Meng Xiuyuan didn't know that Song Qingshu had such a big opinion on him, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

Because now, he obviously has more important things to face and has no time to pay attention to a child's thoughts.

While practicing alone in the afternoon, Meng Xiuyuan recalled what happened in the morning and gradually figured out the key points.

The reason why he was not adapted to Song Yuanqiao's teaching method at that time, and even felt that Song Yuanqiao would not teach his disciples at the root. In fact, the fault was not the other party, but his own reasons.

Meng Xiuyuan's qualifications to practice martial arts were too low in sects like Wudang, so low that Song Yuanqiao was unexpected, so he was unable to teach according to his aptitude at the first time.

As far as the truth is concerned, Meng Xiuyuan felt that he could not blame this, because in his perception, it was impossible for most people to remember a set of boxing techniques so easily.

For example, take Meng Xiuyuan's previous life to learn radio gymnastics at school. For example, in just a few simple movements, even if the teacher teaches them slowly one by one, most students will have to learn for half an afternoon.

These 32-stage Wudang Changquan are far more difficult than radio gymnastics in terms of difficulty and number of movements. Song Daxia did not make any decomposition movements, and did not stop to give people time to think. To be honest, most people will definitely not remember it if they hit it a few times.

Meng Xiuyuan can remember half of it after reading it a few times, which is already very good among ordinary people.

The only thing that is, the Wudang Sect, which has been inaugurated for decades, is obviously implementing elite education.

Whether it is Song Qingshu or Song Yuanqiao's generation, the seven martial artists are all among the people, and their understanding of martial arts is far beyond ordinary people. Don't look at them as the top masters compared to Yang Dingtian and Sandu and others, they can be considered one of them in a thousand ways, but looking at the world, they can be considered one in a thousand.

Even the three generations of the Wudang Sect disciples were carefully selected when they entered the mountain gate, requiring both character and talent.

With their conspicuousness, Meng Xiuyuan, an ordinary person, naturally became very embarrassed.

However, this time it was difficult to travel through time, although it was not talented, Meng Xiuyuan did not give up on himself.

Isn’t this the case for people? You have to try hard to be willing to be willing to do so.

So throughout the afternoon and evening, Meng Xiuyuan devoted himself to practicing this set of Wudang Changquan with even more enthusiasm. He went back and forth in a remote place in the backyard and beat the boxing technique back and forth more than ten times.

He knew that his body was too young now, but he was only six or seven years old and could not withstand too much intensity of exercise. So after every time he finished boxing, he would sit on the stone pier next to him to rest for a while, taking this opportunity to carefully recall the shortcomings of his boxing skills and correct them next time.

We strive to concentrate and gain something every time we hit Wudang Long Fist.

Therefore, this boxing technique doesn't sound much after being hit ten times, but it really exhausted Meng Xiuyuan's spirit and physical strength.

It was not until he was so tired that he couldn't stand up that he came to his senses that it was already pitch black around him.

"Hu~" Meng Xiuyuan moved to the stone bench with difficulty and sat down, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I sighed secretly that I had never been so devoted to preparing for the college entrance examination back then.

However, efforts always pay off. In just half a day, his Wudang Long Fist was basically proficient, and there were earth-shaking changes compared to the morning.

This solid progress brings an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Meng Xiuyuan felt that he was so drifty

He subconsciously began to look forward to the future in his heart:

"If I work hard for a day, I will make such great progress. If I work hard so much every day in the future and persist for decades, that would be great?!

Although my martial arts qualifications are average, the Wudang Sect’s kung fu is very powerful. When my master Zhang Zhenren comes back, he can still guide my kung fu personally.

As long as I keep practicing hard, even if I am not as good as the Seven Heroes of Wudang and Song Qingshu in the future, I am not as good as Zhang Wuji, the two elders of Xuanming, the four monks of Shaolin, the four great Dharma kings of Xiaoyao, the four great Dharma kings of Miejue, the two masters of Kunlun, the He Taichong of Kunlun, and the Xianyutong of Huashan...

Ahem.

In short, as long as I work hard on my own, maybe I can become a master of the level of the Five Elders of Kongtong before I die?"

The moment when the thoughts changed from sensibility to rationality, the result of this analysis wiped out Meng Xiuyuan's passion.

He looked at the moon in the sky again and said nothing.

After a while, a sincere inquiry suddenly came from this secluded small courtyard:

"Is the system here?"

The breeze blows by, and the stars in the sky are still shining brightly.

Unfortunately, the only response to Meng Xiuyuan was the croaking sound of frogs in the pond not far away.

...

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Meng Xiuyuan dragged his sore body and crawled out of the quilt early.

After all, depression is depression, and the exercises that need to be practiced must be practiced.

After simply eating, washing and going to the toilet, Meng Xiuyuan came to the open space yesterday again and received the guidance of his senior brother Song Yuanqiao.

