In Wudang Mountain, in the open space in front of Zixiao Palace, there stood an adult and two children.

The sky is clear and the breeze is cool, which is the most suitable weather for martial arts.

Today is Meng Xiuyuan's first martial arts practice after apprenticeship with Wudang, and he is naturally very excited in his heart.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the first step of his long road to martial arts didn't seem to be very smooth.

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"How is it, junior brother. Can you see my moves? Is there anything else you haven't written down? ”

Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a kind and kind gaze, but what he said was inexplicable.

You must know that just now, Song Yuanqiao said that he was going to teach him the introductory kung fu of the Wudang faction today, the thirty-two Wudang long fists. He also said that this boxing routine is very simple, so that he does not have to feel pressured and can learn with confidence.

But at the beginning of the teaching, Song Yuanqiao seemed to be a different person, he didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand to beat this Wudang long fist back and forth from beginning to end three times.

There is no pause to do the decomposition action, and there is no explanation of the individual moves. As soon as the move stopped, he turned his head and asked if he had written it down.

Who remembers this?

Meng Xiuyuan didn't say anything, but he thought in his heart, this Song Yuanqiao is inevitably too good at teaching his disciples. Under his hands, can you really learn kung fu well?

It's just that this has begun to teach, and Meng Xiuyuan can't say that he doesn't learn, so he has to think about how to remind Song Yuanqiao tactfully and ask him to improve his "teaching level" a little.

But before he could say the words he had choreographed, Song Qingshu, who was only six or seven years old next to him, couldn't help but speak first, and replied with a show off:

"Father, I remember, I remember everything!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at the proud look on his son's face, and was very unhappy in his heart, and immediately put away the smile he had when facing Meng Xiuyuan, and turned to reprimand coldly:

"What are you proud of?

It's just the thirty-two potential long fists that my Wudang disciples must learn at the beginning, and I have fought three times, and it is remarkable that I have memorized the moves?

Look at your little uncle, who is the same age as you, is there such a pride as you.

Study hard and learn from others, when can you compare with such a pampered and humiliating attitude? ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingshu immediately lost a smile on his face, his mouth was pursed, his head was lowered, and he didn't dare to look at his angry father.

Song Yuanqiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and felt a little satisfied in his heart, feeling that his son knew that he was wrong.

It's just that what Song Yuanqiao didn't know was that after these words just now, it was not Song Qingshu who was hurt the most, but Meng Xiuyuan, who was just called "pampered and not surprised" by him because he was in a daze.

At the beginning, when Meng Xiuyuan heard Song Qingshu say that he had memorized the entire set of boxing techniques, he thought that this kid was dishonest, and he was bragging in order to praise his father.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuanqiao not only did not doubt it, but said that it was nothing, and he disliked his son for being too ostentatious.

The impact of the information contained in these words made Meng Xiuyuan a little dizzy for a while.

Just when Meng Xiuyuan still had some doubts in his heart and felt that there was some misunderstanding in this matter, Song Yuanqiao suddenly said to Song Qingshu:

"Qingshu, you can call me carefully, I want to see how you remember, you dare to get so carried away."

Song Qingshu may have been accustomed to Song Yuanqiao's strict education, and he didn't dare to talk much, so he hugged his fists and bowed to Song Yuanqiao and Meng Xiuyuan, then turned around and walked away a few steps, making room to start boxing.

Then, Meng Xiuyuan was convinced.

This set of Wudang Long Fist has a total of thirty-two potentials, and Song Qingshu really finished it from beginning to end.

And although his boxing skills are not as athletic and strong as Song Yuanqiao's, they can be regarded as upright and smooth in Meng Xiuyuan's opinion, and he can't see that he is a beginner at all.

If it weren't for his trust in Song Yuanqiao's character, Meng Xiuyuan would even suspect that the father and son were not deliberately acting together to play him.

"Father, how am I doing?" The child's emotions came and went quickly, and after a set of punches, Song Qingshu became emotional again, and asked Song Yuanqiao excitedly.

Song Yuanqiao didn't reprimand him again this time, but went directly to the door and carefully demonstrated all the deficiencies in his entire set of boxing techniques.

Song Qingshu nodded and thoughtfully, and Meng Xiuyuan on the side didn't even write down the basic routines, so naturally he couldn't understand anything, so he could only pretend to be calm.

After a while, Song Yuanqiao taught Song Qingshu halfway through, and he was afraid that he would snub Meng Xiuyuan, so he simply stopped, let Xiao Qingshu practice by himself first, turned around and returned to Meng Xiuyuan's side and asked:

"I delayed that unfinished thing just now, but I haven't asked clearly, junior brother, can you remember this set of Wudang Long Fist?

There is no need to think about it, if you don't see it clearly, you can say it, the first time you learn, the foundation must be solid. ”

Compared with when he taught Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was much more amiable in front of Meng Xiuyuan, and his attitude was also very patient. Let people who don't know see it, they will only think that Meng Xiuyuan is his own child.

It's just that the more he is like this, the more weak Meng Xiuyuan becomes. The cold sweat that filled his back unconsciously flowed down.

However, since Song Yuanqiao asked, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't lie, so he could only reply with a red face:

"Senior brother, I'm ...... I didn't see it too clearly, I only remembered the five or six potential ...... in front of me."

