"I'm in good health. It's okay to drink some wine." Lu Qingyun was unconvinced and raised his fists for comparison.
"Yeah?"
Zhang Sanfeng threw away the chicken bones, wiped his body with his right hand, stretched out his five fingers and put them on Lu Qingyun's wrist, "You brat, that's good. You have some internal strength."
"What nonsense? I practice every day, how can I have no internal strength?"
Lu Qingyun was dissatisfied and broke away from Zhang Sanfeng.
He started practicing martial arts when he was five years old. Although he mostly did soy sauce, he still practiced hard for a period of time in order to be wary of surprise inspections by his master Yu Daiyan.
Coupled with the fact that he has been watched every day in the past few years, he has made some progress.
"Have you practiced "Pure Yang Wuji Kung"?"
"It's boring, I'm too lazy to practice."
"What do you mean you're too lazy to practice?"
"How dare you not practice the techniques that I worked so hard and put so much effort into creating?"
Zhang Sanfeng jumped three feet, staring with big copper bell-like eyes, breathing heavily.
"Why are you so anxious! "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" is profound and profound. I haven't figured it out yet. When I figure it out one day, won't I practice it?"
Lu Qingyun broke off a piece of chicken and handed it over with a flattering smile on his face.
"Wait until you figure it out and you don't know the year of the monkey and the month of the horse!"
Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows.
I don't know what he is thinking.
In his eyes, the martial arts that everyone in Wudang is chasing after is not as interesting as catching birds and fishing.
Lu Qingyun ate two pieces of a roast chicken and sacrificed the rest to Zhang Sanfeng's Five Zang Temple.
Without any choice.
I had to go to the forest to catch a pheasant.
By the time he was full, the sky had darkened.
"Master, where should I sleep tonight?"
When Lu Qingyun came to Yuxu Palace, he had no intention of running in both directions. Based on the principle of proximity, I chose to find a room to rest in Yuxu Palace.
"You can't sleep except in the main hall. You can sleep wherever you want."
"Master Tai, I'm going to find a place to sleep. See you tomorrow."
Looking at Lu Qingyun's leaving figure, Zhang Sanfeng showed a smile on his face.
"You brat, didn't you think about "Pure Yang Wuji Kung" well? Then you will suffer tonight!"
Kasabi.
Lu Qingyun has a cold.
He knew that there was a big temperature difference between morning and evening in Wudang Mountain.
I usually don't feel much when sleeping under a quilt, but last night I lay naked on the altar table in the side hall and slept all night. I was woken up by the cold many times.
He couldn't find a thick piece of cloth to cover him with, causing him to sneeze a lot in the morning.
I was woken up by the Taoist boy in a daze, wiped my face and came to the main hall.
"Xiao Yunzi, did you sleep well last night?"
"Hey, I have a cold. My body is not feeling well!"
Zhang Sanfeng had a wicked smile on his face.
"It's okay, just drink some medicine later and you'll be fine."
Lu Ping'an is a little dizzy now.
"What kind of medicine do you want to drink? You can practice Wudang Changquan, Wudang Mianzhang, and Wudang Swordsmanship. Just work up a sweat and you'll be fine."
"Fine."
Lu Ping'an got into a stance and started fighting with Wudang Changquan one after another.
Not to mention, after Wudang Changquan, the body began to warm up.
"Well done." Zhang Sanfeng nodded.
Playing? He's not a monkey.
If his head wasn't still a little groggy and he didn't have enough energy, he would have had a fight with Zhang Sanfeng.
By the time Wudang's palm strikes were halfway through, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his dizzy head began to wake up.
After practicing Wudang swordsmanship, my head will no longer feel dizzy. But my nose still kept flowing.
"No, I still have to take medicine. Grand Master gave me two cold-repelling pills."
Lu Qingyun still had the idea in his previous life that he had to take medicine when he was sick.
But this is the world of martial arts. Similar to colds and fevers, they are not considered illnesses in the eyes of people in the martial arts world.
Especially people with high internal strength will not catch cold or fever at all.
"No matter what medicine you take, you will be mostly cured."
