At this point, Meng Xiuyuan fully understood the master's intentions.

Zhang Sanfeng sorted out what he had learned all his life through Tai Chi and integrated it, so that he finally condensed his own martial arts artistic conception.

It can be said that it has broken through a big realm and opened up a new world of martial arts.

With such a good thing, the old man naturally thought about his little apprentice.

So he secretly pondered the characteristics of Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts in the past, substituted himself into Meng Xiuyuan's position as much as possible, and then relied on his advantages in the realm at this time to polish a set of Taijiquan that belonged to him for Meng Xiuyuan from a high vantage point.

This "customized" version of Taijiquan is not only a martial art, but also a set of exercises and teaching aids, guiding Meng Xiuyuan to work hard in the direction of "martial arts artistic conception".

"It's a pity that although your kung fu was enlightened by me, in the ten years since you came down the mountain, you have learned and created a lot of new things.

After all, I can't completely replace you and help you integrate these martial arts you have learned.

Besides, this Taijiquan was originally created with my own martial arts concept, and as a foundation, it is not consistent with your martial arts concept.

I'm afraid that the punch I created for you will not allow you to touch the threshold directly, but at most it can only help you point you in the direction slightly. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Martial arts training to the point where he and Meng Xiuyuan are more self-comprehension and self-breakthrough, even if he stands at a higher level to guide Meng Xiuyuan, he can not do much.

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he didn't feel lost, but said to Zhang Sanfeng with a smile:

"Master, I'm not a child anymore, where do I need to teach this hand.

This punch can lead me to experience the so-called 'artistic conception', which is naturally good, and if not, it is also of great significance.

After all, do you know what is the most important thing to do in order to do a difficult job? ”

"Oh, what is it?"

Zhang Sanfeng listened to this little apprentice talk to him about the truth of life, and couldn't help but smile and asked humbly.

"The most important thing is to know that there is a chance to do it."

Meng Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said seriously.

"There is a chance to make ......"

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, then nodded, only feeling that what Meng Xiuyuan said was indeed reasonable.

When the road comes to an end, it's easy to wander back in a state of confusion. At this time, the exact information of others' sentence "there is still a road ahead" should be very precious.

"Besides, the last time we parted, didn't you just say it, Master, that we were going on different paths.

Your old man has gained a lot in the past few years, but I haven't wasted time......"

Saying that, Meng Xiuyuan didn't explain much, replaced words with actions, and immediately entered the state of "compressing true qi".

After a clear drink, Meng Xiuyuan's hair and clothes were blown up by the true qi, and then his right palm slapped forward, but it was three or four zhang away, and he forcibly broke a piece of green bamboo connected to more than ten green bamboos outside the courtyard.

"It's so powerful, when I created this kung fu, I didn't expect it to have such an effect.

Your way of compressing your true qi has also been completed? ”

Hearing the sound of "Kacha" breaking one after another, looking at the appearance of the broken bamboo flying, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but be surprised and happy.

In terms of the power of the move alone, Meng Xiuyuan at this time was far beyond the limit he could reach.

It can be said that like his "martial arts artistic conception", he has also broken through the highest martial arts achievements in this world and walked into a new world.

Meng Xiuyuan heard Master's praise, and he was also very happy in his heart, but he still shook his head to seek truth from facts:

"It's not a success, but it's just a little clue.

You can see my true qi bursting out of my pores, and you will know how much this move should consume.

Although powerful, it cannot be used frequently, and can only be used occasionally as a means of bursting. ”

Every time Meng Xiuyuan used this kung fu to compress his true qi, his hair and clothes would fly, naturally not intentionally for the sake of being handsome.

In fact, this is a sign that he has not practiced kung fu at home.

In order to compress the true qi to the liquid state in a short time, it is necessary to use the true qi to accumulate and collide with each other.

In the case that the pores cannot be completely sealed, a part of the true qi is compressed into the dantian, and naturally a part of it will be squeezed out of the body and escape.

The conservation of momentum and the action of force are mutual, and it can only be said that these physical laws are also applicable to the cultivation of internal strength.

"It's already very good, I don't think there is anyone in this world who can use a move as powerful as you.

With this palm blow, unless the opponent dodges in time, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he will either be killed or injured.

Walking the rivers and lakes is different from marching and fighting.

This move is more expensive, so it's not a problem. ”

Zhang Sanfeng was very satisfied with his apprentice's progress in kung fu, and he did not hesitate to praise him.

According to him, although Meng Xiuyuan's move is not perfect, it is enough for the people in the rivers and lakes to compete.

It's just that after Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he just happened to be poked at the pain point, and shook his head with a helpless smile.

