Chapter 11, Twenty Cross Kung Fu, Zhang Wuji wakes up
"The supreme king of martial arts, he slays the dragon with his precious sword."
"No one dares to disobey the orders given to the world. If you rely on the sky and don't come out, who can compete with you?"
"It's like an inchworm's bend, but its length is also dangerous, like a cunning rabbit's escape, dripping, hearty, vigorous and vigorous."
"It's so profound..."
Song Qingshu looked at the set of "Twenty-Four-Character Exercises" written by Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng in the study room and was extremely impressed.
He has watched it countless times over the years, and he has a different understanding every time he watches it.
This "Twenty-Four-Character Kung Fu" is a set of extremely advanced martial arts that evolved from the Taishifu's desire to see some secrets between the lines when his third uncle Yu Daiyan was injured by a dragon-slaying sword. Each character contains several variations of moves.
When the fifth uncle Zhang Cuishan was able to defeat Xie Xun in Wangpanshan, it was not because of his calligraphy, but because of the changes in the characters.
At that time, Zhang Cuishan happened to learn this technique and wrote these two crosses.
Most people can defeat Xie Xun by taking advantage of tricks.
Xie Xun is not an ordinary person, he is also a master, covering many fields.
"The supreme king of martial arts, the sword that slays the dragon..."
Song Qingshu picked up the pen and wrote on the rice paper without using any internal force, just writing calligraphy as usual.
The pen is vigorous and powerful...
He has been exposed to calligraphy and music since he was a child.
As the only disciple of the Three Generations of Wudang, Wudang trained Song Qingshu in all aspects.
You don’t have to be good at it, but you must know it.
In addition, Grand Master was already proficient in calligraphy, so Song Qingshu's experience and knowledge have been steadily increasing over the years.
He has achieved some success in calligraphy, but he is really not good at this kind of music.
I can hear whether it's good or bad, but I can't play it.
To put it bluntly, he is an expert in talking.
At first, his father and his uncles forced him to study hard.
He could only grit his teeth and practice, but the progress was somewhat unsatisfactory. Compared with his talents elsewhere, he was far behind.
In the end, the Taishi burst into laughter.
“No one is perfect, just understand.”
"do not mind."
At this point, Song Qingshu ended his miserable life. It wasn't that he had a bad tune, but that he really couldn't bear to sit there and play the piano.
In comparison, he still likes Erhu more.
Casual, not so many rules.
My father and other masters and uncles don’t have any restrictions. Anyway, as long as Song Qingshu likes it, that’s fine.
"call……"
After a long time, Song Qingshu put down the pen in his hand and took a long breath.
He looked at the groups of twenty-digit crosses on the table for several seconds.
At first, his eyes were quite satisfied, but gradually he showed some disappointment.
Still don't feel that way.
Always feeling a little worse.
Afternoon time!
Song Qingshu left the study and stretched out. He hadn't been so free for a long time.
I have never been injured in the past. I have been practicing in the morning since I was 10 years old, taking a break at noon, and learning other things from my father or uncles in the afternoon.
In short, he is very busy.
"Senior Brother Song..."
"Senior Brother Song..."
Song Qingshu greeted everyone and walked towards the kitchen.
Everyone in Wudang was busy with Zhang Wuji's affairs. There was no way to arrange other matters, and no one else dared to disturb him.
It was just in time for him to go and take a look.
A group of people were busy in the kitchen, and they saw Song Qingshu coming over and saying hello with a smile.
When Zhou Yue saw Song Qingshu coming, it was like seeing a savior.
"Senior Brother Song, I'm just going to find you."
"All of you are treating Wuji's injuries. Please see how we arrange it."
"I kept people waiting for orders, but the door was always closed over there."
"I dare not disturb."
Song Qingshu can understand Zhou Yue's difficulties, and all Wudang senior officials are involved.
"Go and get some ginseng, deer antlers, and some medicinal materials."
"Uncles, you have consumed too much and need to replenish it."
Zhou Yue had some embarrassment on his face. Those things were precious, and if he wanted to use them, his uncle and the others needed to speak.
"Get it from me." Song Qingshu also knew about Wudang's situation.
"The Sky Eagle Cult brought a lot of things because I saved Wuji."
"I'm qualified to handle those things."
"I'll go over and talk to my father."
"Okay!" Zhou Yue responded and ran out directly.
As the person who manages logistics in Wudang, he is very clear about Wudang matters.
There are rules for Wudang gifts or gifts.