"Facing the east, practice the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu for a week. Listen to me."
Zhang Sanfeng was usually carefree and joking, but once he became serious, the pressure of the Wuxue Grandmaster forced Lu Qingyun to sit down in the lotus position, concentrate and listen.
"Inhale the crane to fly up, exhale to the bottom of the sea, the air and shape merge into one, my Dantian is my refuge."
Lu Qingyun followed the formula, pinched his fingers, and guided the true energy in his body.
Zhang Sanfeng looked satisfied.
He stretched out a finger and pointed at Lu Qingyun's chest to help him circulate the true energy in his body.
Lu Qingyun felt an extremely pure internal force quickly enter his body, quickly guiding the flow of true energy.
The heat flow in the body is surging continuously, going over and over, constantly traveling through the seventy-two meridians of the body.
"This exercise is practiced internally and externally, combining movement and stillness. It trains the internal organs internally and the muscles, bones and skin externally."
Zhang Sanfeng retracted his fingers and felt even more satisfied when he saw the masculine energy coming out of Lu Qingyun's body.
It's just my first practice, and I'm in the zone right away. I can't say enough about my talent.
The skill of his one finger is comparable to the essence of ten years of practice by a first-class master. It depends on how much Lu Qingyun can absorb.
At this time, Lu Qingyun's whole body was extremely hot and his meridians seemed to burst.
His face turned from red to red.
Big drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Xiao Yunzi, the true energy in your body is not pure, pure yang, pure yang, you must condense the true energy in your body until it is pure."
Lu Qingyun did as he was told, enduring the pain in his body and condensing his true energy.
"It's still too urgent!" Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his finger again to help Lu Qingyun condense his energy.
After a long time, Lu Qingyun made a muffled sound of acupuncture points breaking through.
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up.
Lu Qingyun let out a long breath and opened his eyes.
"Thank you so much, Grand Master, for teaching me the skills and helping me break through the big hole."
"Hmph, you brat, my skills are worth at least a hundred bottles of Liuliangye!"
"It's absolutely worth it. I'm going to make wine for Grand Master right away." Lu Qingyun felt extremely comfortable all over.
More than ten large acupuncture points in the body are opened, and the true energy flows faster.
Even if you don’t practice sitting cross-legged, Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu will still be practiced on its own.
Seeing Lu Qingyun's disappearing figure, Zhang Sanfeng smiled happily.
The eleven-year-old second-level master was born in his hands.
Dai Yan, you have gained a good apprentice.
There is a successor to Wudang!
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"Master, I have mastered "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu"." Lu Qingyun ran to Yu Daiyan's room with excitement.
"Did you practice?" Yu Daiyan couldn't believe it.
"Pure Yang Wuji Gong" is the highest mental method of Wudang Sect.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang were quite ineffective in practicing this skill back then.
The fifth brother, Zhang Cuishan, had the highest understanding, and it took him a year to guide the true energy in his body to circulate for a full cycle.
It also took him a year and a half to complete.
How is it possible for a brat to succeed in cultivation in just one day!
Even a monster can't be so fast!
"It was Grand Master who used his pure inner strength to help me."
"That's unlikely!" Yu Daiyan fell into uncertainty.
"Really, your apprentice and I are extremely talented, I can do it just by practicing." Lu Qingyun said with a stern look on his face.
"You brat!" Yu Daiyan cursed with a smile.
Knowing that Lu Qingyun did not dare to lie to him on such a major matter.
Thinking about the past, he was lazy every day, and his martial arts cultivation was not behind other disciples.
Except for Qingshu's nephew who could suppress it a little, there really was no other disciple who could do it.
"Don't be too happy too early. Completion is just the beginning. "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" requires continuous practice to purify the true energy in the body."
"When you can open up the acupuncture points all over your body, then you will have truly mastered Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu."
"Your great master has been practicing for more than eighty years before you can achieve your current advanced level. What are you doing!"
Yu Daiyan did not want to slack off because of his high talent, so he warned with a serious face.
"Oh, I understand, Master." Lu Qingyun curled his lips.
Master is good at everything, but life is too tiring, so I can just practice casually.
