As soon as the bamboo door rang, a tall old Taoist priest walked out, Liu Meng saw that his beard and hair were white, but his body was tough, and his face was ruddy like a child, so he couldn't help but be greatly admired. Secret Dao: Zhang Sanfeng is 100 years old at this time, but he is still healthy, and his reputation as the first in the world in martial arts is indeed worthy.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were peaceful, he looked at Liu Meng with a smile, and suddenly said "Huh", and asked: "Lao Dao looks at this little friend as if he has a poisonous injury, has his muscles and veins been damaged?" ”

Can you see at a glance that you have a poisonous wound? Liu Meng was immediately overjoyed, thinking: O gods! According to the plot in the novel, the next thing is to solve your own poison in a move!

Immediately respectfully bowed, and said: "Zhang Zhenren's eyes are like torches, the younger generation was plotted by the Tartars, and he was hit by the poisonous drug Ten Spices and Soft Tendons, although there was an elixir to rescue, but it failed to eradicate the roots. ”

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, and said to himself: "Ten fragrant soft tendons? It's like it's produced in the Western Regions, how can it appear in the Central Plains. Yu Daiyan interjected: "Master, Liu Shaoxia still has something important to tell. ”

At that moment, Zhang Sanfeng let him enter the house, the room was very simple, a wooden table was placed with a pottery teapot, a wooden sword was hung on the wall, and the ground was covered with dust except for Zhang Futon. Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves casually, like a gust of wind, and the dust on the ground was blown dry, revealing an old rattan mat below.

Under Zhang Sanfeng's outstretched hand, Liu Meng sat cross-legged on the rattan mat, and then after the six major factions turned back from Guangmingding, Lu was ambushed by the Tartars, and all of them were captured in detail. Hearing that even the head of the Emei faction, the exterminator, couldn't resist the medicinal properties of the ten incense soft tendons, Zhang Sanfeng frowned, and said half-loudly: "Liu Xiaoyou's body is still poisonous, can you let Lao Dao take a look?" ”

What can't you see here, and expect you to show your magic and solve our poison!

Immediately, after some probing by touching the pulse and inspecting the internal test, Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a long time, and said: "This ten-spice soft tendon powder is too strong. If you don't detoxify for a long time, it will erode your bones and muscles, and cause great damage to your internal organs. Although Liu Xiaoyou had taken the elixir, the medicine was not right, and he repeatedly used his internal force, and the tendons and veins gradually atrophied. According to the old way's estimates, the short is half a month, and the long is a month, and there is a risk of breaking the muscles and veins. ”

I was still listening to Zhang Sanfeng's explanation with a smile on my face. By the time he heard the second half, Liu Meng's face had changed. Especially when I heard the last sentence, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and my body couldn't help shaking, and the whole person was stunned.

Yu Daiyan also exclaimed "ah", he himself was drugged and then his limbs were pinched off, and his whole body was paralyzed and unable to move, knowing that this feeling was the most sad. Now I heard from the master that the young man who came to report the news was because of his internal strength. will suffer from the broken tendons, and immediately sympathize. So he asked with hope: "Master, Liu Shaoxia is for the sake of the world's decency to avoid the black hands of the Tartars, so he used his internal force to report everywhere. Look at his ............. ”

Although Yu Daiyan didn't say the latter sentence, everyone understood the meaning, and he wanted to ask the master if there was any way to save Liu Meng.

Liu Meng also looked at Zhang Sanfeng with expectation, and secretly prayed in his heart: You are all a hundred-year-old immortal. The existence of the highest martial arts in Jin's novels must have a way to cure the poison on his body. Please, hurry up and say that it can be cured. Even if you want to do anything by yourself, you can worship the Wudang faction or become a monk! We have no taboos!

Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes and said nothing for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, looked directly at Liu Meng, and said with awe-inspiring light in his eyes: "The old Tao has a method, and you must use your own internal force to warm your muscles and veins, but the risk is also very great!" One is not good, and it may not even last for half a month! Would you like to? His voice was solemn, obviously very serious to let Liu Meng think about it.

Do you have a choice? Unless Zhao Min can be caught within half a month and forced to hand over the antidote, she will be completely finished!

Nodding his head heavily, Liu Meng said in a firm voice, "There is Lao Zhang Zhenren, and the younger generation will always remember the grace of rescue!" ”

Liu Meng repeatedly used internal force, which had overwhelmed the atrophied muscles and veins. It is better to rescue sooner rather than later, and immediately take off his robe according to his words, expose his upper body, and pose in the posture of asking the sky with five hearts. Over there, Zhang Sanfeng's beard trembled, his body flashed, and he kept waving his palm and slapping the big points on Liu Meng's upper body, hitting him with a trace of internal force.

In just a short time, Zhang Sanfeng had already slapped three hundred and sixty palms, penetrating the three hundred and sixty pure internal forces that were either feminine or masculine, and slowly nourishing the tendons and veins. When he stopped, Zhang Sanfeng's head was already steaming, and it was obviously a lot of energy.

"Based on the infinite tranquility, yin and yang depend on each other, entanglement and turn, light and condensed, sinking but not floating, condensing but not revealing, condensing but not stagnate, collecting the four seas in the bag, containing the eight wilderness in the mind. ......" Zhang Sanfeng sat down to recover, and at the same time recited a mantra aloud in his mouth, so that Liu Meng could run slowly according to this, and only two weeks a day, so as not to be unable to bear the muscles, but to accelerate the trend of shrinking and bursting.

Although this mantra is profound, Liu Meng himself studied with the Hengshan faction, and the Hengshan mental method and Zhenyue recipe he practiced are also Taoist true skills, so he naturally understands it as soon as he listens to it, and he understands it at a glance. Immediately, he carefully and cautiously operated his internal force, driving Zhang Sanfeng to penetrate the three hundred and sixty true qi in his body, and slowly began to nourish the tendons and veins of his body.

