Martial Arts: Starting from Fuwei Escort

Chapter 20

"Congratulations to the host for the second projection of the heavens, you have traveled through the world of relying on the sky and slaying dragons, please draw [talent skills]!"

"Ding!"

"You have extracted [Pure Yang Dao Body]!"

……

Wudang Mountain, Zixiao Palace, in a dimly lit room, Qiu Mingxuan opened his eyes, which were piercing and radiant.

Crossed over again!

This time, he entered the world of relying on heaven and slaying dragons, became a disciple of Wudang School, and drew the innate skill of [Pure Yang Dao Body]. The past in his mind flickered like a movie, gradually turning into a dream.

For some reason, he seemed to be traveling through time for the first time. The experience of Xiaoao World was like watching a movie. Although it seemed to be a personal experience, but now it seems that there is not much precipitation.

The whole person is full of vigor and vitality, and his mentality is extremely young.

"What a projection system from the heavens. Could it be that my experience in the heavens is really a projection of the soul?"

Qiu Mingxuan was emotional, but he couldn't figure it out, so he simply ignored it, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged in meditation, closed his eyes, touched his tongue to his palate, and naturally relaxed his body. He clasped his hands in a circle and pinched the Ziwu Jue, and began to breathe out according to the inner strength method of "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu".

When laughing proudly at the world, what he drew was the talent of [Sanctification of the Body]. He was exceptionally gifted in practicing external skills, as if he had become a saint.

But his internal strength talent was mediocre, so he simply didn't practice it.

This time, he drew the talent of [Pure Yang Dao Physique], he was congenitally able to gather all the meridians, and his body was pure and unsullied, which was just suitable for practicing internal strength. He was just about to try it out, what it would be like to meditate, breathe out, and practice luck.

After a while, Qiu Mingxuan's dantian throbbed, and a wave of warm internal force circulated through his limbs, sweeping his whole body.

too fast.

It seems that the true energy is penetrating, and there is no sense of shackles in the slightest.

The small Zhoutian, the big Zhoutian, the zhenqi circulates back and forth, constantly becoming stronger and stronger, and the realm of Qiu Mingxuan's "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu" continues to break through.

The first weight!
Second weight!
The third weight!
After a while, Qiu Mingxuan entered the ninth stage of perfection in "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu", the true energy penetrated the meridians of the whole body, and a mouthful of "enriched purple energy" was cultivated in the dantian, nourishing the body like nectar.

Too soon, is this the innate aptitude of [Pure Yang Dao Physique], it is indeed very powerful!

Qiu Mingxuan suppressed his joy, his state of mind was pure and unwavering, and he sat cross-legged in meditation, strengthening his true energy and accumulating "dense purple energy".

Gradually, his body sat cross-legged, as pure as jade, and a "dense purple air" undulated between his mouth and nose like a spirit snake, as if covered with a layer of gauze, with lavender light flowing.

The purple light became brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the entire room, reflecting Qiu Mingxuan like a fairy!
……

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.

Qiu Mingxuan's cultivation speed is extremely fast, as simple as eating and drinking water.

On this day, the bell of Wudang Mountain rang for a long time, and the disciples of Wudang School were startled and rushed to the Zhenwu Hall one after another.

"Teacher Daoist is out!"

Not long after, in the Zhenwu Hall, disciples of the Wudang sect gathered in two rows, each wearing a blue cloth gown, with a ball head tied, dressed like a Taoist priest.

Is that Zhang Sanfeng?
After a while, accompanied by the "Seven Heroes of Wudang", a tall, silver-haired, kind-hearted old Taoist priest stepped into the Zhenwu Hall, bowed respectfully to the Emperor Zhenwu, and offered a few sticks of incense. Then he sat calmly on the Taishi chair, stroking his long silver-white beard, and accepted the worship of all the disciples.

During this process, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were gentle, and he glanced at familiar faces.

"what?"

When Zhang Sanfeng's clear and energetic gaze suddenly swept over everyone in the hall, his eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

Following Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, there was a young man in the crowd, with handsome features, red lips and white teeth, and piercing eyes, standing out from the crowd like a chicken, very conspicuous.

That temperament is so unique that people can't forget it at a glance.

It was as if time and space had frozen.

In Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, only the boy remained.

Gradually, Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed from a relaxed smile to a dignified and solemn one. His gaze was as sharp as a sword, and he fell on the young man, as if shocked and astonished. He met the young man's gaze.

"Your name is Qiu Mingxuan?"

Zhang Sanfeng's memory is excellent, he couldn't help saying in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Qiu Mingxuan saluted respectfully, with a calm posture, neither humble nor overbearing, which surprised all the Wudang disciples in the Zhenwu Hall.

"Stand up, let's do two tricks!"

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng stood up and gave Qiu Mingxuan instructions, with a serious expression on his face, as if he wanted to confirm something.

"Master!"

Song Yuanqiao and the other "Seven Heroes of Wudang" were astonished, and were about to persuade and stop them, but they heard a childish voice answering from the hall.

"it is good!"

Under the surprised gazes of the "Seven Heroes of Wudang" and the disciples of the Wudang School, Qiu Mingxuan responded loudly, striding into the center of the hall, with a calm and calm expression, and a pair of piercing and radiant eyes.

It looks extraordinary!
"Pindao really saw you right." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes were as pure and clear as a baby's. Suddenly, his toes point, like an afterimage, he floated and attacked Qiu Mingxuan with a palm, and he was the first to strike.

In an instant, countless disciples exclaimed.

