After that, Meng Xiuyuan and the master returned to the house and chatted a lot, and both of them got tired of it.

The main content is what I have seen, heard, acted and understood along the way.

From the beginning of the bandits and bandits he met on the way with the shopkeeper Dong, to the verbal confrontation with the exterminated old nun on Mount Emei, Meng Xiuyuan spoke very carefully, and described his story along the way vividly.

Zhang Sanfeng also listened very carefully, asked him about the details from time to time, and occasionally commented on and praised him.

It wasn't until it was already a long time past lunch time that the story ended at Hongmei Villa.

Taking advantage of the afterglow between his words, Meng Xiuyuan took out three secret books that he had carefully compiled from his arms, "One Yang Finger", "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", and "Parallel Body Exercises", and presented them to Master Zhang Zhenren.

"Master, although these three kung fu skills are not as closely related to my martial arts as "Jiuyang Divine Skill", they can be regarded as first-class martial arts.

You can keep it as a reference, maybe it will have some enlightening effect when you delve into martial arts in the future. ”

Zhang Sanfeng nodded when he heard this, and took the cheats easily.

He naturally knows the weight of these three martial arts, after all, when he was a little monk ninety years ago, he heard that there were two seniors in the martial arts, who became the top masters in the world with "One Yang Finger" and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" respectively.

However, since Meng Xiuyuan has already sent this cheat, Zhang Zhenren will not refuse. Between their master and apprentice, there is no need to be polite.

So he just smiled and joked at Meng Xiuyuan:

"Hahaha, Xiuyuan, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

In the two years you have been down the mountain, the harvest is really not small.

Count it carefully, and the kung fu you gave me when you came back this time is more than what I have taught you before.

Looking at it this way, I, as a master, will have to work hard in the future......"

Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but grin when he heard this, and followed his master's words and said:

"Yes, Master, I've been waiting.

When the time comes, your new martial arts will be created, but remember to pass it on to me first. ”

While the master and apprentice were talking and laughing, the bells and drums outside rang again.

Zhang Sanfeng saw that the time was not early, so he waved his hand and said to Meng Xiuyuan:

"Okay, you can go, you don't have to accompany me.

I know that you still have to send Xiao Wuji the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" to treat cold poison, the road is far away, go and rest again.

When you leave tomorrow morning, you don't have to come to see me, remember to be careful on the road.

Don't be careless because of your high martial arts skills and be calculated by bad people.

Come back early, we'll talk when we have something to say. ”

Meng Xiuyuan nodded when he heard this, and he was not hypocritical, he only stood up and bowed deeply to the master, then turned around and said goodbye and left the room.

Master is right, the coming day is long, and it is not too late to say anything when he returns.

At least to give the master some time to absorb and understand the many secret techniques brought back by Meng Xiuyuan, and then the two of them can discuss how to integrate them, so that the kung fu can go further.

……

Meng Xiuyuan came out of the master's room, and after going to the room for lunch, he came to the open space in front of the Zixiao Palace.

This is the place where Wudang disciples do morning and evening classes on weekdays, and practice boxing and swords, which can be understood as the "martial arts training ground" of the Wudang faction.

And Meng Xiuyuan finally came back to the sect, thinking that as a junior uncle, he should also guide those three generations of disciples, fulfill his obligations as an elder uncle, and at the same time, it can be regarded as adapting to the feeling of being a master in advance.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived at the place, I saw that it was a dusty place.

The wooden stakes and false targets used for practice on weekdays have long been gone, but there are two more wooden goals on both sides of the open space, and many lines have been carved with weapons on the dirt ground, and the penalty line, goal line, and penalty spot are clearly visible, as if a simple modern football field has been formed.

"Uncle Xiao, why did you come, didn't you say that we would play football together at noon, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

Lingxu saw Meng Xiuyuan appearing, and was the first to shout at him.

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard this, and said with a smile:

"You're very positive, even the stadium has been set up, but it took a lot of effort, right?

Kicking a ball is a kicking ball, but you can't delay your weekday practice because of this. ”

You must know that although Meng Xiuyuan has been playing football with these three generations of disciples for ten years, in order to avoid trouble, everyone just puts two branches casually, even if it is a goal, and will not bother to move those sundries, just kick and kick it casually.

It's so formal like today, and it's only occasionally during the New Year's holidays.

"Don't worry, Uncle Junior, we have doubled our homework in the morning, and even if there are some deficiencies, it will be too late to make up for them in the evening.

As for this land, we were too lazy to arrange it, but you were too late, and we were idle, so we cleaned it up. ”

Hearing this, Lingxu explained to Meng Xiuyuan.

"Alright, that's my fault.

Let's start quickly, I'll teach you stinky boys a good lesson, and let you experience the power of my 'Wudang Ball King' again." ”

Meng Xiuyuan would not be disappointed, and stretched out his hand to beckon everyone to play football.

A whistle sounded, and the "fight" immediately started on the court.

