There is a thatched cottage in the back mountain of Wudang. Surrounding the thatched cottage is a green grass with people's feet. Outside the grass is a cliff, next to the cliff, and a waterfall is hanging above the pool.

This was the case here countless years ago, but there were countless temples in front of the mountain, and the sloppy Taoist now has all his hair and beard and hair.

Ye Qi followed Mo Shenggu Daoming's direction and headed towards the back mountain hut. The stones paved on the road down the mountain were a little resting, but he couldn't make his excited expression normal.

How can one not excite people to be able to practice martial arts that can only be fantasized? When walking along the eaves and walking on the rivers and lakes with only the concept of time left, so how can we make people normal?

The thatched cottage is called the thatched cottage, and it naturally looks less grand than the towering Zixiao Palace. It is like an old locust tree that has been withered for countless years, full of decay and dusk atmosphere.

On the grass in front of the cottage, there was an old Taoist sitting on the cushion. The old Taoist held Huang Ting in his hand and was in a state of sensation.

Ye Qi walked beside the old Taoist. Seeing him so serious, he did not dare to disturb him. After waiting for a while, he saw the master rolling up Huang Ting in his hand and pinning it around his waist, so he bowed his body and gave a big gift.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Zhenren shook his head and smiled, returned to the house and handed him a yellowed ancient book, and said, "After the internal martial arts, the meridian acupoints are the foundation. You should first record the positions of the meridian acupoints contained in the book. If you don't understand, ask the teacher."

After saying that, Zhenren Zhang sat on the cushion and looked at Huang Ting. Ye Qi was stunned for a moment with the old book, and found that his master's teachings seemed extremely casual as he was taking disciples. He didn't care about the grass on the ground full of dew, and sat down with the old book and read it attentively.

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Waiting for noon, Xiao Wuji came to the back mountain with a food box. When he arrived in front of the thatched cottage, he saw that the Grand Master and the Grand Master were sitting in the same posture, and the expressions of the two were surprisingly similar. He felt a little clear in his heart. No wonder the Grand Master was accepted as his disciple by the Grand Master.

"Master, uncle, Wuji is here to bring you food."

The clear child voice sounded, and Zhang Zhenren and Ye Qi put the book together and stood up in a simultaneous manner. Ye Qi took the food box from Xiao Wuji's hand. Zhang Zhenren touched Xiao Wuji's head and then moved the table and stool in the thatched cottage.

The food in the food box is simple, with one plate of green vegetables and two bowls of white porridge. Ye Qi and Zhang Zhenren had a very delicious meal, just like some delicacies.

A wild flower bloomed on the grass in the corner of the hut, so two colorful butterflies were attracted. This was the first time that Xiao Wuji had seen a butterfly in Wudang Mountain, so he tried his best when chasing the butterfly, but after running for a long time, he didn't catch the butterfly and panted tiredly.

Zhang Sanfeng ate the last bite of white porridge into his stomach. He should have breathed a long breath to feel the joy and rhythm from his belly, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the innocent appearance of the child and sighed quietly.

"Disciple firmly believes that a person's luck must be... whether it is a great success. The luck of the junior nephew has never been very good. Then the years after that, he must be very good." Ye Qi said while eating white porridge, so his voice sounded a little vague.

Zhenren Zhang glanced at him and nodded in agreement. People's luck must be awesome.

After a long time, the child was finally so tired that he sat on the grass and gasped and rested, and the two butterflies had long since flew where they were flying in the mountains.

At this time, the white porridge in Ye Qi's bowl was also in his stomach. He cleaned up the dishes and said, "By the way, Master, all the disciples recorded in the meridians and acupoints are recorded in that book."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at him in surprise, and was about to say he should not talk nonsense, but suddenly he remembered his experience outside the wooden pavilion yesterday, and his face paused and said, "Tell me."

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The human meridians are divided into extraordinary meridians and eight meridians. There are countless acupoints on each meridian. Ye Qi pointed to the position corresponding to his body and said, and then let the two old and young people in front of the cottage stay away.

Xiao Wuji opened his mouth and looked at Ye Qi for a long time. Finally, he came to a conclusion that uncle was a monster, otherwise why did he be better than girls? Otherwise, why did he recite the acupoint pictures that he had been familiar with for more than two months, but he had only recited for a whole morning? Also, why could he know so many good stories?

Since the young disciple had recorded the acupoint picture, Zhang Sanfeng began to teach the basic chapter of "Wudang Nine Yang Gong", but the young disciple's learning ability made him feel calm.

He knew that the little disciple had all the meridians and had all the meridians at first, but at the beginning of practicing internal martial arts, the meaning of meridians was not very important. The key point was how to create a sense of qi in the body. The qi was mostly produced by practicing internal martial arts for many years, or by internal masters, who were guided by qi. My little disciple just listened to his explanation of the basic formula of "Wudang Nine Yang Gong", and the qi in the body arises from itself, and can even be operated by the number of cycles...

Zhang Sanfeng was a hundred years old. When he was young, he had seen Guo Jing and Guo who vowed to live and die with Xiangyang. He also saw the Divine Condor Hero with a broken arm leaning on the eagle. Later, he walked around the world's martial arts world, and even saw countless strangers from Qi. He had never seen martial arts practice like Ye Qi who was a bit unbelievable... a monster.

In fact, the reason why Ye Qi was able to develop a sense of qi after learning the internal skills, and to sense this qi in the number of running around the world in his body is inseparable from the scene of the sword-holding man who had seen that day.

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Time flies. It was late summer that year, late autumn of the next year. A middle-aged couple brought a basket of pineapples in front of Wudang Mountain. The little Taoist priest who was greeting the couple was held in his arms by the woman. The man chattered and chattered like sparrows. In the words, he complained that his son had forgotten his parents at home when he went up the mountain to practice martial arts. This was very bad.

Maybe the little Taoist priest never felt such sincere and explicit family affection in this life or even further in his previous life. Four years ago, he walked from the south of Guanzhong, like a place like hell to the foot of Wudang Mountain, but today his nose was red and tears were pouring out.

There were many young Taoist priests wearing swords surrounded by the mountain gate. They all stared at this scene curiously, thinking in their hearts, is this still the uncle who only knows how to practice martial arts and chant scriptures all day long?

Of course, no matter what you say in the world, Ye Cunzheng finally stopped chattering, and the woman finally let go of the little Taoist priest, but there were tears on the little Taoist priest's face and his eyes were still red.

"Okay, your mother and I are going home, so I won't bother you here. You said you can't leave the martial arts practice this year, but you must go home during the Chinese New Year, otherwise I will go up the mountain to cut you."

The woman glared at her husband, wiped the tears in her son's eyes carefully, pointed to a basket of pears behind her and said, "This year, there are a lot of pear trees in the yard. I know that Qi'er, you like to eat, so my mother and your father will pick a basket for you."
Chapter completed!