The days of Wudang are really monotonous to say.

In addition to the daily meals, sleeping, washing and going to the toilet, the rest of the time can almost only be used for practice.

Of course, this is mainly because Meng Xiuyuan, as a second-generation disciple of Wudang, has a relatively high status in the Wudang faction, and he doesn't have to do chores such as laundry and cooking, chopping wood and carrying water, so he seems to be relatively idle.

The following three generations of disciples and little Taoist children who have just started are still envious of Meng Xiuyuan's idle days.

It's just that as a modern person, such a day is indeed a bit difficult. Ten days and half a month is still a novelty, but if it is longer, it will inevitably feel boring.

So, in order to lay a foundation for practicing the advanced martial arts of the Wudang School in the future, and at the same time thinking of adjusting his life by the way, Meng Xiuyuan decided to read the Taoist classics hidden in the Wudang School in addition to practicing.

Song Yuanqiao, who heard Meng Xiuyuan's idea, was naturally surprised, after all, a six or seven-year-old hairy child suddenly came to tell you that he wanted to study ancient Chinese philosophical theories, and most people would not believe it.

Fortunately, considering Meng Xiuyuan's mysterious origin and his mature performance all the time, under Meng Xiuyuan's several pleas, Song Yuanqiao still agreed to his idea. After all, reading the Daozang is not a practice, at most it is just not understanding.

Even if he really misunderstood and embarked on a crooked path, Meng Xiuyuan has not practiced any advanced internal skills, and there is no risk of going mad, Zhang Sanfeng came back and asked him to correct it.

So when Song Yuanqiao took Meng Xiuyuan to the library courtyard, he only made two requests to him:

First, try not to damage the books in them, because some of them are precious and unique books, and they have not had time to transcribe after collecting them.

Second, don't be reluctant if you don't understand it, because some Song Yuanqiao himself doesn't dare to say that it is completely transparent, and the days will be long in the future, so there is no need to worry.

Since then, Meng Xiuyuan's daily life has finally had a third choice in addition to Wudang Changquan and the method of meditation and pranayama.

However, he soon discovered that the so-called reading through the Daozang was a very difficult thing for a layman with an average level of education like him.

Even if Song Yuanqiao arranged a few relatively simple and basic Taoist scriptures for him as an introduction, and took the trouble to answer his various doubts for him, the content was too difficult for Meng Xiuyuan, who had only received an undergraduate education in the 21st century.

But fortunately, there are no disturbing things on this Wudang Mountain, which makes people's minds clear and less distracting. In addition, the overall environment and atmosphere of the Taoists in the surrounding Wudang Sect are also set off, which is suitable for reading the scriptures and enlightening the Tao, and Meng Xiuyuan can finally barely watch it.

If it had been in his previous life, he would have lost this patience long ago.

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In this way, three months passed in a hurry, and snowflakes also fell on Wudang Mountain.

Green pine, vermilion wall, plain snow cover. The Wudang faction in this cold winter looks a little unique, and it makes people feel fairy.

"Senior brother, hasn't the master come back yet?" Meng Xiuyuan asked Song Yuanqiao with some concern.

Zhang Zhenren has not been heard from since he came down the mountain three months ago, and he still doesn't know what happened. In this regard, although Meng Xiuyuan knew that there would be no problems with his martial arts, he was still a little anxious.

After all, the news of this black jade intermittent ointment was brought by him, if it was really accidentally wrong because of this, then how should he deal with himself on this Wudang Mountain?

"Little junior brother, don't worry. The old man went down the mountain alone without any worries, and nothing would happen to him, we just had to wait for him to come back. Song Yuanqiao naturally saw through Meng Xiuyuan's thoughts, and comforted him gently.

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Zhang Sanfeng, the great master of the past and the present, really can't worry about him.

You must know that from the time Zhang Zhenren was young, he experienced the apocalyptic scene of the destruction of the Southern Song Dynasty and the ravages of the Yuan soldiers, when the order of the martial arts collapsed and the bloody wind on the rivers and lakes, he was the first in the world and the leader of the righteous path.

Mr. Jin's description of Zhang Sanfeng's experience in the past few decades is only a few words like "sweeping away the evil spirits and shocking the rivers and lakes" and "all the people who fought with him back then are dead", but if you take a closer look, maybe the answer is in it.

Why is it that at the beginning of the plot of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", there was only a Mingjiao on the top of the Western Regions with the purpose of overthrowing the imperial court and was not understood by the Central Plains sect, but the Central Plains did not have any famous big devils or masters of the cult sects?

The two elders of Xuanming and the Mesozoic Era of Cheng Kun and others all emerged after Zhang Sanfeng went to Wudang Mountain. And one by one, they still hide and shrink their heads, and only dare to plan secretly in the dark.

Is it because those big devils have been influenced by the righteous path, put down the butcher's knife, and changed their ways?

It's unlikely.

You must know that Zhang Zhenren is not the abrasive character of his disciple Zhang Wuji, but he will not use love to influence the evil demon, and he never hesitates to kill the person who should be killed.

