"The entire Purple Martial Arts is only more than 200 words, but the meaning is profound. Qing'er, you have to think carefully, and the master can only help you get here. After all, you can only understand the practice by yourself."

Sima Yuanji slowly said this purple martial arts technique three times, until Zhu Qingsheng could recite it word by word, and then he felt a little relieved. Seeing the bright and joyful brilliance in the eyes of the disciple, Sima Yuanji smiled slightly, but he was still worried about Zhu Qingsheng, very afraid that he would follow the old path of Changle in Anyang, advocate martial arts, and abandon his mind.

Zhu Qingsheng memorized it silently until he remembered it well. At first, he felt that the Purple Martial Arts was extremely difficult. Later, he read it smoothly. It seemed that he could vaguely see a new world. All he came into contact with was novel and profound things, but he was unpredictable for a moment. In surprise and excitement, he jumped up, bowed deeply to his master, and said happily: "Thank you, Master."

Sima Yuanji remembered the fifth junior brother Anyang Changle who had disappeared for a long time, and his nose felt sore, "This is nothing. If you want to thank me, thank your fifth uncle. This is all written by him, and it took him five or six years of hard work."

As soon as Zhu Qingsheng came into contact with the purple martial arts technique left by the fifth master whom he had never met, he became more and more respectful and curious about him. When he heard his master say this, he couldn't help asking: "Master, it's been more than 20 years. Do you think my fifth master... is still safe and sound?"

Sima Yuanji said sadly: "Qing'er, Master, I won't hide it from you. Your fifth uncle has never appeared for so long. With his free and unrestrained nature and his superb martial arts, if it were still good, I would have been a big upside down and could endure it for such a long time. But Master, I really hope that he has changed his temperament and lives in a quiet place."

Zhu Qingsheng also understood that according to the nature of this fifth uncle, he would definitely not be willing to live in seclusion. He had no news about him for so many years, which means that he had almost encountered unexpected problems.

Sima Yuanji smiled, "I won't talk about these things anymore, Qing'er, remember that although this purple martial arts technique is only more than 200 words, it is divided into nine levels of realms. You can only be considered the entry stage of the first level of realm. Practice well, but don't be too impatient. The one who created this Taoist technique back then was your fifth uncle. The so-called person who wrote this Taoist technique himself stopped at the eighth level, so don't worry."

Zhu Qingsheng said strangely, "Why is this? Why has my fifth uncle not reached the ninth level? Isn't he the best martial arts world? Why can't he even write it himself?"

Sima Yuan and Ningsheng said: "This is everyone's fault. You can easily defeat others, but you can't defeat yourself. This is something that your fifth uncle knows but cannot solve."

Zhu Qingsheng seemed to have a deep meaning when he heard Master’s words. He thought in a daze and forgot to answer for a moment.

Seeing that he was in deep thought, Sima Yuanji smiled gently, followed the wooden door and walked out slowly.

Yes, we can see what other people are doing, but when we look at ourselves, we can’t see it any more.

Zhu Qingsheng thought about his master's words just now. When he came to his senses, he found that his master had left, leaving only a silent talisman on the table that was about to lose its effect. He made up his mind and thought about this purple martial arts technique first, and then recited it silently, then calmed down and slowly pondered it word by word.

Seeing the sun gradually move from the east to the center, Zhu Qingsheng was still sitting on the bench and motionless. After pondering it several times, he felt that this was not like the mind method of practice, but more like the method of fusion and reliance between Tao and Wu. The focus was on how to use true power and true qi, rather than how to increase true power and true qi.

The first stance is called "Six Martial Arts and One Dao". The six martial arts are fist, palm, claw, finger, dot, seal, and the use of six palm techniques. One Dao is the method of using Taoist Techniques. It tells how to use true power better and more subtlely when using martial arts, and cooperate to exert greater power.

As soon as he saw this, Zhu Qingsheng was a little stunned. This first move was obviously the second level of the practitioner: transforming qi. This level requires the practitioner's control over the true power, how to turn the true power into true qi, and how to turn the true qi into weapons. This series of processes depends on how everyone grasps their true power.

Zhu Qingsheng knew that he was still in the first stage of Qi refining. Could it be that he could not practice this method at present? He could only wait until he entered the state of "transforming Qi"?

Zhu Qingsheng was quite bitter and disappointed, but he didn't expect that the first stance of the Purple Martial Arts would be to transform into Qi. This was really a problem that hit the key points for him.

But he was stubborn and refused to give up. He didn't care about the first move after that. He didn't do the first move well. The layers of the latter were stacked together, and no move could be missing, let alone any move.

While silently reciting the section of "Six Martial Arts and One Dao", Zhu Qingsheng thought hard and suddenly realized that although the "Six Martial Arts and One Dao" had high requirements for the true power control of the practitioner, it did not indicate the practitioner's realm. It seemed that newcomers who had just entered the Tao could practice it.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Qingsheng was immediately excited and thought about the method of using true power carefully. He tried to practice it several times. He saw a cup of tea cup containing dust on the table. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand. At the same time, he used true power according to the "Six Martial Arts and One Path" method. A trace of true power flowed out from his dantian to his index finger and pointed it to the side of the tea cup.

The true power then dissipated when touched the side of the teacup, and the side he clicked was nothing.

Zhu Qingsheng was quite embarrassed to see this, but fortunately there was no one around and he could see his awkward expression. Zhu Qingsheng slowly withdrew his hand and was about to try it again, but suddenly heard a "puff" sound, a dust nearly a foot high flew out from the dusty teacup, spreading sparsely in the air.

This teacup is nothing, did it happen to me by chance?

Zhu Qingsheng was surprised and happy. What was surprised was that the Ziwu Taoist Art was so unique and powerful. What was joyful was that he was mediocre. He didn't think of using a trace of true power to stimulate the dust in the middle of the teacup. Even if he used this trace of true power to smash the teacup, it would be difficult to break it.

Zhu Qingsheng was overjoyed and according to the "Six Martial Arts and One Dao" exercise method, he used a little more of his true power this time and urged to the teacup.

Before my index finger touched the teacup, I suddenly heard a messy and noisy sound outside the window, frightened, scolded, and angrily shouting... all the mess came over.

(End of this chapter)
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