People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

No, not right.

You must know that Zhang Sanfeng has demonstrated Taijiquan to his senior brothers more than once.

But after so many years, none of them have learned it.

Could it be that in this short half a year, Zhang Wuwei, who is at the ninth rank, can learn it?

It's not that he looks down on ninth-rank warriors, but that they have so many masters and so many geniuses that they haven't learned.

He learned it?

In half a year, he only watched it three times, not twice, right?

Zhang Wuwei looked at Song Yuanqiao who came after the incident and said mockingly:
"Yo? Who am I? Isn't this the master of Wudang, Uncle Song?"

"This is really, it will always appear after the matter is resolved. You must have been American Fobole in your last life, right?"

"No, no, this is the young one, must be the old one?"

"Hey, then should I say that Mo bully young people are poor?"

The corner of Song Yuanqiao's mouth twitched. In the past six months, he had had enough of Zhang Wuwei's sharp mouth.

The most ironic, even without a single dirty word, can make him very angry.

With a dignified face, he said: "Don't talk nonsense, Wudang is a famous and decent school, and you are all Wudang disciples."

"Why did you hit the young ones, but the old ones?"

Turning around and grabbing Song Qingshu, he reprimanded him regardless of his face with snot, tears and blood:

"Why are you messing around like this? Knowing that Zhang Wuwei has internal injuries, you still bully the younger."

"Going to Yuanhe Guan kneels incense and recites the scriptures for a thousand times, and at the same time changes the stick."

Song Qingshu panicked immediately: "Father, don't, dad."

Kneeling incense, he is not afraid, the stick leather is very serious, stick, take off his clothes, and admonish him with a stick.

With his identity and cultivation base, he passed after a while.

But the leather is different, the leather, the abolishment, that is to drive out of Wudang.

"Hmph." Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly: "Don't talk too much, someone will take it down."

"Daddy, no, I won't dare again, daddy"

Ignoring Song Qingshu's cries, Song Yuanqiao arranged for the two to drag him away.

Turning around and looking at Zhang Wuwei eagerly, if he can learn Taijiquan, Song Qingshu's own son is nothing.

Zhang Wuwei was shocked by the turbulent and eager eyes, thinking in his heart that both father and son are sick?

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Wuwei said angrily, "Let me tell you, I am male and I like female sex."

"Even if you are the leader, it is impossible for me to surrender."

"Bang" as if another nerve had burst in his brain. Ever since Zhang Wuwei went up the mountain, Song Yuanqiao no longer had the gentleness and elegance he had before.

He opened his mouth and cursed: "Little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Grabbing Zhang Wuwei's hair, he rubbed it lovingly and angrily and asked, "Did you use Tai Chi just now?"

Zhang Wuwei tried his best to avoid it, but even he who used the comprehension card.

Still unable to avoid the claws of Song Yuanqiao in the late Xiantian period, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "How is it possible, just a little bit."

"A little bit?" Song Yuanqiao looked at the young man in front of him in shock and said, "That's it?"

He actually will?

He has been with his master for the longest time, and he knows Tai Chi best, which can be said to have created a new path in the history of martial arts.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle of martial arts. All their brothers and sisters have studied for many years, but they have never comprehended it.

It's really not that the master is hiding his secrets, he really can't learn it, he is slow and soft, why is it so powerful in the hands of the master.

"Let's go." Song Yuanqiao grabbed Zhang Wuwei and did not forget Zhang Wuji at the same time.

With the two of them, they quickly ran to Master Zhang Sanfeng's hut.

He wanted to tell his master the good news that Wudang had a successor.

The real inheritance of Wudang is not Wuji Kung Fu, but Taijiquan.

Quickly coming to Zhang Sanfeng's small courtyard, Song Yuanqiao shouted like a child:

"Master, master, Zhang Wuwei has learned Taijiquan for him."

Zhang Sanfeng got up suddenly, what?Did Zhang Wuwei learn Taijiquan?
This Taijiquan has always been a heart disease of his. After comprehending it in the early years, he has not been able to pass it on.

No matter how many times he demonstrated it, none of his many disciples could learn it.

Now that he is also a centenarian, he is afraid that one day, this martial art will be completely lost with his death.

Excited, he ignored Song Yuanqiao and slapped Zhang Wuwei with a single palm.

Zhang Wuwei had no choice but to use the superficial skills he had just learned to join hands with Zhang Sanfeng.

It was even more painful to open another savvy card.

Just like that, the two of you pushed each other around slowly in the small courtyard, and I pushed you around for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Wuji looked confused, just what is this slow-moving old man and old lady?
Zhang Sanfeng let go of his hands, and said with a big smile, "Well, well, you are indeed a child of Cuishan, you are very savvy, very savvy."

"I practice Tai Chi, and I have a successor."

Zhang Wuwei smiled shyly, he had just opened the comprehension card, and under Zhang Sanfeng's intentional teaching, he heard a voice that surprised him.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, understand the true meaning of Tai Chi, and learn Tai Chi."

If it wasn't in front of Zhang Sanfeng, he would have performed a square dance on the spot.

This Taijiquan is not an ordinary martial art.

Even if it is Yi Jin Jing or Xiao Wuxiang Gong, in Zhang Wuwei's heart, it is not as important as Taijiquan.

Because the former is a kind of martial arts, while Taijiquan is a concept, and it is a concept that is completely different from all previous martial arts.

If you don't believe me, ask Jiumozhi and Li Qiushui to use the Little Formless Kungfu to see if you can imitate the essence of Taijiquan?
Taijiquan only emphasizes its righteousness, not its moves.

Then Zhang Sanfeng pulled Zhang Wuwei over with a kind face, stretched out his hand, breathed out his true energy, and walked around in Zhang Wuwei's body.

The eyebrows frowned, the progress of the Nine Suns Kungfu is so slow?

I'm afraid that if he can't wait until later, the cold poison will explode and kill him.

No, he can't just die like this, not only because of Tai Chi, but also because he is a child of Cuishan.

Pulled Zhang Wuji to investigate again, um, entry is not bad.

Zhang Sanfeng bowed his head and thought for a moment, no, we can't go on like this, we must save the cold poison on their bodies.

He kindly said to Brother Zhang Wuwei: "Master, I will take you to Shaolin in a few days. Don't practice kung fu for the next few days. Take a good rest."

The two brothers Zhang Wuwei nodded and said yes, and then left with Song Yuanqiao.

After the three of them walked away, Zhang Sanfeng silently thought: Shaolin must go.

If they are sensible, obediently hand over the Nine Suns Manual.

If not, then Shaolin will have to recall that San Crazy back then.

Zhang Wuwei took Zhang Wuji back to the hut, wiped his wound, and drove out.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I thought in my heart, I am afraid that it is not the old man who wants to take the two of them to Shaolin.