In this silent year, the slightest sound of time can be heard.

That year, Xuanmen was free to establish a sect in Wulin for a hundred years, located in the land of Bashu, surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, surrounded by green mountains, green water leisurely across the land of Bashu, Mianze side. The shape of the mountain here is steep, and the shape has been weathered or washed by rain, and it has long been worn away to the point that it has lost its original majestic appearance. In the strange mountains and strange stones, almost every mountain has a legend, the middle round top is pointed like a peach, it is said that when the Monkey King sage stole the queen mother peach accidentally fell into the world of a peach, the towering cloud seems to be a fairy left independent is said to be Dayu when the water is three times through the door and does not enter, so that his wife watched day and night and finally weathered into stone. In short, a mountain is a legend, and the most talked about in the rivers and lakes is the hidden in the mountains, if there is a Xuanmen.

Where does Xuanmen come from there is nowhere to test, in short, there is no similarity with the martial arts of the Central Plains, generally speaking, martial arts such as Wudang, Shaolin, Emei and other martial arts are all originated from the humble beginning, after several generations of predecessors to comprehend and penetrate, and then go through the actual combat experience of the major martial arts bloody battles, convergence, refinement, and new talents are gathered into a family of veined and interlocking martial arts. And the Xuanmen is like a pie in the sky, from the beginning of the opening is proud of the world, there is no source to test, no sect to find.

Some people say that it is left after the ancient Shu people, because Bashu was a strategic fortress in the pre-Qin period, a place where soldiers must fight, and the ancient Shu people in order to protect their homeland according to the dangerous terrain and imitate the beasts in the forest to fight over time, and some people say that this martial arts has a strange move, which was introduced by the masters of the Western Regions, in short, the more they say, the more evil it is.

At that time, Meng Li was still very young, and she always spoke a little openly, and when she was studying art in Xuanmen, she discussed the origin of her own sect with several senior brothers. At that time, there was a Song Zixian who skipped class with Meng Li and escaped well, and he always believed that it was left by the ancient Shu people, and he made a bet with Meng Li for this. Meng Li believed that it was one of the ancestors of Xuanmen who was full of food and had nothing to do, and was napping on the top of a very high mountain when he was suddenly struck by a lightning bolt in the air.

Because of this matter, their master Jingyi almost couldn't eat, and the next day he brought this group of unscrupulous disciples to the hall and told the history of Xuanmen seriously: "It is said that a hundred years ago, there was a master and a white fox who came to the Central Plains with a divine weapon and five carts of martial arts essence to dedicate to the martial arts sage at that time Kuang Fu Justice. However, at that time, all the martial arts families in the Central Plains believed that they did not take this unknown origin figure in their eyes, and even regarded those martial arts cheats as mortal and disdainful. After eating a lot of closed-door soup, the man deeply felt that although the Central Plains martial arts were broad and profound, they were all arrogant, narrow, and each of them was a martial artist, neither willing to listen to people's orders nor willing to break the ban on the portal to communicate with the director, so closed and guarded, he stopped moving forward day by day, until the bottleneck, it was difficult to grow, and finally disappeared for a long time, and he disappeared for a long time. The cheats traveled all over the world, traveled to the land of Bashu, suddenly saw the beautiful scenery here, the aura was pressing, so he simply opened a mountain in this place, and passed on the secret book martial arts to future generations to avoid being lost, and since then there has been the predecessor of Xuanmen. So far, the statue of the white fox is called the Three Treasures of Xuanmen together with the secret book of the divine soldiers. ”

The disciples who heard this allusion early in the morning were immediately proud of the origin of the Xuanmen, and even felt sorry for those conformist martial arts masters and uprightness, otherwise wouldn't the achievements of the Xuanmen be theirs?

Song Zixian, who had the same idea as her, whispered in Meng Li's ear: "You'd better endure it, Master is not here today, but it is the zombie face that teaches us fists and kicks!"

Meng Li immediately gasped when he heard this, and said with some indignation: "Why him? Just because he started three years earlier than us, and his martial arts are three years more than ours, do we have to listen to him?"

Song Zixian said helplessly: "Look at the brothers around you, which one is not depressed, it is torture to let the zombie face teach us!"

Meng Li drooped her head and said extremely reluctantly: "I really want to die!"

