There is really no skill in Wudang Tai Chi that can restrain someone, unless the skill is higher than the opponent's.
But how many people in the world are higher in cultivation than Zhang Sanfeng?
Lu Qingyun's body was like a top, spinning uncontrollably as Zhang Sanfeng pulled him.
"Qingshu, force generation and techniques are all the use of Tai Chi's internal energy!
Tai Chi uses the mind to induce Qi, which is generated inorganically. When you are lucky, let the energy flow out in a spiral shape, and you will succeed!
To practice sending and receiving freely, you can experience the application of techniques such as sticking, cutting, turning, sticking, and connecting. "
Lu Qingyun was furious.
This old naughty boy actually used him to teach on the spot!
After trying hard to control his body, he also used Tai Chi and fought against Zhang Sanfeng using Tai Chi Push Hands.
Tai Chi push hands, also known as hand beating, hand rubbing, and hand polishing, is a two-person bare-handed confrontation exercise in Tai Chi.
"Good boy, stealing from my master again!"
"I didn't steal, don't do this."
Zhang Sanfeng suppressed his cultivation and kept using Tai Chi skills with his hands.
Lu Qingyun's whole body cultivation exploded and he fought against Zhang Sanfeng with all his strength.
Song Qingshu looked at the confrontation between the two people, and his heart was filled with anger. If he went up, he would be killed or disabled by the pull.
Only then did he understand how advanced Lu Qingyun's cultivation was now.
"Qingshu, do you understand?"
"Master, my disciple understands."
"good."
Zhang Sanfeng's inner strength suddenly exploded, and with a tug, he pulled Lu Qingyun in front of him and leaned on his shoulder.
Lu Qingyun felt a pain in his chest and immediately flew out.
"Haha, you brat, you know the consequences of stealing from your master."
Lu Qingyun rubbed his chest and stood up, "Where's your face? You're bullying the juniors by relying on your great master's cultivation."
Zhang Sanfeng laughed, completely ignored him, looked at Song Qingshu and said, "Qingshu, you practice with that brat."
"Master, my disciple has already competed with Junior Brother Qingyun in Emei."
"You have now been promoted to the master level, and your Tai Chi skills are not weaker than his. Try again!"
"Senior Brother Qingshu, you have been promoted to the Grand Master realm!"
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes widened, "What, you don't believe it?"
"How dare you."
Lu Qingyun continued with a flattering face, "How about you give me some advice on how to be promoted to Grand Master."
"Go away, when will you be able to reverse the yin and yang, and you will know how to break through without my guidance."
The promotion of Grand Master cannot be achieved by relying on other people's guidance. Only when the realm is reached and one's own understanding of martial arts can it be achieved naturally.
Lu Qingyun rolled his eyes, wondering if he could exchange yin and yang.
Song Qingshu walked to the field and said, "Junior Brother Qingyun, please be merciful."
Lu Qingyun smiled and clasped his fists, "Senior brother, you are being humble. Qingyun has long known your strength."
"What are you doing, mother-in-law? Beat me!"
Zhang Sanfeng hated this kind of politeness and interrupted the two of them with curses.
"offend."
Lu Qingyun suppressed the cultivation leader and took over.
Song Qingshu showed no signs of weakness.
The two of them fought with bare hands, each move fierce and exciting.
Zhang Sanfeng took a sip of wine and wiped the alcohol on his beard.
A beard that is too long is also a troublesome thing. It will always stick to your beard when you drink or eat meat, which is very inconvenient.
Otherwise, in order to maintain the demeanor of an expert, Zhang Sanfeng would have cut it all off.
We haven't seen each other for more than a month. Song Qingshu's Tai Chi has improved a lot, and Lu Qingyun has actually fallen behind with the same level of cultivation.
"Haha, brat, as the old saying goes, you can never leave your hand with a punch. Now you know how powerful you are."
Lu Qingyun strongly agrees with the old saying that a fist should never leave its hand.
He has learned many techniques, but now he has only practiced the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon and the Jade Flute Sword Technique, and has reached great success, but he has not yet reached the state of perfection.