So guess that there is a gap of decades between Mr. Jin's Condor Trilogy, "The Condor Heroes" and "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", perhaps because the story of the protagonist Zhang Sanfeng sweeping the world during this period is boring.

Zhang Zhenren killed a bandit cottage today, killed two evil demons tomorrow, and killed a calm, peaceful and orderly Central Plains martial arts in a few decades.

I am afraid that such a story can only be written as a cool article on the Internet like "One Palm Cactus".

Zhang Zhenren, who is now 90 years old, has not worked with others for many years, but his combat effectiveness has not diminished at all, and even his martial arts can be said to have improved a lot.

He went down the mountain alone without the burden of his disciples and grandchildren, so he had no weaknesses at all.

A mere Ruyang palace will definitely not be difficult for this Zhang Zhenren.

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What Meng Xiuyuan really needs to worry about is his own problems.

Because it was this morning that he experienced the most humiliating moment since the crossing.

He was beaten by his own nephew, and he was beaten badly.

"Uncle Shi, I'm offended!"

Song Qingshu looked at Meng Xiuyuan who was lying on the ground, and arched his hand in a dignified posture, but his eyes were extremely arrogant.

After holding it for three months, this breath was finally earned back by my own hands.

Song Qingshu immediately looked at his father expectantly, thinking in his heart that his father should always see which of the two of them was better this time.

Unexpectedly, the praise he expected from the group did not appear, but the overwhelming criticism came.

"Qingshu, what kind of attitude do you have?! In the same competition, you just won a trick and a half, and then cocked your tail to the sky? I don't apologize to your eighth uncle yet! Song Yuanqiao helped Meng Xiuyuan up, and shouted at Song Qingshu opposite.

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingshu was like being struck by lightning.

"But...... I'm winning, can't I win?! Song Qingshu tears rolled in his eyes, but he still couldn't hold back and didn't cry.

"Alas, don't don't, senior brother, what are you doing here...... Meng Xiuyuan slapped the dust on his body, and waved his hand helplessly at Song Yuanqiao: "If you lose, you lose, I really don't practice this kung fu as well as Qingshu, and it's normal." Senior brother, how can you criticize Qingshu because of this. ”

"Little junior brother, this is not just for the two of you to practice boxing moves, you don't even use your internal strength, how can it be considered a competition.

I'm angry at the attitude of this kid Qingshu, who looks so great with a little better move, it's too arrogant.

The road to martial arts is long, if you have such an arrogant attitude at the beginning, where will you learn advanced kung fu in the future?

Besides, my Wudang Gate has always respected the teacher, you are his uncle, no matter what, he shouldn't use this attitude towards you...... I'm embarrassed to cry! ”

Song Yuanqiao glared at Song Qingshu with a look of "You are unscrupulous, you are angry with me", which frightened him so much that his neck shrank, and he hurriedly wiped away his tears.

"Okay, senior brother, how can you say it so seriously, Qingshu is just a little excited for a while after winning. If I win, I'm going to be more excited than he is. Meng Xiuyuan smiled and said two good words for Song Qingshu.

"Little junior brother, you defended Qingshu again...... Hey, you talk about the same age, Qingshu would be nice if he had half of your heart, and I don't have to worry about him in the future. Song Yuanqiao shook his head, still turning around and scolding Song Qingshu for not being successful.

The two brothers were so polite, and when they were about to return to the main topic of martial arts, a third-generation disciple suddenly came and shouted away, saying that there was something to Song Yuanqiao to deal with, and called him away.

So today's teaching session ended and turned to self-study.

Song Yuanqiao didn't forget to glare at Song Qingshu twice before leaving, and said fiercely, "I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow as a rebel", and then left in a hurry.

At this time, only Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu were left in the backyard.

Meng Xiuyuan looked at Song Qingshu, who began to use punches to vent his anger, and sighed in his heart.

Song Yuanqiao really doesn't understand education, he only knows how to be strict blindly.

Such a loveless childhood may be the main reason for Song Qingshu to become a brainless licking dog in the future.

Since Meng Xiuyuan saw this problem, with Song Yuanqiao taking such care of him, he naturally couldn't sit idly by.

So, Meng Xiuyuan took the initiative to talk:

"Qingshu, what's the matter, angry?"

Song Qingshu ignored Meng Xiuyuan and only lowered his head and punched.

Seeing this, Meng Xiu didn't give up, looking around for something, and after a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Haha, Qingshu, what do you think this is?"

Song Qingshu was originally playing petty, and he didn't want to pay attention to Meng Xiuyuan. But a bright color in the corner of his eye made him can't help but turn his head.

"Paper kite!"

As soon as he saw the delicate paper kite in Meng Xiuyuan's hand, Xiao Qingshu immediately couldn't take his eyes off.

Said to be a paper kite, this gorgeous "flower butterfly" is made of smooth silk except for the bamboo skeleton, with the painter's careful outline and coloring, and the overall look is lifelike.

Coupled with the five-color ribbon underneath, it can be said that it is completely in line with the simple aesthetics of Song Qingshu, a child who has never seen the world.