Today, Song Yuanqiao did not teach anything new as soon as he got up, but checked the "after-class homework" of Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu. That is, both Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu beat the Wudang Changquan that they learned yesterday to correct their mistakes.

During this period, Song Yuanqiao was still very double-standard.

When Song Qingshu was doing boxing, although there was nothing wrong with one set of boxing, Song Yuanqiao's face looked very bad throughout the whole process. As soon as this little guy stopped, Song Yuanqiao scolded him for being playful and not working hard.

When it comes to Meng Xiuyuan, although he obviously feels that his boxing skills are not as good as Song Qingshu's, Song Yuanqiao has a good attitude towards him, and praises him for saying "He has such a mind at a young age and will have a bright future in the future." Song Qingshu next to him rolled his eyes and blamed his father for being too partial.

"Senior Brother, please stop saying that. My Wudang Long Fist is far worse than Qingshu..." Meng Xiuyuan himself felt a little embarrassed by being hyped.

"No, junior brother. Although you have some omissions in boxing, I can see that you definitely worked hard alone yesterday.

You should know that learning martial arts cannot achieve success in one or two days. Certainty is important, but your diligence and hard work are equally important." Song Yuanqiao spoke sincerely.

Song Yuanqiao said this. Although Meng Xiuyuan's face was still hot, he couldn't refute anything anymore. He had to bow his head and mean to be taught.

When Song Qingshu saw this scene, he was so angry that his cheeks bulged, as if he had practiced the toad skill.

Fortunately, this paragraph soon turned over. Song Yuanqiao said that he would teach them a new skill today.

"I am teaching you the "meditation and breathing method" today, which is said to be internal practice, but it cannot be said to be true internal strength. It can only be regarded as a simple breathing method.

There is no need to force it when practicing, just calm your mind and let it go.”

Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu are only six or seven years old now, and have not remembered all the meridians and acupuncture points. Naturally, Song Yuanqiao could not teach them their true internal skills.

This method of meditation and breathing simplifies the internal strength of Wudang and is the simplest and peaceful one made by Zhang Sanfeng himself.

If a child practices well, he will strengthen his body and cure diseases, nourish his meridians, and lay the foundation for real internal skills in the future. Even if he practices wrongly, he will only make two hiccups and farts, which will not hurt his body.

In short, it is just laying the foundation for real practicing internal skills in the future.

However, what surprised Meng Xiuyuan was that although he had no talent in boxing and martial arts, he learned this "meditation and breathing method" very quickly.

Perhaps because of the mature thinking of an adult and the experience of being a student of traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life, Song Yuanqiao only said this method once, and Meng Xiuyuan seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his heart, understanding it all.

Not long after, Meng Xiuyuan, under the guidance of Song Yuanqiao's internal energy, entered what he said, "Silence and rest, and the spirit will not leak out", and felt very wonderful.

Such a magical state made Meng Xiuyuan unable to feel the concept of time, and he didn't know how long it took.

When Meng Xiuyuan woke up again, his mind became clearer and his body felt much less sore than in the morning. However, it was because of cross-sitting that blood vessels in the lower limbs were blocked, tingling and numb, and it was so uncomfortable.

When he forced himself to stand up, if Song Yuanqiao hadn't helped him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Senior Brother, why does my legs hurt so much? Is it because I am too weak? Or is my qualifications not good?"

Meng Xiuyuan saw Song Qingshu not far away from the corner of his eyes, and had already started practicing boxing on his own. He was not as painful as him, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious.

But unexpectedly, this time he was a little cheap and obedient.

"No matter where, beginners will have pain in their legs when meditating, they cannot be avoided. What you have to say should be that you have been sitting for too long, and it took nearly two hours." Song Yuanqiao looked at Meng Xiuyuan, with appreciation in his eyes.

Meng Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly looked up. Sure enough, the sun was already hanging above his head at some point. Isn’t it already noon?

"It's really been so long..." Meng Xiuyuan was still a little unbelievable.

"Young brother, you are really talented in the internal cultivation. In the future, you will officially learn the profound internal skills of our Wudang Sect, but you must study more in this." Song Yuanqiao, who rarely praises his juniors, couldn't help but praise sincerely at this moment.

In fact, if we talk about the truth, he only said three points in his mouth, but he still had seven points in his heart.

You should know that the most difficult thing for children to practice is not the boxing and foot movement, but the cross-sitting and quiet skills. They are young and lively and active, and their minds are not mature enough. Generally speaking, children may not even be able to sit down. How can they understand the so-called "silence and rest, and the spirit will not leak out".

Although Meng Xiuyuan did not practice the serious internal skills, he could actually enter into tranquility so smoothly after sitting cross-legged for the first time. He unknowingly persisted for two hours. It was really the only thing Song Yuanqiao saw in his life.
Chapter completed!