Generally, if someone comes to thank someone or something else, Wudang will collect half of it, and the other half will be given to the person who is thanking him, whether he is a disciple or others.
Song Qingshu has the right to handle the gift from the Sky Eagle Sect that he received this time.
There are enough of those things.
"Call me when you're ready and I'll send them over." Song Qingshu said hello to the others and left directly.
Wudang Plaza.
There are many people practicing here at this time. He was among them before, but now he is injured and can only watch.
"Senior Brother Song..."
"Senior Brother Song, give us some guidance."
"Yep."
"All the masters are not here today."
"..."
These disciples of Wudang all practice "finger-winding soft sword".
When using it, the strong internal force is used to force the blade to bend, and the long sword actually seems to turn into a soft belt, gently twisting and erratic. The sword moves are flickering and erratic, making it difficult for the enemy to parry. There are seventy-two ways in total.
Song Qingshu also practiced this set of exercises.
"OK!"
"But today I promised not to use my hands, I can only use my mouth."
"I'm injured."
Song Qingshu looked at the people below and laughed. Although these people were older than him, their martial arts attainments were not as good as his.
Talent is one aspect, and guidance from famous teachers is another aspect.
He has followed his master since he was a child, and his father and uncle have given him guidance without any concealment, so he has naturally made rapid progress.
But these disciples are different, they are all registered disciples.
"Wang He, you need to be more flexible and not rigid."
"Yes, yes, that's it."
"Well, not bad, not bad."
"..."
An hour later, a disciple came over and called Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu greeted everyone and walked towards the Zixiao Palace.
Behind the Zixia Palace.
A group of people were waiting. All the masters and uncles had ordered not to disturb them, so they did not dare to ask.
Song Qingshu nodded to everyone and walked forward.
Boom...
Boom...
"I'm Qing Shu, it's time to eat."
"Come in." A response came from inside the house, and Song Qingshu opened the door and walked in.
At this time, his father was treating Zhang Wuji's injuries, while Grand Master and other uncles were resting aside.
"Qingshu is here."
"Zhou Yue is here too."
"I have met Grand Master, dear masters." Zhou Yue saluted respectfully, asked people to put down the food, and then walked out.
Song Qingshu said: "I know that Grand Master and all the uncles consume a lot, so I took it upon myself to have the kitchen prepare some ginseng and the like."
The Seven Heroes of Wudang nodded, they indeed consumed too much.
Second Master Uncle Yu Lianzhou said: "Qingshu, ask Zhou Yue to prepare some century-old ginseng. Wuji's injury is too serious."
"Three times in the morning and evening."
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away." Song Qingshu glanced at Zhang Wuji, who was still pale, with a mixture of confusion in his eyes.
time flies……
A month passed by, and Song Qingshu returned to his previous life, practicing in the morning and practicing martial arts with other juniors in the afternoon.
I go to see my uncles and Zhang Wuji every morning, noon and evening.
This morning he came here as usual, and saw the Grand Master and his uncles coming out.
His face was full of helplessness and exhaustion.
"It's difficult!"
"It's been a full month."
"Yes, at first we were able to eliminate his cold poison, but now we can no longer absorb any of it."
"Yes, I can only think of a solution."
"This kid...what should I do?"
"..."
Song Qingshu saw a group of uncles talking and saluted slightly: "Is Wuji okay?"
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly: "Qingshu, go and see Wuji."
"You are a few years older than him, and now you are his brother. Take good care of you."
Song Yuanqiao then said: "Go."
Everyone is also relieved about Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu also knew the situation, so he walked towards the house without asking any questions.
Zhang Wuji was lying on the bed at this time, his expression restored.
Song Qingshu had someone prepare some porridge, and then sat in the distance and looked at the little Zhang Wuji.
A whole month and 5 days!
It was hard for him to imagine how Zhang Wuji could resist at such a young age.
He had asked his father and his uncles before, and the uncles said that this kind of pain was unbearable for adults.
But Zhang Wuji never cried, and he was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.
"mother……"
"mother……"
"mother……"
Waves of shouts came from Zhang Wuji's mouth, with a look of horror on his face.
Song Qingshu walked over quickly.
At this time, Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up and sat up. He was met by Song Qingshu with a caring smile.
"Is everything okay?"
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"My name is Song Qingshu!"
bump!
Zhang Wuji quickly got up and knelt down before Song Qingshu on the bed, his eyes extremely pure and firm.
"Thank you, Brother Qingshu, for saving your life."
"Thank you, Brother Qingshu!"
"My mother told me to remember your kindness for the rest of my life."
"..."