"The supreme king of martial arts, the dragon-slaying sword, commands the world, no one dares to disobey!"
"Alas, my teacher was paralyzed in bed because of the Dragon Slaying Sword!"
"Qingyun, you have to remember, never show off your strength when walking in the world!"
Yu Daiyan, who was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, looked up at the sky with a bitter sigh on his face.
On the left side of the wheelchair, squatting was a handsome Taoist boy of eleven or twelve years old. His name was Lu Qingyun, and he was Yu Daiyan's only disciple.
At this moment, he was poking ants on the stone slab with his wooden sword.
"Damn it, the sword is for practice, not for poking ants!"
"hehe."
Lu Qingyun stopped what he was doing, scratched his head sheepishly, and looked at Yu Daiyan strangely.
Normally, Master would talk endlessly about what happened back then, why he changed his gender today, and it would be over in three sentences.
"Let me practice Wudang Changquan, Wudang Mianzhang, and Wudang Swordsmanship for my master!"
This apprentice is good at everything, but he is not interested in martial arts training. If he hadn't been watching him every day, he might have hidden away and been lazy again.
"Master, there are so many. The weather is hot, why not practice Tao Changquan."
Lu Qingyun looked reluctant after hearing this.
It takes about ten minutes to perform a set of Wudang Changquan in a pretentious manner.
But the master's temperament really gives people a headache. If there is even the slightest deviation, you have to practice again.
Fist, palm, sword, don't even think about stopping within two hours.
"Ouch, Master, my stomach suddenly hurts. I can't stand it anymore. I want to go to the latrine!"
Lu Qingyun rolled his eyes, and before Yu Daiyan could react, he covered his stomach with one hand and his butt with the other and pretended to run away.
"You bastard!" Yu Daiyan looked at his apprentice's retreating back and couldn't help but laugh angrily.
"Third brother, what's so funny?" Mo Shenggu walked in from the door with a smile.
Yu Daiyan rolled his eyes angrily, "I'm almost pissed off by that brat!"
Song Yuanqiao, the eldest brother of the Wudang Seven Heroes, manages Wudang for his master Zhang Sanfeng and has many affairs all day long.
The second brother Yu Lianzhou and the west brother Zhang Songxi travel all year round for Wudang.
The fifth brother Zhang Cuishan passed away two years ago.
The sixth brother Yin Liting was obsessed with Ji Xiaofu all day long. Apart from practicing his sword, he would sit in a daze and occasionally get drunk and go crazy.
He is disabled and relies on a wheelchair to walk all day long. He cannot teach Lu Qingyun martial arts, so he can only ask his seventh brother Mo Shenggu.
It looked decent at first, but after a few months it didn't.
Mo Shenggu was coaxed by the brat so that he spent the whole day either catching birds in the forest, fishing in the river, or playing in the town below the mountain.
I don’t know why he, an uncle, is so easy to fool!
"Children are naturally playful. Didn't Third Brother take me around like this at that time?" Mo Shenggu said with a smile.
"You kid actually blamed me." Yu Daiyan smiled.
"No way, Qingyun has a good talent. Once his character is determined, he will definitely be better than us in the future!"
Mo Shenggu liked Lu Qingyun from the bottom of his heart.
In the third generation of Wudang, Song Qingshu is young and mature, acts in a strict manner, and is a carbon copy of Song Yuanqiao, which is really boring.
Only Qingyun is lively and childlike, adding a lot of vitality to Wudang.
"The character of a young man cannot be improved unless it is tempered. You always lead him to do mischief. What will happen in the future? Wudang will still have to rely on him and Qingshu for support in the future."
Yu Daiyan's body became weak after the injury, and sitting in a wheelchair for a long time was not good for recovery.
Mo Shenggu walked to the back, grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and shouted towards the latrine with a smile: "You brat, don't fall into the trap. I'll send your master back to his room to rest first."
"Okay Uncle Qi, I'll be fine soon."
Lu Qingyun was squatting in the toilet, with yellow straw paper stuck in his nose, a smile on his face, and responded loudly.
