A torture sentence directed at the soul.

Uncle Xiaoshi, is this a test for us?

The seven sons of Wudang glanced at each other, and none of them answered rashly, but fell into deep contemplation.

Since the little uncle and ancestor have this question, they must have deep meaning.

So in the end......

What is Wudang?

......

"Xie Baoshu, as a senior brother, do you say it first?" No one answered for a long time, and Lu Chunliang pointed to the loyal young man led by him.

"Yes, Little Uncle Ancestor!" Xie Baoshu took a deep breath and brewed his words, and then said calmly and powerfully: "Wudang's original name is Taihe Mountain, and it is rumored to be the Xuantian Zhenwu Emperor Dojo in ancient times. Only because of the origin of Wudang Mountain, coiling thousands of miles, whirling like the image of the axis of the earth, the terrain is majestic, and there is a wonder of water and fire. Legend has it that when the Emperor Zhenwu ascended, it was said that non-Xuanwu was not enough to deserve it, so it was renamed Wudang. Later, the three crazy ancestors carried it forward, the mainstay, calmed the catastrophe of the rivers and lakes, and opened up the Wudang line. Therefore, the people of Wudang must be born with a chivalrous heart, hoe the strong and help the weak, eliminate violence and calm the people, and help the world!"

His word by word, sonorous and powerful, came from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Chunliang was noncommittal, and pointed to the other six sons, "What about you?"

Shangguan Lingyun's eyes burst into cold light, clenched the sword in his hand, and said quietly: "Wudang true martial arts inheritance, the world's martial arts are authentic." I am willing to use the sword in my hand to determine right and wrong, cut life and death, eliminate cause and effect, and do my own way!"

Zhuang Xiaolou frowned, thought about it carefully, and said softly, "Wudang has great beauty, and the most beautiful thing is human affection." ”

"Wudang is Wudang!" Hao Renzhen, who was born with a red face, said seriously word by word.

Wu Chaoran, who has always looked up at the starry sky, finally put away his empty gaze this time, and his voice was unexpectedly calm, "My heart is in Wudang!"

"What is Wudang? I can't say, it just feels like home!" Xiao Letian didn't smile anymore this time, and scratched his head vigorously.

"I... I like Wudang the most!" Yan Caiwei echoed in a soft voice beside her.

......

After the seven sons finished speaking one by one, then their eyes converged on the little uncle and ancestor.

Lu Chunliang smiled and shook his head, "You're right, but you're not all right!"

"Please guide the little uncle and ancestor to the maze!" the seven sons bowed down in unison.

"Okay! This seat will only demonstrate once, how much you can understand depends on your creation!" Lu Chunliang got up slowly, smiled and waved his hand: "Come, use your strongest move to attack me!"

What kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd of Uncle Xiaoshi?

The seven sons glanced at each other, and couldn't guess the true meaning of the little uncle's words for a while.

It's just that Uncle Xiao's tone is indifferent, and he doesn't look like he's joking.

His old man spread his hands evenly, the empty door was wide open, and he looked like he didn't take any precautions and let you wait for you to make a move.

Seeing this, Qizi's eyes gradually deepened.

I think they are also the leaders of the younger generation in the rivers and lakes, with internal strength, moves, and realm...... They are all superior, and they are looked down upon everywhere they walk, how can they ever be so despised?

A warrior must not be without arrogance.

Even if it's a little uncle......

It's just that......

"To fight or not to fight, why wait?" At this time, seeing that they couldn't make a decision for a long time, Lu Chunliang urged again, quite dissatisfied.

"Little uncle, the younger generation has offended!"

The seven sons of Wudang glanced at each other, nodded heavily, and then drank in unison, and the seven figures rushed in unison.

Xie Baoshu's palm is vigorous, full of energy, majestic, and surging like a tide.

Shangguan Lingyun's sword is stunning, Tiangang Beidou, the cold is exposed, and the sword qi is sharp without a shadow.

Zhuang Xiaolou made a knife with his hands, the seven evils of Xuanyin and Yin, the cold entered the bones, and the knife was invisible and poisonous.

Hao Renzhen's fist is like a whirlwind, the potential energy is subdued by the tiger, aggressive, and fierce as a hammer.

Wu Chaoran placed the turtle and snake pile, his eyes were empty, his body was immovable, and he was rigid and soft.

Xiao Le Angel ladders the clouds, stepping in the air, his body looks like a charm, and his light skills are ghostly.