As he spoke, he was a little taller than the disciples of them, and a neatly dressed young man stepped forward with his hands behind his back, his whole skin was a little wheat-colored from the sun, because he did not dare to relax his homework every day. Whether it is the scorching heat of the dog days or the cold winter of the number nine, he has always sharpened his mind and refined his martial arts cultivation. It is this kind of hard study that makes his kung fu much higher than others. His heroic face already had a tough outline, a pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes were particularly dazzling, and at this moment, his angular lips opened a loud voice, and said to everyone: "Today, Master and Uncle Jingyan have important matters to discuss, and I will teach you fist and foot kung fu." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people below immediately let out a terrible lament in unison, and the young man straightened up and completely ignored their dissatisfaction, and said loudly with a cold face: "Today, I will pre-assess all the kung fu I have learned in the past three days!"

Immediately a louder dissatisfaction broke out in the crowd, and Song Zixian, who had always been timid and fat, was the first reluctant to say: "Senior Brother Qin, the assessment is Master's business!"

"I've said it all, Master isn't here!" the young man said loudly, he had the power of intimidation at a young age, and he used it freely.

As soon as she heard about the assessment, Meng Li suddenly felt a sense of precarious crisis, she held the tree trunk with one hand, her eyes were shocked, and she had a sense of bad luck that she forgot to take toilet paper when she went to the toilet. If she knew that she was going to be assessed today, she would definitely go back to Wu Youzheng to make up for his dislikes, even if she would arrange his meals for a year, she would not be about to be abused by the zombie face in front of her without any preparation.

There is a kind of person around you, he is handsome, he learns quickly, and his popularity is very bad! The substitute teacher in front of him is undoubtedly this kind of person, but he doesn't care about the dissatisfaction of the people below him at all, he already has leadership qualities at this age.

In the distance, a group of older disciples of the Xuanmen passed by them, these people had already passed the junior level of the Xuanmen Sect, and they were the senior brothers of their group of beginner disciples. The substitute boys are much younger than them, but their martial arts attainments are on par with their senior brothers. When this group of people passed by, they couldn't help but greet the substitute boy and said, "Senior Brother Qin Su is really hard, I have to teach these junior brothers and sisters again!" The substitute boy known as Qin Su lowered his head and smiled modestly: "Hello senior brothers!"

"Follow your Senior Brother Qin Su to practice hard, and see how hard it is for people to come back and teach you at a young age in addition to learning by themselves!" The senior brother led by him said to this group of junior brothers and sisters.

"Will he work hard? I think he's having fun!" Meng Li muttered to herself disdainfully in the distance, she had always had a great dream at her age, which was to call a group of fox friends and dog friends to beat the arrogant guy in front of her!

Qin Su said loudly to the senior brothers in front of him: "You guys come one by one, and walk through the new moves you have learned in the past three days with me!"

Then he said to Chu Mingyan, who was closest to him: "You are the first!"

Chu Mingyan's little junior sister is usually quiet and weak, although she studied the master's moves and styles very hard, but unfortunately her comprehension and limited strength were soft, and she always gave people the illusion that she could be pushed down with a finger, and at this moment she bit her lip and said with a red face: "Senior brother, I'm not comfortable." ”

Qin Su frowned and looked at this weak little junior sister, and finally nodded: "Okay, count your sick leave today, you go and rest!"

Everyone was stunned, and looked at Chu Mingyan who escaped with some envy, Meng Li was shocked: Is this okay?

Seeing that the rest of the people were beaten down by Qin Su one by one, Meng Li's brilliant plan came to mind, and at this time, Song Zixian walked up to Qin Su impassionedly, bent down and hugged his fists and said, "Senior brother, just stop it!" Qin Su ignored him, Song Zixian took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists and straightened them at his waist, squatted down and stepped down, and punched Qin Su for the first time. Although he is a little stronger than Meng Li, this opening boxing practice is already the most proficient move, and he will not lose too badly if he wants to come up, clinker Qin Su stepped forward with an arrow, one foot between his slightly open legs, raised his hand to block his fist, and then hit him in the face with a hook, and tripped Song Zixian's horse step with one foot, and the whole action was completed cleanly. In a blink of an eye, Song Zixian fell to the ground with his legs and legs forked, and his face was swollen like a bun.

"The horse is unsteady, the fists are weak, have you practiced in vain for the past three days, go back and fetch twenty jars of water in the kitchen!" Qin Su said to the people on the ground.

After speaking, he turned his head to the last person: "It's your turn, Senior Sister Meng!"