"What? Ahem...... Ahem, it's okay, little brother. Since you haven't seen it clearly, Senior Brother will slowly show you two more times......"

Song Yuanqiao was taken aback when he heard this, but he was usually diluted and modest, and in order to take care of Meng Xiuyuan's emotions, he didn't show this surprise, but immediately said that he would fight twice.

But then, something even more embarrassing happened.

Song Yuanqiao demonstrated the Wudang Changquan four or five times, and Song Qingshu already remembered that the melon was ripe and began to compare by himself, but Meng Xiuyuan still couldn't remember all the moves.

Although Song Yuanqiao, as a teacher, is still kind and patient, Meng Xiuyuan, as a learner, feels very pressured.

"Senior brother, do we have a boxing spectrum for this Wudang Changquan...... If you don't give me the boxing book, I'll study it myself. When Song Yuanqiao patiently finally started to explain to Meng Xiuyuan one by one, Meng Xiuyuan's thin face was really a little unbearable, and he asked in a low voice.

"This Wudang Changquan is very simple as an introductory exercise, so I haven't thought about recording it in the book, junior brother, you want it......

Ah, no, junior brother, it's okay, you don't have to be discouraged. You can't remember it for a while, but I'll tell you about it again, and you'll be able to remember it eventually. Song Yuanqiao saw the embarrassed expression on Meng Xiuyuan's face, and hurriedly changed his words halfway through speaking.

"Senior brother, there are so many things in Wudang that you have to worry about, so you don't have to work these things. Since there is no boxing book, I have memorized it after reading Qingshu, so I will let him tell me about it. ”

Meng Xiuyuan raised his head, seeing that the sun was already hanging high, and it was obvious that the time was close to noon, so he couldn't help but persuade him.

"How can I do that, Qingshu is just a beginner, how can I tell you something?! Little junior brother, before leaving, the master specially told me to take care of you, how can I break my word? Song Yuanqiao rejected Meng Xiuyuan's proposal on the spot.

"It's okay, brother. Didn't you just say that this is an introductory fist and foot kung fu, even if you practice it wrong, you won't be able to go wrong.

Besides, even if I do practice something wrong, can you correct me tomorrow? Meng Xiuyuan then persuaded, he was really embarrassed to delay the other party's time with this kind of thing.

"This ...... All right. Little junior brother, you should familiarize yourself with the routine first, and I will carefully correct the deficiencies for you tomorrow, and I will definitely lay a good foundation for you. "Song Yuanqiao does have a lot of things to do today, and when Meng Xiuyuan said this, his heart was also a little loose.

He immediately turned his head to look at Song Qingshu, and said sternly: "Qingshu, you must practice this Wudang Changquan with your Eighth Senior Uncle, and you must not neglect your Eighth Senior Uncle, understand?!" ”

"Yes, Qingshu understands......" Song Qingshu was startled by his father, and hurriedly nodded yes.

After Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, he was a little uneasy, and repeated the instructions twice before he pulled out his legs and rushed towards the main hall, leaving only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu here.

Then, the whole venue fell silent.

Song Qingshu was practicing boxing alone, not talking to Meng Xiuyuan, and Meng Xiuyuan was also silently watching from the sidelines, forcing himself to remember the moves of this boxing method.

It wasn't until there was a situation that was really complicated, and Meng Xiuyuan couldn't remember it too clearly after reading it twice, before he spoke:

"Qingshu, can you fight this trick again, slow down, I didn't see it too clearly......"

Song Qingshu let out a snort, snorted coldly, and squinted at Meng Xiuyuan.

One thing to say, he was very unconvinced by Meng Xiuyuan. Why is everyone six or seven years old, he has to call Uncle Meng Xiuyuan, a generation younger.

It's just that recalling what his father said when he left just now, Song Qingshu finally shrank his head and swallowed back the cruel words that were almost on his lips.

"Yes~Uncle Shi~~"

Song Qingshu's uncle shouted unwillingly and reluctantly, but he still did it obediently.

Meng Xiuyuan naturally didn't care about this, he was still thinking about kung fu, how could he have kung fu and fight with children.

So in this way, the two of them taught and learned alone, until before lunch, Meng Xiuyuan finally learned this set of Wudang Changquan completely.

"I'm tired, I'm going to eat!" Song Qingshu, who had been supported by Meng Xiuyuan for half a morning, simply went on strike, raised his feet and walked in the direction of the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry for you, Qingshu" Meng Xiuyuan was still full of how to make this move and how to take that step, so he didn't say anything more to Song Qingshu, just raised his head and said hello, and then practiced boxing again.

Song Qingshu took a few steps, but secretly turned his head again, glanced at Meng Xiuyuan obliquely, his eyes were both disdainful and a little jealous, and he muttered to himself.

"Humph! Isn't it just an orphan who was picked up by Master Tai from the bottom of the mountain, and he was lucky to worship his master, and he really regarded himself as a little uncle.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy my master and father were poured into him, but they were only good to him, and they held it all day long like a baby.

I heard that it was his face, which looked very similar to the Guo Xiang woman of the Emei faction...... But what's the use of this, a good-looking face is not beneficial to martial arts training.

Haha, today I finally leaked the filling, it turned out to be a straw bale with a wooden head.

Wait, in a few days, my father will definitely ask the two of us to learn from each other, and when the time comes, Master Tai and Daddy will be able to see at a glance which of us is more powerful! ”