When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 87 The Eight Strengths of Tai Chi, the Spiritual Pill of Emei

Ye Guhong wanted to punch a few times. Not only Zhang Sanfeng was curious, but all the Wudang heroes, Emei girls, Hu Daniu, and Tang Gong couldn't help but get excited.

Compared with others, the Emei girls were more curious and a little more nervous.

After all, this is Zhenren Zhang!

Looking at the entire martial arts world, I am afraid that this is the only person in front of me who dares to show Zhang Sanfeng his improvised punches.

Ye Guhong was not in a hurry. He went through the punches he wanted to do in his mind. He stood impartially and looked calm and composed.

But seeing that his feet were as wide as his shoulders, he lifted his wrists and raised his hands, then bent his knees and pressed down, slowly and leisurely performed a few moves, and then stopped.

These moves are neither like a white crane spreading its wings, nor a wild horse parting its mane, nor are they moving around and beating, waving a pipa, or grabbing a sparrow's tail, nor can they be said to be the Chen style, the Yang style, the Sun style, the Wu style, or the park's twenty-four moves.

It is said that Ye Guhong was able to fight in the ring in his previous life, and it would be unfair to say that the punches he performed were all just showy.

But with his current perspective, he naturally knows how big the flaws are in the boxing techniques he practiced in the past, and which ones are just fancy. Therefore, at this moment, he throws three or five moves at random, which are not at all the moves he learned in his previous life. They are purely based on tapping, stroking, squeezing, and pressing. The eight major strengths of , Cai, Qi, and elbow can be used freely. It can be said that they are similar in form to Tai Chi in later generations.

When the Emei girls saw the few blows he gave them, their faces were filled with confusion, and they thought to themselves: What is this? It would be fine if they were deliberately slowing down so that everyone could see clearly, but what was going on with that lazy and careless look? ?

Among the Five Wudang Heroes, the two heroes Song and Yu looked at each other, as if they had gained something. The fourth hero Zhang frowned and closed his eyes, thinking hard. The expressions of Yin Liu, Yu Qi, and Tang Gong were similar to those of the Emei disciples.

Only Zhang Sanfeng watched intently. When he finished the beating, a light suddenly burst out in his eyes and he said with a smile: "Good boy, beat me again."

Ye Guhong smiled and hit him again.

The Emei disciples, Yin Liumoqi and Tang Gong, were even more puzzled. Instead, Zhang Si let out a soft "Oh!", showing an expression of understanding.

Ye Guhong made more than twenty moves this time. Except for the starting position, none of them was the same as before.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that it is still performed along with the Eight Great Strengths of Tai Chi.

After finishing the beating, Ye Guhong said with a smile: "Master Zhang, do you want me to beat you again?"

Zhang Sanfeng was already beaming, shaking his head and saying: "Enough, enough! Haha, wonderful, really wonderful! Guo Nuxia used the body of a woman to transform into Nine Yangs. In the Emei Nine Yangs Art, there is already hidden Yin and Yang. You are a man. When I learn this skill, I can only see the yang but not the yin. Now that I have learned a little bit of the Taoist's experience in Tai Chi, I have an understanding immediately. Speaking of this understanding alone, the Taoist himself can't compare to you. I see you performing martial arts today. Don't say anything. Save yourself the trouble of ten years of hard work!"

The Five Wudang Heroes were all overjoyed after hearing this. They looked at Ye Guhong again, their eyes becoming more intimate.

Zhang Sanfeng looked up to the sky and chanted: "Hey! This is exactly what it is: moving lightly, spiritually and restrained, don't teach intermittently one breath, left and right have virtual and real points, and the meaning is reflected in the day after tomorrow! Haha, it can also be said: suddenly disappearing and suddenly appearing. Then it is long, one feather is not added to Daozang, the slow hand is not the same as the fast hand, four or two strokes of thousands of luck are transformed into good things."

After chanting, he laughed three times, suddenly picked up Ye Guhong, raised it and shook it three times, and said cheerfully: "Good boy, good boy, it will be my [-]th birthday in two years, do you remember to come to congratulate me on my birthday? Don't you remember?" It’s no use looking at your boxing skills, I’ll definitely teach you a novel kung fu that no one has ever seen before, haha, hahaha.”

Laughing loudly, he put down Ye Guhong, turned around and said: "Yuanqiao, I have realized my enlightenment as a teacher, so I am going to retreat. On your birthday, remember to give me a bowl of birthday noodles with more lard." "

After saying that, without stopping, he strode back to his hut. With a flick of his sleeves, the door immediately closed.

Ye Guhong walked out of the small courtyard. Yu Lianzhou, who had always been calm and taciturn, hugged him first and said with a rare laugh: "Good brother, you saved my master ten years of hard work. Everyone in my Wudang will appreciate it. If anything happens in the future, If I need your second brother, feel free to talk to me."

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi were also smiling, but Mo Shenggu pursed his lips and said, "How dare you thank him? Sixth brother and I haven't seen the master for a long time. We were just waiting for the eldest brother to celebrate his birthday and the master came out of seclusion. We were so close and close, but today we didn't say anything." By the way, Master went to retreat again, and it was all caused by this kid."

But his emotions came and went quickly. When he talked about Song Yuanqiao's birthday, he suddenly slapped his leg: "Brother, when you celebrate your birthday this time, the head of Emei really treats it as a big deal. Don't look at the head master." I’m here, but the gifts I’ve prepared are really amazing! I was so worried that I couldn’t sleep all the way, we are so poor in Wudang, and we have to wait until the head of Emei celebrates his birthday, so how can we return this gift?”

