts was completely abolished. In order to avoid being chased by the cult, he hid in the Shaolin Temple incognito and asked for a free job in the vegetable garden. He hid for thirty years. Although the poisonous needle of the cult master caused him to lose all martial arts, but fortunately, there were no other hidden dangers, so he was able to live to the present. But just in the last few months, Lao Mo suddenly felt that the time limit had arrived, and the talents of the division were withered. If the demon sect took the opportunity to attack in a big way, he would definitely be unable to resist it. At this moment, Xin Yuan was punished into the vegetable garden. Xinyuan's every move failed to escape his eyes. After half a month of observation, he decided to teach Xinyuan all what he had learned, and let him help himself to fulfill his unfulfilled wish.
Lao Motou finished talking about his own experience, it was already two hours later. Then he suddenly grabbed Xinyuan's wrist with an expression of excitement, and said, "Xinyuan, I want you to pass on my mantle, help Wudang, cough cough, resist the demon sect, can you do it?"
Xin Yuan said: "Fighting against the Demon Cult, this is natural. If you don't say it, I know it, but I am a Shaolin disciple, and it seems that I can no longer worship you in Wudang."
Old Motou said: "I know this naturally. I have already thought about it. As long as you can help when Wudang is in trouble, I can teach you the Taiji Gong of this school."
Xin Yuan said: "Is this all right? I'm afraid that Master will not agree with me to learn Wudang Kungfu."
Old Motou said: "What I'm telling you is only the general outline of the boxing technique, not the specific moves, nor the inner strength method. They can't see it, so you can rest assured."
The heart is far-reaching: "Well, Mr. Mo, let's say yes, I won't join your Wudang sect. I won't call you a master, and everything else can promise you."
Old Motou said: "This is natural. Cough cough, listen carefully and understand with your heart!" After a pause, he said: "Wudang martial arts is almost natural. You don't need to practice all the time. It depends on the level of comprehension. Just moving and waiting in ordinary life can trigger the theory of fist, what you pay attention to is to let the flow go. Cough cough... Well, you have to remember the word "shun", it is like water as a thing, soft and not overbearing, but good for all things. Able to drip through the rocks without any gaps, coughing, coughing, coughing and coughing." After speaking for so long, he coughed more and more severely. But thinking that he is about to die, he can still find a heir at this time, and he must give it to each other, not to live up to God's good intentions. He sipped a sip of tea, took a sigh of relief, and said, "Well, come, let's practice! You hit me hard and I will resolve it."
Seeing that he kept coughing and worried, he asked, "Can you do it? How about another day."
Old Mo head said: "Well. Just hit it, remember a word'shun', and appreciate its meaning with your heart."
Xinyuan then lightly punched Lao Mo's head. He was afraid that his hand would be heavy, and Old Mo couldn't bear it, so he only used two points. When Lao Motou hit Xinyuan's fist, his right hand drew a circle from left to right from bottom to top, washing Xinyuan's fist to one side. Xinyuan only felt that his fist and forearm were dragged by an invisible force and slid away, and then the forearm moved the entire arm, the arm led the shoulder, and then the whole body was tilted to the side and slumped on the table.
At this time, Xin Yuan felt that Lao Motou's martial arts was really magical, and couldn't help being surprised. Just listen to the old Motou said: "You didn't use any strength just now, so I just slid your hand away. If you use your full strength, then my counterattack will be stronger, and your whole body will be thrown away. To one side. Come, do it again!" He stood up while speaking.
Xin Yuan also stood up, stabilized his horse, and hit Lao Mo's head with all his strength. He wanted to see how magical old Motou's martial arts were. Old Motou still used the previous moves, neither blocking nor retreating. He just drew a circle with his arm, and then Xin Yuan's whole body flew to one side and fell heavily on the bed. But Xinyuan did not yell in pain. He got up with a grin, and then said with a grin: "It's amazing, it's amazing, haha, is this Tai Chi?"
Old Mo head said: "Tai Chi, this is Tai Chi Gong. The key is to overcome strength with softness, defeat strong with weak, brake with static, and keep constant strain. Round and round are unified, smooth and natural, cough..."
Xinyuan said in a casual way: "Circle turns natural, I understand this. If it doesn't turn natural, it will be really uncomfortable." For nearly half a month, he has been studying how to connect different moves. When he was reckless, he felt upset and very uncomfortable, so he really had a deep understanding of the four words "round nature". It wasn't until this evening that he really understood the meaning of "nature", that is, not far-fetched, unrestricted, and changing according to the occasion, just like flowing water, straight when you see the curve, and bend with the flow.
Mr. Motou saw his practice scene with his own eyes today, knowing that he was telling the truth and knowing that he could understand this. Adapting to ever-changing changes is a matter of course. As long as he is reminded now, he will be able to realize the mystery of it.
Since Lao Motou was overstretching just now to resolve Xinyuan's move, he kept coughing all the time. Suddenly his face changed drastically and he opened his mouth to vomit blood. Xinyuan couldn't help being taken aback, and exclaimed: "What's wrong with you?" hurriedly went up to support him and gave him a sip of water.
After drinking the water, Lao Mo felt a little better, and said to Xinyuan: "Since I received the poisonous needle from the master of the cult in Yungui, he coughed, he had this problem, cough cough cough... it has been 30 years. Now, it’s time to go. I’ve lived too long. Um. Xinyuan, I’m very happy to meet you, and Wudang will entrust it to you.”