He knew in his heart that his master, Yu Daiyan, had good intentions when supervising his martial arts training.
But he just doesn't want to practice.
Every day I get up earlier than a chicken and go to bed later than a dog. It's boring and boring, and my whole body aches. It's even more uncomfortable than the 996 life in my previous life.
Yes, Lu Qingyun is a time traveler.
A sleepy man inexplicably came to the martial arts world written by Jin Lao.
Fortunately, he became a disciple of Yu Daiyan, the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
The Wudang Sect is a famous sect in the world, and its founder Zhang Sanfeng is also a senior figure in the martial arts world.
With this great god under his control, the Wudang Sect prospered.
The days before Lu Qingyun was five years old were so comfortable. As long as he acted cute every day, he would be comfortable all day long.
But after he turned five, that was the beginning of his nightmare.
Get up before dawn and practice Wudang Kung Fu with Wudang disciples.
Lajin opens up the back and strengthens the body. The feeling is really sour and refreshing.
He doesn't want to practice martial arts, he just wants to memorize scriptures like other Taoist boys.
Unfortunately, he is Yu Daiyan's only disciple.
The scriptures must be memorized and the exercises must be practiced.
There are twelve hours in a day, and only the western hour is the time to sleep.
Except when he had to go to Zixiao Palace to practice martial arts with his fellow sect members, he could run away whenever he could and hide whenever he could.
The hut became his best refuge.
After Yu Daiyan was settled, Mo Shenggu walked to the latrine and kicked off the robe.
Looking at Lu Qingyun, who didn't even take off his pants, he laughed and scolded: "You brat, I really belong to you in the latrine!"
"Hey, Uncle Qi, why are you like this?"
With a dark face, Lu Qingyun pulled out the thatch paper stuffed in his nostrils and walked out of the hut.
"Come out quickly and practice your fists, palms, and swords for me."
"What?"
After enduring the stench for so long, I still have to practice!
"You made Uncle Qi and I get scolded by your master in the room. If you don't supervise your practice, your master will go to your great master to complain."
"If you don't feel good then, I will feel bad too!"
"Hurry up." Mo Shenggu slapped him.
Lu Qingyun turned sideways and hid.
He had to take a good stance, make a fist with his right hand, and hit it hard.
After practicing a move, Lu Qingyun turned to Mo Shenggu and whispered: "Uncle Qi, a Yangzhou cook has come to the town below the mountain. His Huaiyang cuisine is comparable to that of the imperial chef. How about we go and try it?"
"You brat, are you going down the mountain? Bah, just keep practicing."
Mo Shenggu had nothing to do with his little nephew.
Every time he supervises the practice, he will be led astray within a few moments.
"Uncle Qi, why are you so anxious about practicing? My nephew, I spent a lot of money to brew a bottle of Liuliangye for you yesterday, just waiting for today."
Hearing that Lu Qingyun was making wine, Mo Shenggu's face showed surprise.
Who in Wudang doesn't know that Lu Qingyun is a master of wine making.
Even Master Zhang Sanfeng was full of praise.
It's just that it takes a lot of effort to make wine, and Lu Qingyun is a child, so they, the elders, are embarrassed to ask for it.
"The Yangzhou cook won't leave tomorrow, right?" Mo Shenggu swallowed with a smile in his eyes.
"Not sure."
"Then let's go try?"
"It's necessary. If the craftsmanship is not good, we will destroy his brand."
Mo Shenggu glanced at Yu Daiyan's room and saw that there was no movement inside, so he raised his voice.
"Qingyun, you can't tell anything by practicing like this. You have to practice with Qingshu's nephew to know the depth."
"Really, Uncle Qi. Then shall we go find Senior Brother Qingshu now?"
"Yes." Mo Shenggu nodded seriously and said in the direction of Yu Daiyan's room: "Third brother, I took Qingyun to find Qingshu."
Ps: Friendly reminder, those who are particularly concerned about the timeline in the original work should proceed with caution.
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