The Six Meridians Divine Sword has been practiced in the Western Meridian Sword Technique, Tai Chi has only been practiced superficially, and many other techniques have been almost abandoned.
On the other hand, Song Qingshu practiced Tai Chi alone, and his understanding and proficiency of the techniques far surpassed his.
"Senior Brother Qingshu, Qingyun has lost."
Lu Qingyun jumped out of the fighting circle, clasped his fists and admitted defeat.
The five people from Song Yuanqiao standing outside the door had dull expressions on their faces. After waking up, he clenched his fists excitedly.
Song Qingshu actually defeated Lu Qingyun at the same level.
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said, "I have competed with my fists and feet, and now I will compete with my swordsmanship."
"No need to compete, I admit defeat."
At the same level, his understanding of Tai Chi is not as good as Song Qingshu's, and the same result is true when comparing swordsmanship.
"Qingyun, Bi, it's not a Wudang disciple's fault to retreat in the face of battle." Mo Shenggu said loudly.
"Competing with fellow sects is not a battle between the rivers and lakes. How about retreating in the face of battle? Do we have to fight in such a way that both sides will suffer losses?"
Yu Daiyan was a little dissatisfied and glared at Mo Shenggu.
"Qing Shu, practice Tai Chi Sword once and show your progress to your uncles."
"Yes, Grand Master."
Song Qingshu cupped his fists and saluted, picked up the long sword leaning on the pillar, and started practicing each move.
Although the movement is very slow, in the eyes of everyone, this move is very powerful.
"How is it?" Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and looked at Lu Qingyun proudly.
"Invincible below the mid-level master level, the outcome is uncertain when encountering the mid-level level."
Lu Qingyun gave a very smooth answer.
The gap between each realm in the Grandmaster's territory is very large, and there is basically no hope of competing in the early stage to compete in the middle stage.
Song Yuanqiao naturally knew what was going on inside. He stroked his beard and said with a serious expression: "Qingshu, did you hear that? You still have to work hard."
Lu Qingyun sighed in his heart, with such a father, no wonder Song Qingshu was so stressed when he stayed in Wudang!
You have obviously worked very hard, but what you get in return is not praise, but more stringent requirements. He wouldn't be able to stand it if it were any other way.
"What are you doing in Yuxu Palace?" Zhang Sanfeng was a little unhappy.
Originally he could communicate freely with his disciples, but once these disciples came, he had to maintain the image of master, which was the most uncomfortable thing for him.
"Master, the sixth brother is getting married. Although he has not notified all the factions in the world, Yuanqiao feels that he still needs to be prepared and asks Master to make a decision."
"It doesn't matter what they do. If you get upset when you see those people, it's up to you."
Zhang Cuishan's death was caused by those from the Six Major Sects, and this thorn was buried in Zhang Sanfeng's heart.
"Yuanqiao understands. The apprentice is resigning."
Song Yuanqiao left Yuxu Palace with all his junior brothers.
Zhang Sanfeng's face immediately became lively, he looked at Lu Qingyun with a smile and said: "Bad boy, Master has been having a hard time in the years since you left. The wine at the foot of Wudang Mountain is horse urine."
Lu Qingyun was happy, "Master, don't worry, the wine I arranged will be delivered to Wudang in two days."
"real?"
"How could I lie to you!"
"That's good, I can finally drink to my heart's content."
"Qingshu, go and tell your father, leave half of the wine Qingyun sent to me."
"Yes." Song Qingshu turned around and left.
Lu Qingyun quickly stopped him and said, "The person delivering the wine is Mo Qiao, the owner of the Mo family business, and the father of Emei disciple Mo Shuyu. I promise that the Mo family can use the Wudang banner to do business in the future. You can talk to the master uncle about the specific matters. "
"This is a good thing. Wudang has more worshipers and less pressure."
After all, Song Qingshu had been in charge of the Wudang Sect and knew the things inside very well.
There were so many businessmen who wanted to worship the Wudang Sect. If he had to consider it if it were someone else, he would definitely agree for Lu Qingyun's sake.
