Wudang Mountain is the dojo of the Emperor Zhenwu, and the word Wudang comes from a sentence: "It is not enough to be this mountain if it is not a true martial art." "The Wudang sect on Wudang Mountain is also one of the famous sects in ancient China.

In the modern era, the society of rampant logistics has made the practice of martial arts long gone. Martial arts, which has been shining in the hearts of everyone who practices martial arts for thousands of years, has reached the point of being dispensable.

At that time, the rivers and lakes were famous and decent, the evil and the underworld, and hundreds of factions contended, no matter how the situation moved, the dream of the rivers and lakes was always in everyone's heart.

Today's rivers and lakes, Shaolin Wudang and other martial arts schools, although they are still there, but they have long since lost the prestige of the year, and few people in the sect are moving around, and what makes the word Jianghu more imprinted in people's hearts is the underworld full of fighting. Wei Zheng, this young man who survived the disaster of annihilation, has been coming to Wudang Mountain for a year, and in the past year, his heart has always been extremely cold, except for a few words that he can say to Xuqingzi and senior brother Ma Yun who rescued him back, but he doesn't say a word to others.

Everyone thought that he was an indifferent boy, and they rarely communicated with him, but they did not reject him, and the entire Wudang faction sympathized with his tragic experience.

But what about Wei Zheng himself?

He accepted the sympathy and pity of everyone, and he also thought that his own miserable experience was worthy of sympathy, and he never showed a sad look in front of anyone except for the care of others, and he knew that it was useless!

Except for Xuqingzi, no one knows what he is thinking in his heart.

Mingyue Hall is the residence of Xuqingzi, late at night, he put his hands behind his back in the house, looked up at the moon, and behind him, stood respectfully Ma Yun.

Ma Yun is 13 years old, his family is well-off, and his father Ma Yinan's Wanma Group is a group company that makes profits by exporting meat, and has hundreds of seafood farms and livestock farms in southern China.

Ma Yun was not sensible, he was sent to Wudang Mountain by his father, and his father believed in the study of Taoism, so he hoped that Ma Yun could accept the teaching of Wudang head Xu Qingzi before he became an adult, and Xu Qingzi also gladly accepted Ma Yun's child, and this teaching has been taught for more than ten years.

Ma Yun is kind by nature, and he is even more sympathetic to Wei Zheng's experience, and since the day Wei Zheng came to the Wudang faction, he has given Wei Zheng the greatest help in his life and soul every day.

Xuqingzi looked at Mingyue and said indifferently: "Wei Zheng has been in this sect for a year, and in the past year, thanks to you, the senior brother, who has taken care of him, his ice-like heart can melt little by little. ”

"Master, don't say that, this is what I should do. Compared with Senior Brother Wei, the cold look of rejection thousands of miles away when he first entered the Wudang Sect is much better now. ”

Ma Yun saw that Xuqingzi did not answer, and after a deep pause, he asked: "Master, there is a question that I am very curious about, why did you take Senior Brother Wei to Wudang Mountain, but never taught him martial arts, I look at Senior Brother Wei, I am very interested in my martial arts, and often hide to the side to watch us practice martial arts." ”

Xuqingzi nodded and said: "He is interested in martial arts, it is inevitable, because in his heart, he wants to avenge the lives of more than 100 tragic deaths of the Wei family all the time. Therefore, his admiration for martial arts is no less than that of any of you, and he will even risk his life to learn martial arts and strengthen himself. It's just that this son is arrogant, I didn't mention letting him learn martial arts, he naturally refused to bow his head and worship me as a teacher, let me teach him martial arts! ”

"In this case, why doesn't the master accept Weizheng's junior brother and be an apprentice, now the entire Wudang faction has not treated him as an outsider, and he has been commensurate with his brother and sister."

Xu Qingzi smiled, turned to Ma Yun and said, "Yun'er, accompany the master to play with the sword!" ”

"Okay, master!"

On a very quiet night, an old man and a young master and apprentice were in the Wudang martial arts arena, comparing swordsmanship with each other.

In the huge square, in a dark corner, a pair of eyes watched their swordsmanship.

Wei Zheng has been hiding in this corner many times to watch the practice of Wudang swordsmanship. He was fascinated by these superb swordsmanship every day.

He believes that if he can use the wonderful swordsmanship one day, he will be able to slash the blood of the great enemy, Jin Ren." Huh! Ma Yun missed, and the sword in his hand was lightly shot down by Xuqingzi.

