The Wudang Sect has always had the habit of morning exercises. Song Qingshu didn't come yesterday because he was recovering from a serious illness. Song Yuanqiao specifically asked him to rest for a day.
But today Song Qingshu couldn't escape no matter what.
But he enjoyed it. Looking at the energetic junior disciples, Song Qingshu seemed to think of the early training and elementary school in Quanzhen.
Morning exercises are mainly about practicing "Wudang Sword Technique" and meditating.
The person who leads the daily morning exercises changes from time to time.
But they are all one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
In other words, he is either his cheap father or his uncle.
Of the six uncles, the third uncle, Yu Daiyan, was paralyzed and could not preside over the morning exercises. The fifth uncle, Zhang Cuishan, uh, needless to say, was already cold, and the remaining uncles all took charge of the morning exercises.
The person presiding over the morning training today is Yu Lianzhou, the second master's uncle.
The second uncle was taciturn, but the most kind, and he loved Song Qingshu very much.
As soon as he came on stage, he nodded towards Song Qingshu and took a good look at him.
This move clearly highlighted the status of Senior Brother Song Qingshu.
The characteristics of Wudang swordsmanship are the combination of speed and slowness, hardness and softness. During practice, the sword is required to be carried with the body, and the form and intention, intention and energy, and energy and spirit must be combined in the spiritual form.
So it seems that the swordsmanship is not very fast and has no lethality. However, after practicing it to a high level and using "Wudang Swordsmanship" in actual combat, every move has a profound meaning.
Because "Wudang Sword Technique" was loaded, Song Qingshu's performance during morning exercises was particularly outstanding. His movements were not much different from Yu Lianzhou on the stage, and in some places the sword was even more smooth than Yu Lianzhou's dance.
This made Yu Lianzhou's eyes brighten up on the stage, and he thought to himself: Qingshu has worked hard on his martial arts training recently, and he has lived up to his senior brother's expectations.
After practicing the sword, a group of disciples sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate.
Song Qingshu, Gu Xu, and Qingxu are naturally practicing internal skills, while those outer disciples who have not taught internal skills are closing their eyes to rest, and their hearts are naturally cool.
Looking at it this way, some people may say that the Wudang Sect is too cheating, accepting money from people and not teaching others real skills.
But reality is indeed so cruel.
In the Jianghu, a martial art that is feasible to practice, regardless of internal and external aspects, is passed on to sons rather than daughters. It takes three years to take a disciple, test and teach for three years, and finally teach it.
Not to mention that Wudang is willing to teach "Wudang Sword Technique". These outer disciples practice it all the year round, and they will live longer. In the future, when they become masters, it is not a problem to compare one to five.
Therefore, the Wudang Sect's approach not only does not show their stinginess, but is actually an extremely kind move.
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Just meditate like this until the sun rises high.
The disciples then left with their swords in hand. After that, they either practiced their swordsmanship on their own or sparred with their fellow apprentices.
Song Qingshu was not idle at this time, and he was not the first to leave like before.
Instead, he corrected the actions of the disciples and explained difficult problems to them.
Those disciples saw that the questions they raised were solved by Song Qingshu in a few words.
While feeling ashamed of myself, I also felt a sense of admiration.
"Senior brother, you are worthy of being a senior brother. You can master such difficult things." This is the voice of most disciples.
After finishing his morning training, Yu Lianzhou wanted to leave with Song Qingshu, and asked him how his recovery was and encouraged him. His martial arts progress was very fast.
But who knew that Song Qingshu did not leave, but was there to help the outer disciples solve their swordsmanship problems.
Seeing this, Yu Lianzhou showed a happy smile on his face.
"Don't hide your selfishness, care for your fellow students, but my eldest brother said that Qing Shu was naughty. Now I think about it, it's just self-effacing words. You can teach me a kid."
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Time flies by like a flash, and two months have passed in a blink of an eye.
During this period, Song Qingshu's reputation for calmness and universal love spread throughout the Wudang Sect.
Even the stern Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but smile when talking about Song Qingshu recently.
On this day, Zhang Sanfeng, who went out to seek medical treatment for Zhang Wuji, came back with a little girl dressed simply.
Song Yuanqiao took Song Qingshu to greet him.
"Master, you're back, why don't you see Wuji here?" Song Yuanqiao asked, looking at Zhang Sanfeng, who had gray hair but had a masterly demeanor.
Zhang Sanfeng touched his beard and sighed: "My son Wuji went to the Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal Hu Qingniu."
Although Hu Qingniu's medical skills were well-known far and wide, Zhang Sanfeng was not optimistic that he could cure Zhang Wuji. He could only say that there was a glimmer of hope.
If you really want to remove the cold internal energy from Wuji's body, you still need the help of an expert who practices the "Nine Yang Divine Art".
Song Qingshu looked at the white-haired old man Zhang Sanfeng. After looking at him curiously, he said respectfully: "Master."
"Qingshu, you came just in time. This child's name is Zhou Zhiruo. How about you take more care of her in the past few days?" Zhang Sanfeng said kindly.
Zhang Sanfeng behaved in a friendly manner, and even a few simple words made Song Qingshu have a good impression of him.
Song Qingshu nodded and said, "Okay, Grand Master, I will take good care of sister Zhiruo."
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded with a smile: "Qingshu, you take Zhiruo out to play first, and I'll talk to your father about things."
"Yes, Grand Master."
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to hold the somewhat timid Zhou Zhiruo.
But he found that her little hands were clasped together, and she was embarrassed to look at him.
So Song Qingshu took a step forward, took Zhou Zhiruo's hand and said, "Sister Zhiruo, let's go."
Zhou Zhiruo struggled slightly and found that it was useless, so she was led out of the room by Song Qingshu.
inside the house. Song Yuanqiao looked at the two children holding hands and leaving, and couldn't help but said: "Master, this child Zhiruo..."
"Zhiruo is a child that Wuji and I met on the road. Her father was killed by thieves, leaving her alone. The martial arts taught by my Wudang sect are not suitable for girls to learn. I plan to send her away in a few days. Go to Mount Emei and ask Master Miejie to take her in," Zhang Sanfeng said.
Song Yuanqiao nodded and asked: "Master, can the Butterfly Valley medical fairy cure Wuji? How long will it take for Wuji to return to Wudang?"
Zhang Sanfeng did not answer after hearing this. He looked at the towering mountains outside the window and said slowly: "Do your best and obey fate. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope..."
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"You don't have to be afraid. Our Wudang sect is all good people. You just came back with Grand Master. Are you hungry? Let me take you to eat." Song Qingshu pulled Zhou Zhiruo and said seriously.
Zhou Zhiruo raised his head and looked at the beautiful Song Qingshu, but couldn't help but lower his head.
I thought to myself that this little brother is really good-looking, but why am I a little afraid of getting along with him.
His clothes were so neat, but I was wearing patched clothes. How should I answer him?
Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was timid and dared not speak, and felt pity while feeling a headache in his heart.
She lost her parents at such a young age, and she wasn't like herself, so she must have suffered a lot.
"If you don't speak, it means you acquiesce. Let's go." Song Qingshu still held Zhou Zhiruo's hand and walked towards the kitchen.