Yan Caiwei's jade hand dragon claws, the woman is delicate, the moves are snatchy, and the muscles and bones are vicious.

......

The seven sons of Wudang have good talents, and they all have unique skills.

The seven of them knew that the martial arts attainments of the little uncle were beyond imagination, and they didn't dare to spare their hands at all, so they did their best to use their own unique knowledge, and they even cooperated with tacit understanding, either attacking head-on, or pinning it down, or sneaking attack......

The seven sons cooperate tacitly, menacing, and attack in all directions, leaving no dead ends.

For a while, Lu Chunliang seemed to be forced into a desperate situation where there was no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground, and there was no way to retreat.

But he didn't want to quit either.

He stood there silently, not making any movement, as if he was sitting still, and the door was completely exposed.

Until the powerful energy of the Seven Sons' moves came out of the air, blowing up a strand of his long sideburns that drooped and flew away.

He moved suddenly, without any superfluous movements, without a counterattack that opened the mountain and split the ground.

Lu Chunliang just smiled, raised his hands slightly, palms facing the sky, like a cloud cover.

"Up!"

The next moment, Wudang Qizi's eyes suddenly widened.

Rumble......

The void shakes.

One moment it was an unremarkable scene, and the next moment it was thunderous.

Uncle Xiaoshi's clothes and horns hunted, and the incomparable true qi gushed out, and the sea was immeasurable, setting off the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain, and it was like boiling.

The true qi is incomparable, quickly condensed, and turned into a transparent and thick qi wall to envelop the body of the little master and uncle, which is as one, as solid as a copper wall and an iron wall, and as heavy as the five mountains.

Bang bang bang......

An inevitable move fell on it, the palm collapsed, the sword was broken, the knife was shattered, the fist was cracked, the pile collapsed, the foot was broken, and the claw was broken...... It fell apart one after another.

Bang.

The three-foot qi wall suddenly expanded and opened, pushing horizontally unstoppably, completely crushing, the mountains and rocks collapsed, and the clouds and mist collapsed......

"Not good!" Wudang Qizi only felt that he was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, he was completely run over, retreating again and again, until he was ten zhang away.

They were panting, already sweating, and their eyes were horrified.

The three-foot gas wall is already a legend in the rivers and lakes.

Ten zhang qi wall, what kind of martial arts?

"Uncle Junior Ancestor, you... What kind of mastery are you?" Shangguan Lingyun, who had always been cold and arrogant, cried out.

A chuckle, as if near and far away, sounded in his ears.

"No, it's just Wudang's child's skill!"

"What? Tong Zigong!" Shangguan Lingyun was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to fall into some kind of demonic stup.

"Tong Zigong, how is it possible?"

"This is just the introductory kung fu of this sect!"

"Even in the most basic foundation building skills, there are also Wuji Pure Yang Gong Zhuyu in front, and the Tongzi Gong is really not first-class!"

......

Qizi was shocked, he couldn't believe that the child's function of exercising the muscles and bones of beginner children had such a shocking power?

Seeing them so out of shape, Lu Chunliang smiled faintly, "What's wrong with Tong Zigong? Back then, the Three Crazy Patriarchs relied on this martial art to enter the door of martial arts. Tongzigong warms and nourishes the yang energy of the human body, consolidates the foundation and cultivates the yuan, and the foundation is stable, which is rare in the world. And the three crazy ancestors are even more beyond the shackles, from which they realized the ultimate foundation building kung fu of Wuji Pure Yang Gong, and became the first in the world, holding the sky with one hand, and opening up the foundation of Wudang for thousands of years. If the three mad patriarchs can do this, future generations may not be able to.

This is exactly what I took Tongzigong as the original form and went to the next level. Those who practice this skill need to protect the body of a child, and ten years of hard training can be successful. After the success, you can get the Gang Qi to protect the body, which is indestructible, and it is difficult to hurt all laws!"

Is this the reason why Uncle Xiaoshi is called Wudang Little Sanmad?

The seventh son listened in a daze, and invariably understood the origin of the title of little master and uncle.

It's just because this little uncle really has a talent no less than that of the three crazy ancestors.

At this time, Lu Chunliang's words were not finished, and he said it from his mouth, but it echoed in the heart of the seventh son.

"Do you understand now? The people of Wudang should be like the three madnesses, set up their hearts for heaven and earth, establish their lives for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations. ”

"This is Wudang!"

"Martial arts are eternal, one person deserves it!"