Meng Xiuyuan led some of the younger and weaker disciples to form the "red team", which was marked by a wisp of red cloth tied on their sleeves, while the three generations of disciples who were good at kung fu and high in ball skills were Lingxu, Lingqing, Lingjun, and Lingyou, who were good at kung fu and high in ball skills, formed a "blue team" to compete with Meng Xiuyuan.

In order to play interestingly, Meng Xiuyuan did not use pure martial arts to suppress people, but took the initiative to restrain his skills.

Specifically, it is to maintain his self-exposure and cultivation to the point of being two or three percent higher than Lingxu, the strongest person present, although he also has an advantage, but he does not completely crush it, making the game lose suspense.

This also makes the competition on the field very fierce, and between the offensive and defensive transitions, everyone is fully engaged in it.

"I'm empty, pass it on!"

At this time, just two or three minutes into the game, Meng Xiuyuan's two defenders on the red side worked together to cut off the opponent's ball, and Meng Xiuyuan quickly penetrated into the empty area of the opponent's backfield, and at the same time shouted to his teammates behind him to ask for the ball.

The little disciple heard Meng Xiuyuan's voice, so he naturally ignored everything else, raised his head and observed for a moment, then picked up a kick and kicked the ball towards Meng Xiuyuan.

After all, he is a person who practices martial arts, although his skills are not deep, but he has a solid game and accurate control of strength, and this ball passed just past Meng Xiuyuan's head and landed not far in front of him.

Just wait for him to rush forward, and it will be a good opportunity to face the goalkeeper one-on-one.

However, Meng Xiuyuan was not careless, because as the absolute main force of the red team, there were two defenders of the blue team next to him all the year round.

The two of them naturally saw the danger of this ball, and they all approached Meng Xiuyuan.

"Uncle Xiao, look at how well I have practiced the stickiness of "Cotton Palm" recently!"

As Lingxu spoke, he struck at Meng Xiuyuan with both hands, firmly entangled his left arm, and tried to slow him down.

Don't get me wrong, though, he didn't mean to foul.

This is the characteristic of Wudang football, and it is also the rule of the game.

In Wudang, you can attack the opponent during kicking, and there is no limit to punching and kicking.

However, each fight is limited to one move, otherwise it will not be a football match, but a competition.

Lingxu's move was thoughtful, because he knew that his speed was not as fast as Meng Xiuyuan, and if he couldn't disrupt his starting movement in one move, it would be difficult to interfere with it.

That's why he didn't use other martial arts, but only used this "Cotton Palm", not seeking to defeat Meng Xiuyuan in one move, but knowing that he hoped to slow him down.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiuyuan turned his head and smiled at him, and then a strange and complex force came from Meng Xiuyuan's arm, and immediately shook away Lingxu's tightly wrapped arms.

Lingxu only felt that this force was obviously not big, but he had no way to resist, but his arm was numb from the shock, and the half-angel had no strength.

"Uncle Xiao, what kind of kung fu are you?" Lingxu saw this Meng Xiuyuan gradually running away, and shouted behind him with some reluctance.

"Self-created, you behave well, maybe I can teach you two hands in the future." Meng Xiuyuan ran forward as he turned his head back and smiled at him.

In fact, it's not unusual, it's just that the strength of the "Zhige Sword Technique" is used on the arm. Lingxu has never seen it, so it suffers.

At the same time, Ling Jun, who was defending Meng Xiuyuan on the right side on the other side, saw that things were not good, and at the same time, he also flew towards Meng Xiuyuan with the move of "Wudang Thirty-six Road Serial Legs".

It's just that he was keenly discovered by Meng Xiuyuan, and he jumped over and dodged it.

So, Meng Xiuyuan smoothly faced the blue goalkeeper single-handedly, only took a few steps forward, and then volleyed out.

The opposite goalkeeper Ling You, because of his quick reaction, height and long arms, and good at the closed style that focuses on defense in "Cotton Palm", was arranged by the blue team in the position of goalkeeper every time, and was devastated by Meng Xiuyuan.

At this time, seeing Meng Xiuyuan shoot a powerful ball, he was afraid of three points in his heart before he could catch it.

So even though he was still flying with all his might, he only touched the ball with the tips of his fingers, and he couldn't completely block the ball.

"Good!" "Pretty, little uncle!" "In, in, in, in!

”

Whether on the field or on the sidelines, many young disciples jumped up and shouted loudly in celebration.

In order to close this eager atmosphere, Meng Xiuyuan also deliberately ran to the sidelines, jumped several feet high with Tiyun with all his strength, and then turned several heels in the air before landing steadily, smiling and smashing his erect chest with his fist, which was his characteristic goal celebration.

Sure enough, there was another burst of applause, which broke out the atmosphere of the scene to a new climax.

It's just that Meng Xiuyuan didn't expect that he also saw a special figure on the side.

It turned out to be Xiao Zhou Zhiruo, standing alone next to the group of Wudang disciples, and one person happily applauded Meng Xiuyuan.