"I want to ask you to borrow something."
The other person's tone was condensed and his words were very heavy.
In fact, I vaguely know who this person is, but I have never been sure. Because compared to the master I knew, it was like a different person.
After a long silence, the master quietly spit out three words.
"Remnant Tai Chi."
My sporadic memories, after years of sorting and restoration, can only make up roughly fragments.
After that conversation, I felt as if my body was about to explode, and there was a stream of pure water flowing through my body. The meridians that were filled to the point of almost bursting were moistened by the spring water, and the pain was greatly relieved. I stumbled into a deep sleep.
After waking up, I couldn't move at all, but the first thing I saw was Master.
He seemed exhausted from a fight. His attitude was the same as usual, and he made fun of me for wrapping like a turtle. After a few jokes, he threw me a book and asked me to practice. I have left too much homework while I was in a coma, so don't waste your craft.
I did not dare to neglect to start practicing.
I could barely move my body. Master said that I had gone wrong in my practice, my limbs were broken, and I would be healed naturally if I improved my kung fu. Therefore, most of the time spent practicing the exercises was spent in the room.
Occasionally, the old Taoist priest would come to see me and correct me if I had any difficulties in the practice, but my life was not bad.
Only after a period of time, the content of the book became more and more difficult, and the more I practiced, the more difficult it became. I feel the infuriating energy in my body getting bigger and bigger. I thought about dying a few times. Even the most serious one, I was blown away by the uncontrollable zhenqi, which scared my uncle to the point of yang coldness... But I was locked back from the gate of hell again and again.
Every time I open my eyes, the first person I see is Master.
Until one year of practice, master sent me to a mountain. There was nothing there but a stone tablet. Engraved with an incomplete Tai Chi figure. I don't know what it is, but once I look at it, I can't take my eyes off it.
From that day on, the master did not come again. It was the old Taoist priest.
He gave me three meals a day, and often talked to me about the deeds of the rivers and lakes. One day he suddenly said to me.
"Child, your body is ill, and it's inconvenient for you to move your hands and feet. But you can't sleep all day. Young people need to exercise. I have a set of boxing methods here to strengthen your body. You might as well practice more."
Then I practiced a set of the ugliest boxing I have ever seen in my life. Earnestly instructed me to play slowly and keep fit.
But this set of slow punches is very suitable for me who has difficulty in action.
I used to play this set of boxing, looking at the Tai Chi figure, from day to night, except for eating and drinking, I spent time like this.
Two years have passed in a hurry, and it was only when my injury was healed that I realized that I had already mastered the set of inner qigong methods that Master gave me. The use of physical strength can be done at will, and there is nothing unsatisfactory.
As for what I was practicing, it turned out to be the Taiji magic that was passed down by Wudang, but it was only later discovered.
"Look clearly, if you miss this time, you may have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon."
Elder Shou became extremely serious and instructed his disciples.
"Master, what is there to see. He is not from our Wudang."
Shou Lao frowned.
There are many seniors in Wudang, and there are many martial arts heroes of the older generation. As for the backbone, there are also many heroes in their thirties and forties. But Elder Shou couldn't laugh at the current situation of the younger disciples of Wudang.
Among the current third-generation disciples of the Wudang School, no one understands the profound meaning of the Taiji Mind Method. And there are only four or five disciples who are qualified to practice the first-class Liangyi Hunyuangong and Dazhou Tianyuanxian Jue. Ten or twenty years later, when these disciples are the masters of the family, they are afraid that they will not be able to carry the burden of the three major sects in the world. A huge Wudang, seeing the talents of his disciples wither. Wouldn't it teach Shou Lao to worry.
Shou Lao sneered.
"Do you know why your brother Yunqi can still retain some of my Wudang martial arts essence. He got inspiration from his martial arts."
Wu Yunqi was the number one figure among the third generation of Wudang disciples. If it is said that even he is only 'inspired', this person's martial arts...