Qiu Mingxuan held his breath and concentrated. When Zhang Sanfeng jumped, the Nine Yang True Qi circulated his limbs and bones. His five senses and six senses were astonishingly sharp. He captured Zhang Sanfeng's figure. His skin was as white as jade and glowed with lavender light. He slapped Zhang Sanfeng's palm forcefully, and met Zhang Sanfeng's powerful palm. Hearing a "bang", the Zhenwu Hall was shocked.
This scene stunned countless people.

"how is this possible!"

The Seven Heroes of Wudang and the disciples of the Wudang School all stared dumbfounded, their hearts agitated, and they looked at Qiu Mingxuan in disbelief.

Especially Qiu Mingxuan's "Master" Song Yuanqiao's eyes widened, as if he was hallucinating.

Qiu Mingxuan, why is he so powerful?
To be able to fight the master evenly?It's unbelievable!
"Hahaha."

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng's hearty laughter came from inside the Zhenwu Great Hall: "You really have extremely strong internal strength, but you didn't expect it to be my Wudang School's Nine Suns Kung Fu! If Pindao read it right, you child must have refined the "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu" to the ninth level of perfection!"

"Teach the real person to have good eyesight!"

In the main hall, Qiu Mingxuan laughed loudly, his eyes were piercing and energetic, and he also admired Zhang Sanfeng's majestic inner strength.

"hiss--"

In an instant, in the Great Hall of Zhenwu, the expressions of Wudang disciples suddenly changed, and they looked at Qiu Mingxuan in disbelief.

Oh my God!
This kid actually refined "Wudang Nine Suns Skill" to the ninth stage of perfection?
how can that be!

You must know that even the Wudang Seven Heroes failed to refine the "Wudang Nine Suns Skill" to the ninth level of perfection!

In the Great Hall of Zhenwu, everyone who knew Qiu Mingxuan was shocked and full of disbelief.

"Pindao has been in Wudang Mountain for seven or eighty years, and he has never seen such an interesting young man. Come and play with the old man again!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes were bright, as if he was happy to see the hunter, he couldn't help but floated forward, and fought with Qiu Mingxuan, punches, kicks, moves and moves, all of which are excellent martial arts of the Wudang school, such as "Wudang Cotton Palm", "Shaking Mountain Palm", "Tiantian Iron Palm" and so on.

Under Song Yuanqiao's sect, Qiu Mingxuan's aptitude was mediocre, and he had never practiced these superior martial arts. He only used "Wudang Changquan" to fight against the enemy. Every move was calm and powerful.

After a while, there was a bang, Qiu Mingxuan and Zhang Sanfeng stopped their hands suddenly, they floated and stood facing each other, standing with their hands behind their backs, like a green pine, when a gust of breeze blows, the corners of their clothes are rolled up and flying.

These two people, with good looks and demeanor, are unparalleled in the world!
One old and one young, like a great master!
He only looked enviously at the group of Wudang disciples in the Zhenwu Hall, wishing that it was him who would play.

"Son, who did you practice under before?"

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes brightened, he stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Qiu Mingxuan saluted, bowed to Song Yuanqiao, and said respectfully: "The disciple is under the door of my teacher Song Yuanqiao."

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng's appreciation became more intense.

Extraordinary talent, astonishing savvy, obviously possessing superb martial arts, but still maintains a humble attitude, does not forget the teacher's kindness, is a good boy.

"Yuanqiao, how about a discussion with you as a teacher?"

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng smiled, turned his head to look at Song Yuanqiao, and said in a gentle tone.

Song Yuanqiao was surprised, immediately bowed and said respectfully: "Master has something to do, but according to the order, the disciple will follow everything!"

"Ah."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, pointed at Qiu Mingxuan and said: "This child is very talented and has amazing understanding! In the year of dancing the spoon, he refined the "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu" to the ninth stage of perfection. I am afraid you will not be able to be his master. Why don't you transfer to the teacher's school and become a closed disciple for him?"

As soon as these words came out, the Zhenwu Hall fell silent.

No matter Song Yuanqiao, the other "Seven Heroes of Wudang", or even the disciples of Wudang, they were all shocked.

Close disciple?

Zhang Sanfeng wants to accept Qiu Mingxuan as a closed disciple?
Oh my God!
When everyone heard the words, they couldn't help being shocked physically and mentally, and looked at Qiu Mingxuan with envy.

Even the Seven Heroes of Wudang have complicated emotions and mixed feelings.

Especially Song Yuanqiao!

It is extremely embarrassing to have to meet with peers and call him "junior" in the blink of an eye even though he is an apprentice taught by himself.

However, Song Yuanqiao has always been calm and majestic. He has been in charge of the specific affairs of the Wudang School for many years. He was only a little startled, and then bowed respectfully and said, "It's the child's blessing that the master has taken a fancy to him. I dare not object!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly, then looked at Qiu Mingxuan, stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Son, do you agree to this matter?"

"It's all up to the master teacher to make the decision!"

Qiu Mingxuan bowed respectfully, with a calm expression.

"Well, it's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. It happens that the disciples of the Wudang sect are all gathered, so let's arrange the apprenticeship ceremony!"

Zhang Sanfeng has a strong sense of demeanor, never liked the rules of the world, and didn't want to make a fuss, so he asked Song Yuanqiao to preside over the ceremony. Under the witness of Wudang disciples, Qiu Mingxuan kowtowed and bowed, and called "Master".

Since then, Wudang School has ushered in an incredible era.

(End of this chapter)