Since he started learning Wudang Changquan on the first day and was hit by Song Qingshu's martial arts talent, Meng Xiuyuan never thought that he would be a martial arts genius.

Moreover, the value of this martial arts genius is even higher than that of the knowledgeable Comrade Lao Zhang or Meng Xiuyuan, who has read the Jin martial arts novels, has never heard of it.

In the next few days, after Zhang Sanfeng's personal guidance and repeated verification, Meng Xiuyuan was once again determined to have a talent that is rare in the world in the cultivation of internal skills.

Even a great master like Zhang Sanfeng couldn't understand why Meng Xiuyuan, a martial arts understanding, is lower than the average level of the martial arts world, has ordinary roots and bones, ordinary meridians, and has never eaten any treasures of heaven and earth, and has such talent in internal skills, but the facts in front of him are like this:

At the same stage, practicing the same internal skills, Meng Xiuyuan's hard work for one day was as good as Zhang Sanfeng's own ten-day work.

This also explains why he was able to practice a set of ordinary Wudang Changquan from the outside to the inside in the past six months, and why Meng Xiuyuan felt so comfortable when practicing internal skills.

Because of his ability, the entire cultivation process has been greatly compressed, so that both the results and the experience have become more significant.

...

Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, no matter who heard this news, he would be as frightened as Song Yuanqiao at that time, with a look of seeing a ghost. This is not that they lacked enough qi cultivation, but that the news itself is too terrifying.

You should know that martial arts practice is inherently restricted by personal talent, so the same kung fu is put into the hands of different people, and the effects of practicing are also very different.

This is even more true for internal skills. Some people practice faster and some people practice slower. Ordinary people may not reach the height of a genius who is twenty or thirty years old after their whole life. The gap is so big that it is a pity.

As a great master of martial arts who is unparalleled in history and the world, Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts talent is already considered to be the best. There are not many people who dare to stand up and say that their martial arts talent is higher than his in history.

Meng Xiuyuan actually practiced ten times faster, which was simply unreasonable.

"Eighth Junior Brother, he... is he really a human?" When the senior brothers discussed this, Yin Liting, who was eighteen or nineteen, was so shocked that his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Looking back on Meng Xiuyuan's mature conversation, all kinds of outstanding behaviors after going up the mountain, and even his very mysterious origin, Yin Liting, who was at the age of rich imagination, couldn't help but think too much.

"Lao Liu, what are you talking nonsense? What else can you do if you are not a human being?!" Yu Lianzhou's eyebrows stood out, which scared Yin Liting so much that he was afraid to speak.

"Second brother, I think it's okay for the sixth brother to think so. The eighth junior brother looks very similar to the female hero Guo Xiang, and has such unreasonable talent. It's really inevitable that people will guess the theory of ghosts and gods.

I think, maybe the eighth junior brother is the reincarnation of the female hero Guo Xiang... He is not practicing martial arts, but just restoring his previous life's skills. Otherwise, how could ordinary people have the speed of practicing internal skills like this?" Mo Shenggu echoed Yin Liting and said.

"Seventh brother, Guo Xiang is an old friend of his master and our senior, how can you let nonsense?!" Yu Lianzhou became more angry and scolded Mo Shenggu.

"Yes, second brother, I was wrong, I was wrong." When Yu Lianzhou, Mo Shenggu Jing, said really, he found that he was talking a little wrong, so he quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it... The eighth junior brother's origin is not needed to discuss it more, and the master naturally has a distinction in his heart.

You just need to know that no matter what, he is our eighth junior brother, and this will not change!

As senior brothers, we just need to protect him, love him, and take good care of him."

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand to signal everyone to stop, and then said earnestly.

"Yes, brother!"

When the junior brothers heard this, their eyes were stunned. Thinking about what the senior brother said, they nodded and made a secret promise in their hearts.

No matter what, I have to take good care of this junior brother.

...

In the next two months, Meng Xiuyuan almost studied and taught by Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Zhenren taught his disciples that they had always taught according to their aptitude. Seeing that Meng Xiuyuan had such amazing internal strength, he thought about spreading his profound internal skills in the Wudang Sect.

The careful teaching in these two months is to lay the foundation for learning this profound exercise.

From Taoist theory to the meridian points of the human body, Meng Xiuyuan didn’t understand too many things and needed to start systematically from scratch.

Fortunately, he was not too stupid in studying, and as a student majoring in traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life, he was somewhat of a basic foundation, but fortunately he did not study too slowly.

