In the meditation room, Guangqin is telling Lao Meng about the key to the "Fubo knife" capacity and the cooperation of the footsteps, Meng Yishan has the foundation of the Panwang knife method, and it is easy to understand to learn.

Guangqin made a demonstration with his hand turning into a knife gesture, and asked Lao Meng to fight with him, Meng Yishan tried his best to swing the Panwang knife move, but he couldn't break through the defense line laid by Guangqin's palm.

Seeing the ingenious offensive in Lao Meng's hands, Guang admired and said: "In addition to the Central Plains martial arts, there is also this kind of amazing sword technique!" ”

The old abbot thinks that this set of knife techniques is not inferior to the Fubo knife, it is just a good attack, a good defense, if Meng Yishan is integrated, to achieve the unity of attack and defense. Martial arts will be greatly improved.

The old abbot praised Meng Yishan and said: "Your skills are flexible and changeable, and martial arts are mixed. ”

"Please advise Master," said Lao Meng respectfully. He has never been so polite to the prince.

Guangqin thought about it, Fang said: "The internal strength of the Buddhism I practice is the Mahayana boat samadhi, also known as "the Buddha of the Ten Directions is now in front of the Sutra", this kung fu foundation needs to be cultivated for 90 days, during which he does not sleep endlessly, only mentions a breath of true Yuan Qi in the chest, walks around the room, and wears out that vitality in 90 days, and is reborn, so that life is endless. It is the tantric law of tantra, the innate of innate law. ”

Seeing that Lao Meng's face was difficult, Guang Qin smiled and said: "You lack perseverance, and you don't have so much time to be an official." I'll pass on a simplified method to you first" said a few words that are completely different from ordinary internal strength, and the mantra of Qi Qi is passed through the Qi Sutra.

Meng Yishan wrote them down one by one, and the abbot advised: "You only need to exhaust your internal breath when you practice martial arts, and when you are exhausted, you can use this method to practice qi, and you can obtain more than twice the strength of your usual sitting skills." ”

Lao Meng nodded in mind, and asked again: "The abbot just talked about the sword technique, what is the matter with the integration of offense and defense?" Should attack is attack, defense is defense. ”

Guang Qin explained to him: "Generally, masters try their best to attack when they shoot, and they can fight quickly. Or defend tightly and wait until the enemy is exhausted before launching a counterattack. This is the way to lose momentum. ”

Meng Yishan agrees very much, he can understand and apply this principle.

Guang Qin continued: "There are also more clever offensive and defensive methods, such as the last to come, after seeing the enemy's shot, and then making a move to break him." As for the integration of offense and defense, it is even more difficult. He asked Meng Yishan rhetorically: "Can you block the enemy's tricks while attacking?" ”

Lao Meng thought about it, shook his head, he gestured his arm and moved, waved and chopped, and gave up trying for a while: "Grandma's, I want to attack and defend, and I am afraid after making a move, I don't know how to do it." ”

Guang Qin smiled knowingly and said, "One heart cannot be used for two purposes, this is important to do it unintentionally." When you're done, that's what it's like. He added: "This must be done by integrating one's own martial arts, practicing until the moves are really used by you, and with years of martial arts accumulation, it is possible." The old monk was also promoted to the realm of offensive and defensive integration after fifty years. ”

The old monk's words were like a key, opening Lao Meng's heart lock to the door to a higher level of martial arts. "Offensive and defensive unity" he longed for.

Meng Yishan Baoshan was in front, and took the opportunity to ask a lot of martial arts questions, and took out the martial arts on Wang He's commentary on the Xuanyang Sutra to ask Guangqin.

The old monk listened to this martial arts secret book, followed the martial arts principles expounded in the scriptures, thought for a long time without saying a word, and finally smiled happily: "Sure enough, there is no eternal first." Looking at what is contained in this scripture, the real person of Sanfeng may not be able to defeat my monk. ”

Immediately, Guangqin found that he had the heart of victory and defeat, and immediately proclaimed the Buddha's name and said his sin.

Meng Yishan looked at the monk with a smile, and said in his heart You and Wang He have a saying, and now tell the old monk that the martial arts that the eunuch Wang said is changing with each passing day, and the current people inherit and abandon it, and it is possible to surpass the previous sages in moves. He also took out some of Wang He's views on the Xuanyang Sutra to confirm with the abbot of Guangqin.