"Is the paper kite pretty?" Meng Xiuyuan asked with a smile.

"Good-looking, good-looking." Xiao Qingshu wiped the snot that he cried just now, but his eyes were still inseparable from the paper kite.

"This is what your sixth uncle bought for me when he came back from the mountain two days ago on errands. I heard that not only is the price very expensive, but also very rare, and the boss who sells paper kites only has such a one, and he didn't want to sell it at first......" Meng Xiuyuan deliberately pretended to be proud and said.

"Yes, yes, such a beautiful paper kite, or made of silk, must be extremely rare......" Xiao Qingshu had long forgotten about being angry with Meng Xiuyuan at this time, and hurriedly nodded yes.

Due to Song Yuanqiao's strict discipline and growing up on this Wudang Mountain since childhood, Song Qingshu's childhood can be described as very boring. Although there is no shortage of food and clothing, these things related to children's play are rarely touched.

The reason why he knew the paper kite was because he was fortunate enough to see it from his friend Lingxu of the same age.

Lingxu is ingenious, when he did not go up the mountain, he saw the process of making paper kites by craftsmen, and after going to Wudang Mountain, because of boredom, he actually carved bamboo and pasted paper, and spent half a year really making a rough paper kite.

With this paper kite, Lingxu was once infinitely beautiful among children under the age of ten on Wudang Mountain, and everyone wanted to have a fun with it. But Lingxu feels sorry for his baby, and never borrows it, but occasionally takes it out and releases it when the mountain wind is suitable, so that the children around him can enjoy it.

Of course, Xiao Qingshu has always coveted the paper kite, and carefully tested his father's tone, but he was immediately scolded back on the grounds of "plaything", so he didn't dare to go to your uncle to ask for this paper kite.

In the end, under the bribe of his begging and a bag of ghee snacks, Lingxu reluctantly lent him the homemade crude paper kite to play with for three days.

Of course, it didn't take long to play, and it was found and confiscated by Song Yuanqiao.

Since then, Xiao Qingshu has never forgotten this paper kite, and has been urging Lingxu to find a way to make another one. But after Lingxu was scolded by Song Yuanqiao once, where did he dare to do such a thing, he naturally kept trying to shirk it.

To this day, Xiao Qingshu still remembers the magical feeling of taking advantage of the mountain breeze to watch the paper kite fly away little by little.

So, in his little brain, the silk paper kite in front of him was of course a priceless treasure.

Xiaoqingshu instinctively reached out to touch the paper kite, but randomly retracted his hand like an electric shock. He carefully wiped his hands on his robe before asking Meng Xiuyuan with a pleading face.

"Uncle Shi, it was all my fault just now, I shouldn't treat you with that attitude. This paper kite, I can ...... Can I touch it? ”

As he spoke, he spread out his two little white hands to Meng Xiuyuan:

"You see, my hands are wiped clean, and I won't stain your paper kite."

"Heh, that's a little thing. Take it and play with it, Uncle Shi gave it to you. Meng Xiuyuan held back a smile, pretending to be indifferent and not trapped in things.

"What?!" Xiao Qingshu exclaimed loudly, then hurriedly covered his mouth, looked around and didn't see his father's figure, and then looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a pair of big eyes in shock.

Such a treasure, Uncle Shi is not only willing to let me touch it, or even willing to lend it to me to play, but is actually willing to give it to me directly?!

Xiaoqingshu's worldview was greatly shocked.

At this moment, he looked at Meng Xiuyuan again, as if he saw the seated statue of the Zhenwu Emperor enshrined in the main hall of Wudang, which faintly revealed the brilliance of divinity.

"What, you don't want it?" Meng Xiuyuan crooked his mouth, put the paper kite in his hand back slightly, and deliberately teased Song Qingshu and asked.

"Yes, I want! Thank you, uncle, thank you! Song Qingshu hurriedly responded, respectfully and carefully taking the paper kite with both hands. The little head was almost lowered to the ground.

Meng Xiuyuan suspected that Song Qingshu may not have been so serious when he entered the Wudang Mountain Gate when he was a child and saluted his father and Zhang Sanfeng as disciples.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't hold back a smile when he saw this, waved his hand and said:

"Alright, let's go play. When your father asked, he said that I lent it to you to play, and he wouldn't confiscate it anymore. ”

"Yes, yes. Thank you, Uncle Shi! Xiao Qingshu took the paper kite, as if he was afraid that Meng Xiuyuan would regret it, so he hurriedly ran out of the courtyard.

However, when Meng Xiu was about to run to the corner of the corridor, his footsteps suddenly slowed down again.

Standing in place and bowing his head and pausing for a moment, Xiao Qingshu clenched his little fists, and after straining his body for a long time, he suddenly turned around and shouted at Meng Xiuyuan:

"Uncle Shi, I thought about it, I can't ask you for something so valuable.

I'll play with it for two days, and I'll give it back to you in two days.

You can rest assured, the things promised by Qingshu will be done, and your paper kite will not be damaged! ”