For a year, Meng Xiuyuan was alone and dared not leave the waterfall pool.

To meditate in it every day, you must use the flowing water to take away the dryness in your heart and overcome difficulties in one go.

During this year, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but want to give up every moment, and many random thoughts popped up in his heart from time to time.

"Why do I have to suffer this?"

"This dry fire continues to burn, I'm afraid it will burn me to death one day."

"Even if I abandon "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" and switch to other things, I can only reach the current realm after a few years with my talent. I am still the best-in-class internal force in the world."

"What's the good thing about this "Pure Yang Wuji Gong"? I will go to Kunlun with Zhang Wuji to find the "Nine Yang Divine Gong". Is it different to be invincible in the world? Why bother?"

"My master said that if you can't hold on, you don't have to endure it. You can teach me other skills."

"I am only fifteen or sixteen years old. Isn't it normal for women to force myself?"

"If I say I want to get married and have children, my master's personality that loves younger generations will definitely be happier to see his disciples. My senior brothers should also make a fuss and help me introduce the young and beautiful female heroes of all major schools."

Such distracting thoughts came and went in Meng Xiuyuan's mind, and went and came again and again. As time became more and more serious, torturing him day and night.

Even Meng Xiuyuan himself couldn't understand how he persevered, and he who had always been good at giving up.

Until late one night, the dryness in my heart suddenly became even worse, so serious that even the waterfall could not be suppressed and the pool could not be cooled. Everything in Meng Xiuyuan's world disappeared, leaving only the dry fire in my heart that wanted to dry people.

He gritted his teeth and practiced the skills of circling and circling.

At some point, a drop of clear spring suddenly fell into my heart, and the evil spirit disappeared like a tide.

The waterfall, the fragrance of flowers, the croaking of frogs, the moonlight, everything appeared truly in Meng Xiuyuan's perception again.

Meng Xiuyuan realized that his achievements had finally been accomplished.

...

The end of the torture over the past year made Meng Xiuyuan feel relieved and finally returned to his normal life.

But after that, because Meng Xiuyuan needed to consolidate, he did not go back to the mountain immediately, but decided to stay by the waterfall and pool for a few days.

Although he no longer needed this waterfall to suppress his heart's anxiety, the practice over the past year has made him accustomed to the quiet environment here, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

But I didn’t expect that today, I suddenly learned from Song Qingshu that my master’s 100th birthday was so close.

Meng Xiu hiked his toes and gently tapped the stone, and his whole body floated to the shore as if he was not subjected to gravity, as fast as a dream.

"Then I'll go back soon, Qingshu, be careful on the way."

Meng Xiuyuan's voice slowly reached Song Qingshu's ears. He looked closely and suddenly, the figure of his uncle was gone in his sight.

He quickly turned his head to look at the edge of the cliff, but saw Meng Xiuyuan swaying like a feather blown by the wind. He raised his foot and easily borrowed force on the steep cliff several times, and then he had already reached the top of the cliff.

The trees, mountains and forests, the peaks and ridges are all as if they are walking on flat ground at Meng Xiuyuan's feet.

The "Tiyun Zong" that Meng Xiuyuan is now using is something he has put in hard work over the years. Although it may not be very exquisite in the subtleties, it cannot resist his internal strength, and the speed of improving the vertebra is still very amazing.

There are not many brilliant light skills in the world, and Wudang Tiyunzong is definitely one of them that is both outstanding and famous.

Like many Wudang Kung Fu, although Tiyun Zong was practicing his legs when he was first practicing, he attached great importance to internal strength if he wanted to go deeper.

Meng Xiuyuan finally practiced "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" to great success this year. Although he had been wasting a year of practice in light skills, he was more free and comfortable than before.

Following the familiar mountain road, I felt the strong wind rushing, and soon Meng Xiuyuan returned to the mountain gate of Wudang.

"Uncle Master!" "Uncle Master, you are finally back." "Uncle Master, are you going to play football together? We just miss one person..."

When the three generations of disciples and Taoist boys in the sect saw Meng Xiuyuan coming back, they greeted him happily, with a natural feeling of intimacy in their eyes.

It is said that in recent years, the Seven Heroes of Wudang have become more and more famous in the martial arts world, and they are all respected heroes. But among the three young disciples of the Wudang Sect, their favorite is this junior teacher who is almost the same age as them.