After thinking about Wang He's point of view, Guangqin nodded and said, "This descendant of the Three Treasure Eunuchs has seen extraordinary, and has entered the gate of martial arts. Most of the masters of the rivers and lakes can only be called martial arts, and their skills are almost rare. ”

The tea was changed three times, and Guangqin was still explaining the problem of martial arts to Lao Meng, until King Yi led Xiao Zhu'an back, and the conversation ended.

The abbot of Guangqin said to Meng Yishan: "In the future, if you come to me every three days for two hours, the old monk will first teach the Fubo sword, and then teach other martial arts. ”

The prince and the old abbot said goodbye, left Zhu An there, took the old Meng out of the temple, in front of the mountain gate Meng Yishan helped the prince to get into the car, King Yi said in his ear: "Today's matter, you must remember to keep secrets." The king doesn't want to be mistaken about you. ”

Lao Meng patted his chest and said straightly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't say anything if I pry my teeth." ”

King Yi's car drove out of the White Horse Temple, the team traveled far away, and Meng Yishan rode on the horse and was still a little unguarded. He is reminiscing about some of the tricks taught by the master, and he has gained a lot from today's trip.

In the following days, every three afternoons, he rode the dark cloud covered snow to the White Horse Temple, and Guangqin would wait in the temple to teach Lao Meng's sword tricks. A set of Fubo knives only has six moves, and the dark and hexagram six sheng ke changes, all of which are the tricks of guarding.

Meng Yishan listened to the teaching five times in a row, and only then did he reluctantly practice the first move, and he was regarded as a fool by the old monk.

In fact, this set of knife techniques has too strict requirements for the coordination of positioning and swinging knives, and Lao Meng's qualifications can only be said to be middle-aged, and it is already good to have this kind of progress.

Meng Yishan tried his best to figure out the "Fubo knife method", and at the same time that the practice gradually got better, there were Fubo knives and Panwang knives to confirm each other, and the cultivation of Panwang knife methods was also a thousand miles a day. At first glance, there are already a few points of heat in Yun Ao.

Zhu An also stayed in the temple for a few days, and after the prince returned to the house, he announced to the public that the little prince was favored by a stranger and taken to learn martial arts, and he would return it after three years.

Except for Zhu An's biological mother, Concubine Chen, the rest were hidden from the prince.

Lao Meng will accompany Xiao Zhu'an to relieve his boredom and teach this little apprentice in his spare time. The little prince can see Lao Meng, the master, every day, and the homesickness when he first came gradually faded. It's just that sometimes when I fall asleep at night, I will call my mother with tears in my eyes. At this time, the abbot of Guangqin would walk to the nephew's bed and fold the quilt for him.

Zhu An was also learning knives, or the basic skills taught by Meng Yishan, Guangqin only supervised him to read some words, and let him play on his own in the Zen courtyard.

After several contacts, Meng Yishan figured out that the old monk Guangqin liked calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, especially Wang Majie's paintings and Mi Yuanzhang's characters.

Lao Meng consulted Mr. Yan and begged him to collect two of Wang Wei's "Yangtze River Snow" and "Fusheng Sutra Map" on his behalf. With these two treasures, I went to Lao Shangshu to search for it like a house, and found a copy of Mi Yuanzhang's "Shu Su Ti".

Looking at Lao Shangshu's expression as if he had been cut and deboned, Meng Yishan couldn't bear it, and said, "Uncle! Look at which famous calligraphy and painting is good, Lao Meng paid for it for you, take one of you, and compensate you for three, don't be like a dead wife. ”

He Shangshu was especially reluctant, and said in his heart: "It's more uncomfortable than a dead wife." ”

Lao Meng reframed these three paintings and calligraphy, and the painting scrolls were made of jade and packed into a brocade bag. I chose a day when the weather was fine and took it to Hakuba Temple.

As soon as he saw Guangqin's face, Lao Meng took out the three scrolls and handed them over respectfully.

The old abbot opened one of them, and saw that it was "Fusheng Sutra Map", the painting style was sparse and densely combined, which was the authentic work of Wang Maha.

I couldn't put it down at the moment, and I watched it repeatedly for most of the time before returning to normal.

Meng Yishan said with a smile: "This is a small gift from the apprentice to the master, although I can't take it, it is also the intention of Lao Meng, and the master will accept it." ”

Guangqin is not hypocritical, knowing that this apprentice is rich and powerful, and has a place to search. It was rare for him to have a piece of his mind, so he accepted the three scrolls of paintings along the way.

When I opened the other two volumes, the "Yangtze River Snow" was fine, and I was stunned to see the old monk of "Shu Suti".

