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Chapter 183 Leave the true meaning, some insights
Taoist Priest Chongxu reminded cautiously that what he said sounded exaggerated at first, but it was true.

The handwriting left by Zhang Sanfeng contains a unique true meaning, which is not easy to comprehend at all. Those of them who have even acquired the authentic inner strength of the Wudang sect have tried it many times.

But very few people can look directly at the handwriting for more than a quarter of an hour, and they will soon feel exhausted, dizzy, and then can no longer concentrate, and will experience more and more discomfort.

So Daoist Chongxu reminded Yanming very carefully.

In addition to the handwriting left by the real Zhang Sanfeng, there are also many true meanings left on the practice field, but it usually requires people with sufficient realms to comprehend them.

As for how much you can gain from it, it depends on each person's opportunity and understanding.

"Thank you for the reminder, Daoist."

Yan Ming thanked, and then walked up without being polite.

Daoist Chongxu stood below and looked at Yan Ming's back.

Soon, Qingxu and others also came over and stopped behind Daoist Chongxu.

"Sect Master, how long do you think he can last?" Qing Xu asked.

"Yan Xiaoyou's strength is unfathomable, and the martial arts concepts are consistent with our sect. From my point of view, he will definitely understand a lot of things from the true meaning left by the ancestor. I judge that Yan Xiaoyou should be able to persist for more than a quarter of an hour. time!"

Several other people couldn't help nodding when they heard this, their faces not only showed anticipation and a bit of envy.

To be honest, Daoist Chongxu's judgment is extremely high on Yan Ming, because since the patriarch real Zhang Sanfeng, among the Wudang sects of all dynasties, only the master master and a few masters have been able to persist for about a quarter of an hour.

In their generation, only Daoist Chongxu can gain insights from it.

It's no wonder that Taoist Master Chongxu's reputation in the world is that he is not weak in strength, but he is not very good at teaching his disciples, so that there is a small gap in the talents of Wudang Sect, and there is a gap between Shaolin and Shaolin, which is full of talents.

If Yan Ming could really persist for more than a quarter of an hour as Daoist Chongxu judged, it would be very powerful.

Soon, Yan Ming walked down the steps and slowly entered the practice field.

Stepping in with one foot, Yan Ming immediately had a very strange feeling in his heart.

True meaning, this is the true meaning left by Zhang Sanfeng's ancestor!
It's just that unlike other true meanings, Yan Ming didn't feel a trace of aggressiveness, but was very gentle, wrapping himself warmly and comfortably.

This is completely opposite to the feeling that he used the whetstone to sharpen his true meaning before.

In an instant, whether it was the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu or Wudang Tai Chi Kung Fu in Yan Ming's body, they seemed to be awakened by something, and began to operate automatically, and had a strange resonance with the true meaning left here.

Yan Ming stabilized his mind, continued to walk forward, and then stood at the front of the training ground, staring up at the stone wall in front of him.

On it is the wild grass left by Zhang Sanfeng, floating and round, seemingly unruly but coincident with the way of Yin and Yang complementing each other, it seems to form an organic whole.

Yan Ming had only read the contents of the Taijiquan Sutra before, and he had already memorized it by heart.

But looking at the handwriting on the stone wall now, I suddenly felt something different, and stood in place for a while, without moving.

Staring at the handwriting on the stone wall, it was obviously a completely fixed handwriting, but at this moment, in Yan Ming's eyes, it seemed as if it was alive, constantly changing, as if it contained martial arts principles, and seemed to evolve into a Various martial arts skills were practiced continuously in front of his eyes.

"Huh? Master Zhenren, has he already..."

Seeing this, Qingxu next to him was not sure, and asked with a slightly suspicious tone.

But looking to the side, Taoist Master Chongxu's expression became uncertain and slightly suspicious.

"probably……"

The two looked at each other in surprise.

Others may not be clear, but both of them have comprehended the stone wall to varying degrees, so of course they understand the way.

When they first realized the stone wall, they all faced the stone wall, concentrated their minds on a regular basis, dignified and prudent, and meditated for a long time to calm down their body and mind, and then slowly enter the state.

This process often takes half an hour to an hour before one can see the doorway from the stone wall and gradually enter a state of concentration.

It's already excellent like this, and most people have watched it for a long time, but they have no clue.

And this Yanming doesn't seem to have these programs at all, right?Straight into the state?

And he didn't meditate, he just walked forward so lightly, looked up and realized the beauty of it?
Both of them were a little reluctant to believe it.

But judging by Yan Ming's expression, he didn't look like he was putting on a show.

"Don't worry, let's see how long he can last." Daoist Chongxu said in a deep voice.

Up and down, everything became quiet for a while.

Yan Ming looked up, completely immersed in his thoughts, not paying attention to the surrounding situation.

The Daoist Chongxu below stared at Yan Ming with staring eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Half a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour...

An hour has passed, and even Taoist Chongxu, who has a strong cultivation base, is a little impatient to stand, and wants to find a place to sit and rest.

But Yan Ming still maintained the previous posture, and didn't move at all for such a long time.

The only thing that changes is the expression on his face that changes from time to time.

Sometimes I search, sometimes I smile, and sometimes I frown slightly and think about it. It seems that I have different insights from it.

Daoist Chongxu and the others are already a little numb.

In a quarter of an hour, Daoist Chongxu wondered if Yan Ming was putting on an act on purpose.