Jin Mingjun couldn't help but said: "That's all, why can't you sleep? You snore louder than an old cow. Our fellow apprentices and sisters all said, it's not in vain that you were called Mo Shenggu. Master Zhang chose this name for you, I'm afraid I also got the inspiration from hearing you snore.”

Everyone laughed and returned to the Chengbitang Hall where they were waiting for guests. They each took their seats and asked the disciples to serve tea.

After chatting for a while, Su Qingmeng, as the senior sister, took out the gift list and handed it over. Yu Lianzhou took it in his hand and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Seventh brother said earlier that the gift was too generous, and I even told him that he was joking. Brother, look..." Song Yuanqiao took it and took a look, and was stunned. He saw the gift list clearly written: "Ten bottles of Jiuhua Jade Dew Pills, ten bottles of Tianqisha Dan powder, ten bottles of Wuchang Dan, a handle of white jade whisk, and a string of white jade beads." .”

Song Yuanqiao was the first to become a disciple. Hearing Zhang Sanfeng talk about many old martial arts stories, he was surprised and said: "Could this be the elixir created by Senior Huang back then? Emei actually recovered? It's just that such elixirs are rare. You guys... Ten bottles...Song really deserves it."

Ye Guhong said with a smile: "Master Song, my master is one of the best in the world. Wudang regards Emei as one of his family members. How could he not know in his heart? Now we, Emei disciples, come to Wudang for the first time. It is also such a happy day as the birthday of Master Song, and given my master’s temperament, I even vacated Emei without any reluctance.”

As soon as he said this, all the Wudang heroes knew: I am afraid that most of the elixirs that Emei has combined over the years are here.

While talking, Su Qingmeng opened the package that she never dared to leave and took out a brocade box. Yu Lianzhou took it and took a look. Inside was thirty bottles of priceless elixir, as well as a whisk, a string of beads, and jade. The texture is as fine as fat and the color is crystal clear. It is also an extremely rare treasure, but it is far inferior to those medicines.

These whisks and beads were given to Master Miejie by Princess Ruyang back then, but Master Miejie never used them. I heard that although Song Yuanqiao was not a Taoist, he usually wore Taoist robes and read the Taoist canon, so he simply borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha and sent them together. Wu-Tang.

Song Yuanqiao's face was filled with emotion, and he called his apprentice and asked him to collect the gifts. At this time, Tang Gong suddenly stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Song hero, Tang is a wild man from the world, and it is a great honor for us to come together to celebrate his birthday. However, Tang has no talent, so he can only express his feelings through writing and ink, and I hope that the hero Song will not be too shabby."

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly returned the courtesy and said: "What are you talking about? My dear brother's visit this time, the inside and outside of Chengbi Hall are resplendent, and Song is even more happy from the bottom of his heart."

Tang Gong was also happy to see that he spoke sincerely. He took out a pen and paper from his sleeve. Mo Shenggu was familiar with the situation and still held up the paper for him.

Tang Gong licked the brush wet and wrote the title "Chengbitang Congratulations on the Birthday of Mr. Yuanqiao" with a swipe of the brush. He pondered for a moment. Wherever the pen fell, dragons and snakes flew around, and smoke filled the paper. Everyone rushed to look at it, but it was a long poem. poetry--

The Yellow River was cleared for three thousand years, and its source in Kunlun was destroyed.

I should have traveled thousands of miles away, but I blame the dust for the blue sky.

It is like a drop of water in Caoxi River, it is as flat as a sharpening stone.

Three rivers and five lakes dare not flow, and there is no wind in the sea to see the bottom clearly.

Yuanxiang has veins leading to Shenzhou, and the universe has no root and its vitality floats.

The blue sky is below and the water is above, creating a piece of glass autumn.

The Taoist is determined about this, and shoots his eyes coldly, with a twinkling moon shadow.

Exquisitely cut open the window of clouds and mist, and realize it is a large round mirror in the void.

Yin Liu claimed to know poetry and nodded quickly: "Brother Tang, this poem is really like Li Qinglian's style, wonderful, wonderful."

Yu Er read it silently, then nodded and said: "What a Taoist, with his mind set at his own pace, his eyes twinkling with the shadow of the moon, opening a window of clouds and mist, and seeing the Great Circle in the void, which is quite similar to my Wudang mind method. It's brilliant, brilliant."

Song Yuanqiao was also very happy. He read it several times, bowed his head and said, "Thank you so much, dear brother. With this poem, I and Jiawen will be immortal together."

Zhang Songxi said with a smile: "I don't know much about poetry, but this calligraphy is really beautiful. I will have this book framed and hang it in the Ningbi Hall. One day when the fifth brother comes back, let him eat a big shock."

After hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's smile suddenly faded, and he shook his head and said: "Well, people know their destiny when they reach fifty, but I don't know when the fifth brother will return, and when the third brother will recover. As a senior brother, I have lived fifty years in vain. Incompetent."

Mo Shenggu said: "Fifth brother is very capable and will be fine. As for third brother, it's time for Brother Daniu to come and see him."

Regarding Yu Daiyan's injury, except for Mo Shenggu, the other heroes felt faintly desperate, but Song Yuanqiao suddenly had an idea: This doctor was so young that he could restore the health of several Emei patients with great medicine. Maybe he had some extraordinary means. , also unknown.

Immediately he said: "Yes, yes, Mr. Hu, please take a look at it for the third child!"

(End of this chapter)