Meng Li looked at Song Zixian, who had been defeated miserably, couldn't help but swallow and spit, then stepped forward and smiled a little timidly: "Senior brother, I'm not feeling well today." ”

"Where are you uncomfortable?" Qin Su asked.

"I have an upset stomach!" Meng Li said immediately.

"You have an upset stomach?" Qin Su walked up to Meng Li, and asked with a face almost touching her face, "But I obviously heard Senior Brother Wu and Zheng say that you ate two meals at noon, are you too much to eat?"

Meng Li lowered her head, even if she had scolded Qin Su thousands of times in her heart, she could only resign herself to playing with him once, but she was stubborn and didn't want to be beaten into a bun, so she immediately released all what she had learned in the past year or so in the Xuanmen, Qin Su never reached out to make a move, only shook his body in an orderly manner to dodge, and finally he finally raised his hand and firmly grabbed Meng Li's fist, Meng Li's entire arm seemed to be clamped and couldn't move anymore. Qin Su dragged her back so hard, Meng Li was thrown forward by a strong force, and the whole person lost her center of gravity, and she fell face down on the ground at that time.

So many people were beaten by Qin Su, but Meng Li alone was the most embarrassed and the most funny. Even Song Zixian covered his mouth and snickered aside, but the swollen side of his face hurt as if he was tearing, so he couldn't cry or laugh at that moment.

Meng Li raised her head from the ground, her face was covered with dust, and the hair on her forehead was also dirty, she spit out the dirt in her mouth, and shook her head desperately to shake off the dirt. Qin Su straightened up and said loudly to her condescendingly: "It's all the previous moves, it turns out that you have been playing soy sauce for the past three days, and you will be punished for going to the kitchen to fetch forty jars of water tonight!"

"Forty cylinders, is this enough?" Meng Li unwillingly pounded the ground hard.

"Then, sixty cylinders!" Qin Su said unmoved, everyone looked at the big boy in front of them with shocked expressions, sixty cylinders, even if they carried a bucket and poured it directly, it would take a long time, not to mention carrying it back step by step from the pond in the back mountain so far away?

Meng Li lay on the ground, and tears of anger were about to fall. In the end, she got up from the ground with a strong head, dusted off the dust on her body, pouted her lips and gritted her teeth, and said, "Sixty cylinders is sixty cylinders!"

That night, all the disciples finished the day's hard training and went back to sleep in the sound of the watch.

In order to strive for excellence in martial arts, Xuanmen has an almost ascetic work and rest system for the disciples in the door. At the end of the day, when the sun rises and the dawn is just shining, all the disciples will get up in the bell to finish washing, and then start breakfast at the morning practice solstice. After the morning meal, the new disciples will go to learn the "Rites and Music", "Books" and other courses, and some older disciples will go through the "Medical Theory", "Jingyi" and other martial arts courses, practice until noon, after the opening bell rings, with the food, after a short rest, the disciples are convenient to practice all kinds of fists, feet, blades and kung fu from time to time, until the end of the day to follow the Buddhist rules of not eating at noon, after a short rest, they will light the night light and go to the evening class until the hour when the lights go out and go back to sleep.

At this time, Meng Li had to come with his brother Song Zixian, carrying buckets back and forth between the waterfall spring and the kitchen in the back mountain, and the two of them were so tired that they turned on their backs. Don't look at carrying water as a rough job, there is no one who has not carried hundreds of large vats for every new disciple, and the lifting, lifting, and walking of carrying water are all exercises for the disciples' leg skills, waist skills, shoulder skills, and pile skills. There is no shortcut to martial arts, only Li can achieve it by studying hard every day, but Meng Li is not a step-by-step person. After Song Zixian's twenty jars of water were filled, he sat idly in the distance, resting while watching Meng Li run back and forth.

At first, Meng Li was able to make a few more buckets smoothly, and she didn't breathe back and forth, but now she was so tired that she was like a dog climbing the steps on the hillside with difficulty. Just as she had already scolded Qin Su's zombie face back and forth countless times in her heart, she suddenly saw a petite figure flying down the stone steps in the distance. The person who came was a child of about seven or eight years old, with a childish face on his face, holding a pair of straight rulers and carrying two buckets of water with his arms steady, and a pair of small feet wearing cloth shoes walking on the stone steps like flying! What was even more astonishing was that the water in the bucket did not spill a drop under his shaking so much!