Meng Yishan saw that his expression was different, and asked strangely, "Master, what's wrong?" ”

"Something from the past." Guang Qin muttered, his eyes slightly misty.

"This painting is yours?" Lao Meng opened his mouth wide.

Guangqin held the Buddha beads in his hand, and recalled with a somewhat painful expression: "It was the second year of Jianwen, and the palace examination was over. I met with the top three in the new department, and saw that a Jinshi surnamed He played well and spoke smoothly. I liked his talent and knowledge, so I rewarded the "Shu Su Ti" that he brought to play with him. ”

"I regretted it for a long time afterwards. Where did you get this Shu Su Ti? ”

Meng Yishan never told the truth, and said with a smile: "Haha, I bought it from an antique store." "He snorted haha.

Guang Qin sighed and said, "Descendants are not good. ”

Lao Meng said in his heart, Lao Tzu brought it to filial piety, why is it not filial.

The abbot of Guangqin collected the three-axis picture scroll in a precious and important place. "Shu Suti" can return to him, which makes the old monk very happy.

When Shaoqing was practicing martial arts, Guangqin pointed out that Lao Meng was impatient, and forced him to repeatedly use the Fubo knife technique, every chopping and slashing, and every step of the move, all required to be perfect. It wasn't until Meng Yishan was sweating through his heavy clothes and could no longer practice with a knife that the old monk launched an attack on Lao Meng.

Guangqin waved his sleeves, and the heavy sleeve wind hit Meng Yishan off the ground, rolled far away and fell to the ground, and blood spilled from his mouth.

Meng Yishan's mind was dizzy, and before he could react, Guangqin's figure quickly moved to his side and slapped his palm on his chest. The heavy palm wind shows that the monk is real. Lao Meng barely rolled on his side, bang! The monk's palm force knocked the land out of a shallow pit.

Lao Meng's body, head and face were covered with dirt, and he just wanted to scold. The monk's sleeves rolled up again, and the momentum was like flowing clouds, wrapping Lao Meng's big body and flying high, turning dizzy in the air, and slamming on the ground with a bang. The sword in his hand was thrown away.

Meng Yishan Tiger roared and got up from the ground, and he had a ferocious attack! What the old abbot of Emperor Jianwen, he left it behind. raised his iron fist and slammed it into the chest and abdomen of the abbot of Guangqin, and the old monk stood in place, suffering three punches from Meng Yishan in a row, unharmed.

As soon as the three fists passed Meng Jian, his whole body was sore, and his soul seemed to be withdrawn from his body, "Touch!" Fell to the ground. He couldn't even move a little finger at the moment, and he was exhausted.

Guangqin walked to his side, Meng Yishan could only see the monk's mango shoes from the angle of lying down, and heard the old monk say in a commendatory tone: "Yes, after exhaustion, you can still send out three punches that are not weak." From now on, the daily homework will be done in the same way. to tap into your potential. ”

Lao Meng blinked his eyes weakly, and thought hatefully in his heart: "This crazy monk tossed half of Lao Tzu's life." ”

After lying on the ground for a stick of incense, Meng Yishan stood up under the urging of the old abbot, and was about to open his mouth to complain, Guangqin stretched out his right hand and pressed his shoulder, and his left hand and two fingers quickly poked the "Tanzhong acupoint" in the old Meng's heart.

When he landed, a stream of heat rose from the heart, and it hovered warmly in the heart, Guangqin's fingers did not stop, and even the points were pinched, and the place where the fingers were poked immediately merged into a warm true qi, and the exhaustion of the place through which the snow melted eliminated the fatigue of the place, and when it hit all the muscles and several major points around Lao Meng's body, the warm internal breath had flowed all over the body. Guided by the true yuan qi of the heart, he flew around for a week, and all of them were classified into the dantian.

Meng Yishan's pain disappeared, and his meridians were full of true qi as if they were about to explode, and he became vigorous again.

On the other hand, after so many fingers, Guangqin's face was already pale, his forehead was sweaty, and his fingers became slightly trembling. The old monk held Lao Meng's shoulders and said with a hard smile: "If you suffer hardship, you will become a master." ”

The old monk looked at Lao Meng with satisfaction, "I have already injected the foundation building true qi of the Mahayana Boat Samadhi Method into you, and in the future, you only need to use up your physical strength when the true yuan is exhausted." Follow the mantra taught by the old monk, and you will be able to practice this kung fu very quickly. ”

"Master!"

Lao Meng was moved, and for the first time he sincerely called the old abbot from the bottom of his heart.