He has just suffered a loss and learned a deep lesson because of this.

If there were no such shortcomings, the battle between him and Wang Baobao on the Guangming Ding Mountain Road would definitely be much easier, and he would not need to be so carefully calculated, and he would not finally push himself to such an extreme situation.

"Xiuyuan, you look like this, but what happened?"

Zhang Sanfeng saw that there was a deep meaning in Meng Xiuyuan's expression, so he asked gently.

"Master, you have been in retreat all year round, so you may not know something.

In today's chaotic world, the rebel army is rising everywhere, and the Yuan court is about to run out, which is a good time to resist the Yuan.

We, the people of the rivers and lakes, may also participate in the battle in the military array......"

Saying that, Meng Xiuyuan simply started from the beginning and briefly told Zhang Sanfeng about the siege of Guangming Peak by these six major factions.

Among them, before the appearance of the Yuan army, Meng Xiuyuan used force to reconcile the part of the dispute between the six major factions and the Ming Sect, Zhang Sanfeng still seemed calm when he heard it, at most, he occasionally reminded Meng Xiuyuan gently, so that he could deal with the elders of the five major factions more politely in the future.

But in the middle, when Wang Baobao led thousands of troops to attack the top of the light, Zhang Zhenren's face immediately became serious.

How can he not know the disadvantages of the people in the rivers and lakes when facing the military formation.

Later, when Meng Xiuyuan talked about leaving the palace behind and blocking thousands of troops with one person and one sword on the narrow mountain road, Zhang Sanfeng's brows became more and more furrowed, and his eyes were full of reproach when he looked at Meng Xiuyuan.

Meng Xiuyuan, a favored little disciple, rarely saw a master treat him with such a look, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

So much so that in the end, when Meng Xiuyuan talked about his instant killing of the enemy's seven top masters and killing through the enemy's formation and capturing the main general, he almost didn't dare to look up at his master's expression.

The voice fell for a long time, and Zhang Sanfeng on the opposite side did not make a sound for a long time.

Seeing this, although Meng Xiu was nervous in his heart, he couldn't help but look at it hard.

Unexpectedly, the scene in front of me was somewhat unexpected.

Master Zhang Zhenren's face no longer looked angry and blaming at this time, on the contrary, his gaze looking at Meng Xiuyuan was full of appreciation:

"Not bad, not bad.

The bean-sized child back then, in a blink of an eye, really became a figure like Guo Daxia who served the country and the people back then.

Xiuyuan, you did a good job. ”

Meng Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then shook his head with a smile, and said calmly:

"Master, don't brag for me.

I dare not say that it is for the country and the people, let alone be compared with Guo Jingxia.

All I want is peace of mind. ”

Zhang Sanfeng's expression became more and more kind when he heard this, he stood up and came to Meng Xiuyuan's side, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"No matter what it is for, it is good to do good deeds that benefit the people of the world.

But there is one thing that you have to remember clearly, and don't forget ......"

Saying that, Zhang Sanfeng actually ignored the demeanor of the grandmaster, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his still strong little arms:

"You are acting outside, and you don't need to worry about people threatening you with the Wudang Sect.

Although Master is old, he is not old enough to move his hands and feet.

There is no need to worry about anything difficult to deal with the enemy.

Come back and tell me that we will go into battle together. ”

……

……

For a few days after this master-apprentice conversation, Meng Xiuyuan kept himself locked in his room and did not show up.

And everyone in the Wudang faction is very busy. Everyone hurried and struggled to get to the bottom of what they had.

The reason for this is because of Meng Xiuyuan's plan to migrate disciples to the Kunlun Green Valley.

Although it was just the words of Meng Xiuyuan's family, the second-generation disciples led by Song Yuanqiao were still willing to believe Meng Xiuyuan's opinions, and began to prepare for this "big move".

After all, even if it wasn't to avoid the siege of the Yuan Imperial Court's army, the "spirit fish" and "spirit fruit" in the green valley were still excellent things.

For martial arts practitioners, it is not an exaggeration to be regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth, and it is natural to make use of it.

In fact, there is no need to explain too much, these three generations of disciples have long been yearning for the mysterious Kunlun Green Valley.

Because everyone can see that Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao, who returned from the green valley, have obviously improved by leaps and bounds in kung fu in five years, far widening the gap with the other three generations of disciples.

This is a living signboard, and everyone can't believe it.

So, in Song Yuanqiao's plan, most of the more than 100 third-generation disciples on Wudang Mountain were assigned to Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting.