After all, although Meng Xiuyuan has a high seniority and is favored by his master Zhang Zhenren, he has no airs because of his personality and modern thoughts, and he has the same attitude when he gets along with anyone.

In addition, he likes to play when he doesn't practice martial arts, and "invents" many games including football and poker. It is very popular among children in Wudang and is naturally very popular.

But today, he didn't have the intention to play football with them again, and just asked:

"Where is the master? I'm anxious to see him."

"Master Grandpa is in the room, Master Grandpa is accompanying him." Lingxu in the crowd responded.

"Well, okay. Then you guys kick it first. I'll play together next time. I'll teach you a new trick." Meng Xiuyuan waved his hand, then took a thorn and left again.

"What new moves are you? Uncle Master, please explain it clearly before leaving..." A three-generation disciple who was impatient couldn't help but ask.

"Bengbu yachts, it's amazing, you will know then." Meng Xiuyuan's smile came from afar.

...

"Master! I'm back!" Before the door was completely opened, Meng Xiuyuan's yelling sound had already come in, making people's ears tremble.

Such behavior will seem a bit unruly to other three generations of disciples and even the other seven martial heroes. Only Meng Xiuyuan did this, but it made Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao in the house really happy.

"Xiaoyuan..."

When Zhang Sanfeng heard the sound, he looked at him and saw his little disciple walking into the door happily. He knew that he had definitely had no major problems with his practice. The stone that had been hanging in his heart for a year finally dropped, and his face couldn't help but laugh.

"My junior brother, you haven't seen each other this year, but you have grown a lot. Master, look, this is taller than me." Song Yuanqiao happily hugged Meng Xiuyuan's shoulder and looked up and down carefully.

After a year, I saw my junior brother again and felt that the child grew up so fast that he was already an adult.

"Time flies so fast. I clearly feel that Xiuyuan and Qingshu practice martial arts and play and play together seemed to have happened yesterday, but in this blink of an eye, he is already a handsome young man."

Song Yuanqiao felt inexplicably moved and felt very moved.

Ten years ago, when Meng Xiuyuan had just climbed the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng went down the mountain for Yu Daiyan's affairs, and Song Yuanqiao was doing the things he cared for and taught Meng Xiuyuan, so he naturally had a deep relationship with Meng Xiuyuan.

Unlike other brotherly relationships of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan, the eighth junior brother who was the same age as Qingshu, as if he was looking at his own son.

Now that Meng Xiuyuan has grown up, Song Yuanqiao naturally feels a little relieved.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Xiu Yuan was born handsome and handsome since childhood, but he was so tall.

I just lost weight, did I not eat enough in the mountains this year..."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled cheerfully on his face, as if he was very free and easy, but he still couldn't help but worry about his disciples. He reached out and held Meng Xiuyuan's wrist to investigate his internal skills practice.

"Your skill... has it done?!" Zhang Sanfeng felt the vigorous and mellow pure yang internal force in Meng Xiuyuan's body, and a shimmer flashed in his eyes, looking up at Meng Xiuyuan and asked.

"It's done, it was just completed two days ago.

I was thinking about consolidating for a few more days, but after hearing Qingshu talk about the time, I realized that I almost missed your 100th birthday, Master."

Meng Xiuyuan said with a smile, as if he was not himself who was burned by the fire a few days ago.

"If this Pure Yang Gong wants to achieve great success, it will test talent for others, but it will test perseverance and character for you.

It’s not easy, it’s not easy. Xiao Xiuyuan probably endured a lot of hardships this year…”

Zhang Sanfeng patted Meng Xiuyuan's hand with heartache. As the scholarly gods were like him, he naturally knew what life Meng Xiuyuan had lived this year, and therefore he attached more importance to this little disciple who had gritted his teeth and persevered.

He looked at Meng Xiuyuan with kindness and said warmly:

"Actually, what can I do if I pass the so-called birthday? You know, both our master and apprentice are the same, and we have never liked these cumbersome things. It would be better to invite a large group of martial arts fellows to visit us to celebrate the birthday than to be comfortable for our own family members to close the door and have a meal.

But you, the fifth brother and wife, returned to the mountain two days ago, and only you have not met before, so you should indeed meet each other.

My subordinates have a total of eight of you. Today is the complete one. This is the real joy.

It would be happier to see that you eight of you are completely and peacefully in front of me, and you would live another hundred years later than me."
Chapter completed!