Leaving Liu Meng alone to meditate in the house, Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan went out to the small courtyard, watching the bamboo forest swaying with the wind, looking like the mountain rain was coming, they couldn't help sighing, and ordered: "Daiyan, this time the Central Plains martial arts have reached a critical moment. I Wudang must not stay out of the matter, stay in my handwritten letters, you choose a few shrewd and clever three generations of disciples to send each, hoping that all factions can get rid of prejudices, truly unite as one, and resist the enemy together. ”

Agreeing loudly, Yu Daiyan suddenly asked again: "Master, Liu Shaoxia......" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, his face was full of regret, and said: "At most, it depends on his own fortune." ”

In the next few days, it was raining continuously, and the atmosphere in Wudang Mountain was depressing, and many disciples patrolled the main road up the mountain, looking at the current posture of the enemy.

Liu Meng can only run the internal force for two weeks a day, and the rest of the time is completely fine, and he can't help but panic. On this day, when the Taoist priest of Zixiao Palace came to deliver food in the small courtyard of Houshan Bamboo Forest, he invited him to bring a firewood knife over, picked the thick bamboo and cut it down, cut out a bamboo sword, and slowly practiced swordsmanship in the small courtyard.

The bamboo sword stretched, slowly drew a circle, and then rose diagonally. The light chant in the return wind and falling goose swordsmanship. Of course, it is already different from the original moves, but this is a simplified green version of Liu Meng's use of the auxiliary cultivation system, completely throwing away the superfluous fancy changes, pure and straightforward.

Can't use internal forces? It doesn't matter, just go back to the furnace many sword moves that you have learned, and see what unsatisfactory turns you can make with your physical strength.

Slowing down and practicing the thirty-six way back wind and falling geese swordsmanship completely, Liu Meng rested for a while, and then danced all the moves in the ever-changing cloud and mist thirteen styles, Shiqiao swordsmanship, Zhurong swordsmanship and Huashan swordsmanship.

If you think about it carefully, you still like simple, fast, and effective sword moves the most, such as Hengshan Snow, Spirit Sword Phantom Flower, and Smoke Cloud Lock, which are more powerful moves, and I always feel uncomfortable when I make them. It seems that everything is still the best for yourself, if you choose the Cloud Mist Thirteen Style or other swordsmanship, I am afraid that it will not reach the current level of swordsmanship.

was pondering, the bamboo door sounded softly, and Zhang Sanfeng, who was wearing a wide robe, walked out. Through the contact in the past few days, Liu Meng knew that this ancient and modern Zhang Zhenren was easy-going, uninhibited, and an old Taoist priest who was very easy to get along with.

"Senior, please drink tea."

"Well, your swordsmanship is good, and you are a first-class level in the rivers and lakes. However, Lao Dao listened to you just play the sword, and it seems that he cares more about the swiftness of the moves, and he takes the path of fast and slow, could it be that your master respects the fast sword? ”

Hey!? This is a precursor to self-pointing!

Liu Meng hurriedly straightened his mind and replied seriously. "The younger generation does pay attention to lightness and speed, but there are also swordsmanship that pays attention to change, but the younger generation does not like it, so they specialize in practicing this fast sword. Moreover, the younger generation's division has encountered great difficulties, and now there is only one junior left, and many wonderful swordsmanship have been lost, and the younger generation has to ponder it by himself. ”

"Tell me about the old way?" Seeing that Liu Meng was not very old, but he had profound swordsmanship attainments, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but be interested.

"The younger generation thinks, 'The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken.'" If you practice swordsmanship to the extreme, you can instantly control the enemy with a blink of an eye, and you will have a thousand changes and thousands of moves, just kill them with one sword. And for the moves, there are many variations, subtlety, but also flaws. On the contrary, a simple sword move, even if there is a slight flaw, but people can't react, then there is nothing to worry about. ”

Revealing his true thoughts in his heart, this is the first time that Liu Meng has seriously discussed swordsmanship with others. Wouldn't it be a fool to face a veritable number one master in the world and ask for more advice?

Zhang Sanfeng smiled after hearing this, noncommittal. Seeing the bamboo sword that Liu Meng put on the stone table, after picking it up at the moment, he pointed out of thin air, and the tip of the sword seemed to be carrying a thousand catties of weight, drawing two circles.

The two circles are the same size, overlapping before and after, and the fine view seems to be interlocking in the circles, one circle is yin, the other circle is yang, yin and yang complement each other, and the end is wonderful.

Liu Meng's heart moved, and he said secretly: Could it be that this is the Tai Chi swordsmanship? Immediately, his face was full of joy, regardless of Zhang Sanfeng walking away with a smile, closing his eyes and carefully recalling the sword, he was completely immersed in it.

Tai Chi swordsmanship is a slow and fast and static braking method, which is completely different from what Liu Meng has learned. After a long experience, Liu Meng felt that if he broke this move, he would only stop his sword from forming a circle at the moment when the opponent had just made a move, otherwise, no matter what angle he attacked, he would be completely blocked by this move.

If the sword is fast, it is fast, and when it is slow, it is slow, and if the weight is light, the light and heavy complement each other. The code is as stable as Mount Tai, and the attack is thunderous for nine days, so what kind of situation will it be?

Liu Meng's thought was half a day. Then he didn't even eat, he kept drawing circles in the courtyard with a bamboo sword, large and small, flat and round, until the second half of the night, he suddenly threw away the bamboo sword, looked up and laughed three times, and went back to the house to sleep. (To be continued......)