Led by the three of them respectively, they prepared to go down Wudang Mountain at night in batches, pretending to be an ordinary dart game, and marching in the direction of Kunlun Mountain in a low-key manner.

Only Song Yuanqiao was left on this mountain, with a group of fire workers and miscellaneous Taoists to serve his master Zhang Sanfeng, and to support the façade of this Wudang faction.

In such a situation, there are naturally many things that need to be planned in advance, and it is inevitable that there will be some delays.

But I didn't think that there was a sudden change at this time.

"Father, something happened!"

Song Yuan Hashimoto was directing everyone to work in the Zixiao Palace, and suddenly heard Song Qingshu's slightly anxious voice coming from outside the hall. When he heard this, he immediately frowned, and scolded his son, who was performing light skills and entering the temple gate:

"Okay, I hear you. What kind of system is it like to shout and scream?!

Didn't I tell you not to be surprised?

No matter what the situation is, you must not mess with yourself first......"

Song Qingshu had something important to say, and when he saw that his father had begun to lecture himself at length again, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, and interrupted loudly:

"Father, it's our mountain gate that came from outside the Tartar!"

"Tartar?!"

Song Yuanqiao was also taken aback when he heard this, and he didn't care about teaching his son any more, so he hurriedly asked:

"Can you see how many men and horses are coming, and do they have bows and arrows?

And what does the leader look like, and what are the familiar masters in the military formation? ”

Song Qingshu hurriedly shook his head:

"No, there was no army, only two people dressed as Orions.

And although he looks strong and burly, with foreign kung fu, he is just an ordinary person, and he should not be a person in the rivers and lakes. ”

Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Song Qingshu say this. But then, he became more and more puzzled, frowned and asked:

"It's just two people, why are you so alarmed?"

Song Qingshu also knew that he didn't make it clear, and then explained:

Although the two of them are not a threat, they have a lot of backgrounds.

According to the two Tartars, they were the county lord of Minmin Temur, who represented the Ruyang Palace, and wanted to invite the little uncle to the banquet. ”

"The county lord of the Ruyang Palace......"

When Song Yuanqiao heard this, his face became deeper and darker.

The story of Meng Xiuyuan's life in the military array and the capture of the prince of Ruyang, he has also heard it these days.

Now that the county lord of the King of Ruyang suddenly came to invite him again, I'm afraid it's not good.

"Father, what shall we do?" Song Qingshu was also a little hesitant.

"Inform your little uncle and let him decide for himself.

He knows the inside story best, and he thinks there will be a way. ”

Song Yuanqiao pondered for a moment, and still felt that this matter should be handled by Meng Xiuyuan himself.

……

"The county lord of the Ruyang Palace? How dare she take the initiative to come to the door? ”

When Song Qingshu informed Meng Xiuyuan of this, he was also surprised.

Song Qingshu listened to Meng Xiuyuan's tone, and immediately relieved his heart, knowing that this matter should not be serious, and it was all under the control of the little uncle.

"The two of them are still waiting at the gate of the mountain, little uncle, you can go quickly."

Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Meng Xiuyuan.

"What's the hurry, let them wait, I'm still busy."

As he spoke, Meng Xiuyuan's gaze involuntarily fell on the table again, and then he slapped his head a few times, his face was sad, as if he was troubled by something.

Song Qingshu was a little curious when he saw this, and couldn't help but look behind Meng Xiuyuan and peek at the table.

But I didn't expect to take a look, but I found that in addition to some jerky and difficult words, it was just some picture symbols that I couldn't understand, and I wrote it all over the place. And next to the eucalyptus, there is a thick stack of papers.

"Uncle Junior, what are you doing here?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but be curious.

"I sorted out what little knowledge I had left about mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and wanted to compile them into a book.

Unexpectedly, after many years of not studying, my brain was rusty. ”

Meng Xiuyuan became more and more distressed as he spoke, as if he had encountered the most difficult dilemma in the world, more desperate than when he faced thousands of troops alone.

When Song Qingshu heard this, he didn't understand what Meng Xiuyuan was talking about, but when he saw Meng Xiuyuan's state, he shouldn't be able to complete the things in front of him for a while, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Uncle Xiao, this is a letter sent by those two Tartars, saying that it was written by the Mongolian lord himself.

It needs to be in your hands, and only you can see it. ”

"Hmm......" Meng Xiuyuan nodded without paying much attention when he heard this, and after guarding against it with his true qi, he opened the letter casually.

But he didn't think that as soon as he landed on the letter, his face changed suddenly.

There was not much content on this letter, only a short sentence was written in Juanxiu's handwriting:

"Big brother, the dragon slaying knife is already in my hand, please appreciate the sword."