As a new disciple, even if "Zhang Yunxu's" father spent a lot of money to make points, it was impossible for him to get any advanced martial arts as soon as he came up.

Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the inheritance of any martial arts sect is to start from the foundation.

For new disciples, they have to get up in the morning and have an elder explain and instruct them on the method of breathing and breathing.

This breathing method is the internal strength of the Wudang faction.

And some of the best who have been in the field for many years and have the best qualifications will be trained by the sect and teach the more superior "mixed yuan gong" or "xuanwu gong".

After an hour of breathing and breathing, after breakfast, take a short rest and have an old disciple teach the newcomers to do the exercises.

Pile Gong is also a compulsory course for major martial arts schools, the so-called practice of boxing does not stand on the pile, to the old one empty.

If the pile is not successful, even if the boxing is practiced, it is like building a high-rise building without laying a foundation, and it will collapse with a slight push.

After these two items, the technique is taught.

The beginner disciples only learn all the way to boxing and all the way to swordsmanship.

The boxing method is called Wudang boxing, and the swordsmanship is called Songxi Baihong Sword!

Song Mingjing was like a thirsty sponge, tirelessly absorbing all the key points of martial arts, combined with the Wudang martial arts that he was forced to ask from Qiu Wanqian's mouth, he clearly felt that the internal qi in his body was increasing rapidly day after day.

More than half a month has passed in a flash, during this time, Song Mingjing has already figured out the terrain of the Wudang faction, this night, he changed into a night clothes, disguised himself, turned himself into a man with a sallow face, and quietly slipped out of the disciple's house, all the way through Taihe Palace, Qingwei Palace, Yuxu Palace...... Go straight to the Zixiao Palace where the head is located.

It was the hour of the day, and through this period of inquiry, Song Mingjing knew that Bai Mei would enter the customs every day to cultivate, and he would not leave the customs until two hours later.

During this time, Zixiao Palace was locked, and even if something big happened, no one dared to disturb it.

Sou!

Song Mingjing passed through the palace wall, as if walking on the ground, easily avoiding the patrolling Wudang disciples, and it didn't take long for him to arrive outside the Zixiao Palace, his figure hidden in the shadow corner, and his eyes looked around.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, there is also a team of patrolling disciples walking by from time to time, but the Wudang faction, as one of the best factions in the martial arts today, has many masters in the sect, so naturally they would not expect that someone would dare to trespass into the main hall of the master, so these disciples are not very vigilant when patrolling.

Song Mingjing saw an opportunity, jumped out, landed lightly, and entered the Zixiao Palace.

Song Mingjing didn't know exactly where Bai Mei's room was, but he at least had more than an hour to spare, so he wasn't in a hurry.

It took about a quarter of an hour for Song Mingjing to finally find Bai Mei's room.

Bai Mei is currently in retreat in the ashram, the room is empty, this room can also be called simple, there are almost no superfluous furnishings, there is a gossip diagram hanging on the middle wall, and a huge bronze mirror is placed on the left.

Although Bai Mei is a man, he has a bit of a woman's self-pity, and spends a lot of time combing his snow-white hair and eyebrows every day.

The reason why Song Mingjing entered Zixiao Palace at night was because of the mixed yuan boy skill.

As one of the world's top martial arts, Song Mingjing got into Wudang, if he can't read it, it would be a pity.

Of course, if the white eyebrows of the Mixed Yuan Tongzigong are only remembered in his heart and no words are left, then he will have to admit it.

Looking around the room, Song Mingjing's eyes fell on the gossip map on the wall, and he had seen too much of the routines of the masters in martial arts dramas collecting treasures, how could he ignore this gossip map?

walked straight over, took down the gossip map, first looked at it carefully for a while, and then carefully tore the gossip map open to see if there was a mezzanine in it.

He was slightly disappointed with the results.

He continued to inspect the whole room, sweeping the surroundings, the walls and floors, knocking left and right, checking if there was a hidden pavilion, and even the bed he didn't let go, and directly disassembled it to pieces.

After a busy period of incense, Song Mingjing almost turned over the entire room, but found nothing.

He immediately stopped, ready to take advantage of the spare time to go to the Wudang Sect's library to take a walk, and when he stepped out of the room, he glanced at it and noticed that his figure was cast on the bronze mirror, and he couldn't help but move.

Immediately stepped forward, flicked his fingers, only to hear a soft sound of "dong", revealing a bit of echo.

"Is this bronze mirror empty?"

Song Mingjing immediately removed the bronze mirror, the wooden frame "clicked" and shattered, and suddenly, a piece of cloth floated out.

Song Mingjing stretched out his hand to copy it, fished the cloth in the palm of his hand, and took a look, and rows of small characters came into view, which was a method of qi luck.

He spread out all the cloth and skimmed through it quickly, and a few wisps of joy could not help but appear on his face.

"Mixed Yuan Boy Gong?! I see, I thought it was bad. ”

Quickly took the cloth into his arms, Song Mingjing didn't go to the library anymore, walked out quickly, avoided the patrolling disciples, and quickly left Zixiao Palace.

Song Mingjing walked through the mountains and forests, ran on the steep path of Wudang Mountain for a while, stopped on a mountain stone platform, and unfolded the cloth again in the moonlight, staring at this skill without blinking, and devoted all his mind to it.

He couldn't help but be surprised, what was recorded on this cloth was indeed a mixed yuan boy's skill, and Song Mingjing had previously taken the name of the righteousness, only thinking that the body of a boy could be practiced.

When this secret was actually in hand, he realized that he was very wrong, because this mixed yuan boy skill had another name.

King Kong is not bad!

It is the supreme divine skill of the Shaolin School, one of the most difficult martial arts to achieve among the seventy-two stunts.

The head of Wudang does not practice the righteous law, but goes to practice Shaolin martial arts, which is too ridiculous to think about, but it makes sense in this world.

Bai Mei was originally a disciple of Shaolin Xingyin Zen Master.

Whether it was him or Feng Daodao, Li Bashan devoted himself to Wudang, and he was already a master of art, and he was not young at that time, and his martial arts had already been finalized, so it was naturally impossible to easily change his exercises.

As for why he, a person with an art investment master, is qualified to sit on the throne of Wudang, the reason is also very simple, and a big fist is right.

At least after Song Mingjing's observation for more than half a month, the elders of the older generation in Wudang cannot be said to be weak, but the gap with Bai Mei is a bit big.

King Kong is not bad magic is divided into 12 types, that is, the method of cultivation, but also the method of actual combat, Song Mingjing watched for a long time, the mind moved, and then the first type of "Zen style" action shown in the silk scroll was angry.

Kiss!

As if a drop of water was dripping down, the breath in Song Mingjing's body suddenly came, and gradually, a stream of heat was born from the dantian, flowing through the eight veins of the Qi meridians, reaching the whole body.