One day two months later, after Meng Xiuyuan learned the content taught by Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly called him in front of him without warning and asked him some strange questions.

"Xiuyuan, although you are still young, you are very thoughtful and can distinguish right from wrong, so you still need to ask you some things about your teacher.

Have you ever thought about why you want to learn martial arts?"

Zhenren Zhang still had kind eyes when speaking, but he had more solemnity than when he spoke on weekdays, which forced Meng Xiuyuan to take it seriously.

To be honest, Meng Xiuyuan heard this question very well. In martial arts movie novels, when Fan Jiao people wanted to accept disciples and teach their skills, they often asked their disciples this question, which was already a bit vulgar. But when Zhang Zhenren asked him, Meng Xiuyuan was still stunned for a moment before answering according to his heart:

"Master, I want to learn martial arts. There are many reasons why I may not explain it clearly.

The world is difficult and the court is incompetent. Learning martial arts well can not only protect yourself, but also not be afraid of being harmed by bad people every day. When you want to take action to take charge of unfair things, you don’t have to leave regrets because of your lack of ability.

Besides, I think learning martial arts is a kind of happiness.

I felt amazing when I saw my senior brothers jumping to one or two feet tall. I personally experienced that there were many magical changes in just over half a year.

So I really want to know how powerful it would be when practicing martial arts to the end, or even above the end, and what kind of person would become…”

Meng Xiuyuan was a little nagging, but Zhang Sanfeng was not impatient. Instead, the more he heard, the more he smiled, the more he heard the corners of his mouth.

Over the past two months, the master and apprentice have gradually become familiar with each other. Zhang Sanfeng gradually realized that Meng Xiuyuan's special temperament that was different from his other apprentices came from hundreds of years later.

In addition, Meng Xiuyuan is just a six or seven-year-old child, and Zhang Sanfeng is also an open-minded and unconventional person, so the two get along freely, without much respect and complicated etiquette, not like masters and apprentices, but more like a pair of grandparents with bloodlines.

Now that he heard what Meng Xiuyuan said, he was very close to what he thought, Zhang Sanfeng felt relieved. He never thought that this child was so similar to his youth, and his affection even more.

"Well said, Xiuyuan. It is not easy for you to have such ideas at a young age." Zhang Sanfeng smiled and touched Meng Xiuyuan's head, then continued:

"You just said that if you see injustice on the road, you want to be a hero and take charge. Then I will ask you again, in your heart, what does the word "门" mean...

What do you think is a hero?”

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, perhaps because he was afraid that Meng Xiuyuan was too young after all, and it was difficult for him to answer such profound questions for a while, so he asked again:

"Or talk to your master, who in your heart is who you think is the most powerful hero."

Meng Xiuyuan didn't think much about it when he heard this.

If he had just traveled through time, in order to stay on this Wudang Mountain to be Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, he might have carefully designed it to praise the Seven Heroes of Wudang and Zhang Sanfeng without any trace.

But after more than half a year, Meng Xiuyuan felt that from the Master to the Senior Brother, he treated him sincerely, as kind and warm as a family, so he didn't want to say anything that went against his will. Since the Master asked him about these things, he just wanted to hear his true thoughts, and he shouldn't be silly.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and said sincerely from the bottom of his heart:

"The disciple thinks that the real hero should be Senior Guo Jing, who was the only one guarding Xiangyang back then.

Like him, although he is very skilled in martial arts, he can enjoy a lifetime of happiness on Taohua Island, but he spends decades of time to face the Mongolian army to guard an isolated city. It is really tragic and admirable.

The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people, and he must be like this."

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he was stunned at first as if he had remembered something, and then his eyes became softer:

"Okay, good boy..."

The sound is murmur, making people almost unable to hear clearly.

Seeing that he was abnormal, Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, nothing." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said:

"Xiuyuan, go back and rest early. Come here sooner tomorrow. You have already laid a good foundation. I should teach you the real internal strength of our Wudang Sect."

Although Meng Xiuyuan didn't know what was going on, he heard that he would be able to learn advanced internal skills tomorrow, and he was only happy in his heart. He didn't think so much about it. After celebrating his master, he went back to the house.

What he didn't see was that after he left, Zhang Sanfeng took out a pair of small iron arhats from his arms, held them in his palms and looked at them for a long time, his eyes as they were just like when they looked at him.
Chapter completed!