Ma Yun sighed and said dejectedly: "Master, this style of great compassion is unparalleled, no matter how I practice, I can't practice well." Ay! ”

"Haha!" Xuqingzi let out a long laugh, stroked his beard and said, "Yun'er, as a teacher, I hope that you will never be able to practice the true Great Compassion Peerless!" ”

Ma Yun said strangely: "Why did the master say that?" Doesn't the master want Yun'er's swordsmanship to be more sophisticated? ”

Xuqingzi shook his head and smiled: "Haha, how can you think so, as a teacher, why don't you want the disciples below to be able to be green and blue, and the cultivation of Taoism is better than me, but do you know that Great Compassion is unparalleled, this kind of exquisite sword style needs to be led away from the inside and outside, and the heart guides the sword style, do you understand?" ”

Ma Yun blinked his eyes and didn't quite understand, he puzzled: "Many sword styles are born from the inside out, and the disciples dare not say that they are the best, but there is also a subtle one, why can I not exert his due power in this style alone!" ”

Xu Qingzi's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Because your mentality has not yet reached the realm that the sword style needs, you must not be in a hurry now, I will call someone out, and you will understand!" ”

Turning to Wei Zheng's hiding place, he said softly: "Zheng'er, don't go to sleep in the middle of the night, hide in the corner alone, don't you feel lonely?" Come out! ”

"Ahh Wei Zheng was secretly stunned in his heart, he couldn't imagine that he could still be noticed by Xuqingzi by watching the sword moves silently, and he couldn't help but secretly praise Xuqingzi's excellence, and at the same time firmed, he wanted to worship Xuqingzi's determination to learn martial arts.

He walked out, his expression was still cold, and slowly walked in front of Xu Qingzi and Ma Yun.

"Haha, I can't imagine Senior Brother Wei, like me, I haven't slept yet!" Jack Ma greeted him with a smile.

Wei Zheng nodded, he was not as cold to Ma Yun as he was to others.

"Zheng'er, the great compassion that Yun'er practiced just now, can you see it clearly?"

When Wei Zheng heard this, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, and for the first time in a year, Xu Qingzi talked to him about martial arts.

Immediately said: "Virtual real person, I can see clearly!" ”

Xu Qingzi nodded and smiled: "Let me ask you, have you ever practiced martial arts before?" ”

Wei Zheng seemed to cherish the conversation with Xu Qingzi tonight, changed his indifferent attitude in the past, and nodded: "In Weijiazhuang before, my father invited a few martial arts coaches to teach me martial arts!" ”

Xu Qingzi nodded and said, "Well, so you have a little martial arts foundation." As he spoke, he handed over the sword he was talking about to Wei Zheng, and said, "Yun'er just made the sword style of Great Compassion Wushuang, how can it not be done well, why don't you come and take a look!" ”

Wei Zheng knew that this was Xuqingzi testing himself, and if he wanted Xuqingzi to accept him as an apprentice, he had to show his own strength and qualifications.

Thinking of this, he took the sword with both hands. The sword move that Ma Yun had just made flashed over and over again in his mind, and unconsciously, the more he thought about the sword swing, the more he felt the sharp pain in his heart that day's tragic change in Weijiazhuang. The sword in his hand reflected the moonlight on his head, stabbing his eyes, the moonlight was like a sharp needle shooting into his eyes, one by one deep into his heart, his heart was like a river surging, more than 100 lives in Weijiazhuang and his father Wei Rongji's blood and hatred filled his little heart again, so that he couldn't help laughing. The cold expression that was originally like frost on his face began to change, and his biggest wish now was to make himself cry, but he couldn't drop a single tear.

The great compassion of the unequaled style of swordsmanship is unconsciously rooted in his spiritual world. I can't cry, I still can't cry, even if my body is already grieving and impermanent, I don't know why, I still can't shed a single tear. At a young age, I suddenly understood that the greatest grief does not need to shed tears, when a person has reached the peak of grief and cannot shed tears, that grief is the most unbearable. Since it is the most unbearable, let's vent it out without reservation!

Wei Zheng could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, and began to wield his sword!

Since you can't cry bitterly, vent all your pain on the sword in your hand!

His body is like lightning, the shadow of the sword is all over the sky, the moonlight is intertwined with his sword net, is gradually dancing into an inch of light, the blade of the sword, the moonlight is like a sharp arrow like a traction around, it is magical. Hatred is as deep as the sea!

There is hatred for the murderer Jin Ren in my heart, and there is grief for the tragic death of more than 100 lives in Weijiazhuang. At a young age, he was burdened with such great compassion and hatred, and his great compassion was unparalleled, except for Wei Zheng who could truly interpret it, who else could he be!

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were in the space, and they seemed to be moved by his sword style, the air, the strength, the sword qi, let out a sigh, crying, just like at this moment, the gate of hell opened, and the tragic soul of Weijiazhuang returned to the world, crying in the middle of the night.

A sword to the air, the body jumped, jumped straight into the air, his heart was the endless interweaving of sorrow and hatred, he unreservedly vented on the sword, the sword shadow in his hand suddenly turned into a thousand sword shadows, the faster and faster, the more urgent. An impenetrable sword net enveloped his entire body in an instant. Overwhelmingly pressed down on the earth.

Ma Yun was stunned on the spot, he never dreamed that this kind of Great Compassion Unparalleled by Wei Zheng would have such power!