"Master, this person is not from our Wudang. No matter how high the martial arts are, there is no value in learning. Besides, one is a member of the Southern Border Demon Eye Sect, and the other is a master of Hanshan Temple. Which one is better than him."
Elder Shou didn't scold him, but just looked at the young people in the field, as if recalling the old days.
"In the world, there are only two people who can have such pure Wudang accomplishments, one is the head of our Wudang Mountain, and the other is this undisciplined bastard. But one thing is the same. Both of them are both A genius in martial arts. I won't say anything else, you guys, widen your eyes and look attentively, otherwise... it will be over in an instant."
The fact that I disguised myself as a Wudang disciple was known only to the Second Master and Boss Shen.
And Luo Ming won't see the flaws, because I don't plan to use much internal force.
I put my hands up.
"Please."
Mianhua and the magic eye Shura looked at each other, and they even became anxious with the enemy. The sleeping flower palm sent seven stars, and the magic eye Shura slashed flatly, and launched an offensive around me.
As the attack reached my body, I sunk my shoulders and dropped my elbows, punching with the two of them. Suddenly, it was as if I wasn't there. Demon Eye Shura's slashing, and Mianhua's palm technique, collided with each other on their own. However, the two have met once, and they have long been experienced. Obviously, they have spared their efforts. They quickly adjusted their breath and turned back to attack.
I smiled slightly, and wrapped my hand around the knife and the palm, and the sword of Demon Eye Shura slashed towards Mianhua's head without any hindrance, and Mianhua's Buddha palm was about to be printed on Demon Eye Shura's chest at the same time. When the generals were about to be seriously injured, the two turned sideways at the same time, avoiding the fatal attack, but they were extremely embarrassed.
However, both of them are masters, and a movement will affect the whole body, and they can become tricks wherever they are. Turning over and going back again, this time he abandoned the temptation and used twelve points of real effort.
"There is nothing softer than water, and nothing is stronger than that."
I stood still, and swayed. The tricks of the two of them leaked out in front of my eyes, and they flowed past, not even a moment, nor could they stop. The two of them fought faster and faster under my guidance, and their speed exceeded their own limits. Without me doing it, their offensive also collapsed at the same time.
And I took advantage of the momentum and threw a whip with my right palm on the shoulders and the back of the two of them, causing them to stagger from side to side.
The Demon Eye Shura lay down and rolled for a week and was about to get up, but Yu Li seemed to be pressing him to the ground again, and he shouted desperately: "What kind of magic is this! How can someone's martial arts be so weird? Why am I…”
"It's four or two thousand pounds." Monk Mianhua was equally embarrassed, but calmer: "Could this benefactor use Tai Chi, a magic technique that Wudang has not used for a long time?"
I took out a hair tie from my waist and tied up the hair that was draped. He picked up a dog's tail grass and put it in his mouth, lazily speaking.
"Any advice?"
Mianhua folded her hands together: "I have heard that Tai Chi has no descendants for a long time, but I didn't expect to see it today. Xiao Seng believes that he is not your opponent, so he will admit defeat."
Demon Eye Shura silently jumped off the ring without saying a word. The first arena was won by me alone.
In the pavilion, Hong Jiu looked at Shen Yiren strangely.
"Miss Shen, what's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed?"
Shen Yiren supported Yi with one hand, a little listless and authentic.
"I saw him play this set of punches before. I didn't understand the mystery at all, and said that his martial arts skills are low. Even if his internal strength is poor, with this set of boxing skills, it will not be easy for others to hurt him. Maybe , I should get to know him again."
Luo Ming, who was watching from a distance, muttered.
"This young man...a handsome Taiji kung fu. Could it be that this person is the hidden killer in Wudang Mountain. I can't think of the gods and pharaohs with such deep scheming and hidden such a young man. Who can be the opponent of this young master among the younger generation of martial arts masters?" ?"
I heard him muttering to himself. Suddenly a thought came to mind, biting the dog's tail grass, reaching for Luo Ming in the distance, and making a provocative move.