But now it's been an hour, and he hasn't moved at all, it doesn't seem like he's pretending, how could he have comprehended for such a long time?

If someone had told Taoist Chongxu this before, he would definitely not believe it, but now it is happening right in front of him.

Mountain winds blow from time to time on the platform, and time slips away unknowingly.

Another hour passed, and when Daoist Chongxu was pondering whether he should go forward to ask a question or two, Yan Ming finally moved slightly.

I saw him take a long breath, then let it out, closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them suddenly.

A stream of light suddenly appeared, but soon it was restrained in Yan Ming's eyes.

In his eyes, he could vaguely see the writing on the stone wall reflected in it.

But it is not dead, nor is it stereotyped, but like flying dragons and phoenixes, constantly changing, growing from scratch, and dancing with a unique rhythm after writing.

Then it gradually melted into Yan Ming's pupils and merged with him.

Along with this process, Yan Ming himself also changed. The pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu and Wudang Tai Chi Kung Fu in his body were further integrated and improved rapidly in a short period of time.

Some stagnant places that may have existed before, or the lack of natural sense, are no longer a problem now, and the application is more familiar and the understanding is deeper.

Soon, Yan Ming completed the first stage of internalization and gradually opened his eyes.

At this moment, his figure fell into the eyes of Daoist Chongxu and the others below, and it became a little unusual.

It seems that the overall temperament of the body has undergone a huge change from before taking the stage, but for a while, it is impossible to say exactly what changed.

The only thing that is certain is that Yan Ming must have greatly improved now, and he has gained a lot in the past two hours!
To be honest, Daoist Chongxu is even a little jealous now, thinking to himself: "This kid, the kung fu compatibility with my Wudang school is so strong! If you say that he has been a direct disciple of the Wudang school since he was a child, you can't say that he is so powerful. The position of Daoist Master is about to be given to him!"

However, now Yan Ming didn't mean to end here, but continued to sit cross-legged on the training platform.

His eyes retracted from the stone wall and focused on the training platform instead.

On the empty high platform, there seemed to be various undercurrents faintly surging.

In Yan Ming's line of sight, he could vaguely see one floating figure after another, practicing various martial arts non-stop.

This seems to be the demeanor left by Zhang Sanfeng, the real founder of the school, as if the scene of the past has reappeared.

Yan Ming knew that it was because of his own martial arts and true meaning that Zhang Sanfeng's true meaning resonated with him, so he could see so many illusions.

Yan Ming became more and more serious.

"You guys go back first, don't disturb Xiaoyou Yan for now, it seems that he will take a while."

Daoist Chongxu told the truth to Qingxu and the others, with a wry smile on his lips.

Although Yan Ming was allowed to stay in the Wudang Sect's forbidden area for far longer than expected, Taoist Priest Chongxu still had no intention of disturbing him, but silently guarded him.

Qingxu waited for a few people to give a salute, and then retreated slowly.

The remaining Daoist Chongxu looked at Yan Ming, his eyes flickering.

After Yan Ming meditated, it was the early morning of the next day.

The sun was shining on the ground for the first time, and Yan Ming, whose clothes were already wet with dew, suddenly let out a long cry and bounced off the ground.

Surrounded by many cyclones, he gradually descended and landed on the ground.

Scenes of the true meaning of martial arts that he had acquired flashed through his mind, and Yan Ming couldn't help but smile.

This trip is really worth it, and I have made a lot of progress.

Originally, most of Yan Ming's advancement to the realm depended on his cultivation, but this time, it was the first time that he relied on external opportunities to achieve such a great advancement.

In just one night, Yan Ming's cultivation has taken a big step forward again, and his own strength has also increased a lot. It is far away from the last level of breaking through the Grand Master Realm and reaching the Grand Master Realm!

This time, Yan Ming himself was very surprised to have made such progress without consuming a huge amount of cultivation points.

What's more, along with it, other martial arts, martial arts and secret techniques have also been greatly improved.Among them, the most prominent ones are the pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu and Wudang Tai Chi Kung Fu, which have completely reached a different level.

Yan Ming is very satisfied with his improvement this time, and the huge amount of cultivation points left over can be used for other purposes.

Seeing that Yan Ming finally woke up from the state of being enlightened, after a while, he began to descend the steps, and Daoist Chongxu went up to greet him.

"Congratulations, little friend Yan, I must have gained something."

Daoist Chongxu came over and said, it's just that he got closer to Yanming, and the feeling became stronger. Compared with before, Yanming has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Thank you sir."

As Yan Ming said, he turned his head and looked at the empty practice field, as if he still felt a little bit reluctant.

To be honest, Yan Ming has already developed a very strong admiration and admiration for Zhang Sanfeng just through the remaining true meaning of God.

After looking around, he withdrew his gaze and left with Taoist Chongxu.

In the next few days, Yan Ming lived in the Wudang faction.

Daoist Chongxu specially arranged a place for him, which was very secret, and ordered that no one else should disturb Yanming.

This allowed Yan Ming to seize the time and internalize his gains with peace of mind.

Tong Baixiong did not die, but was taken to Wudang Mountain by Yan Ming and is now imprisoned with his former companion.

Tong Baixiong has held the position of elder all year round, and has betrayed the Sun Moon God Sect, so it is still valuable, it depends on whether Daoist Chongxu can develop it.

In addition, Ren Yingying and Yanming brought her with her and arranged a residence next door. She did not reveal her true identity to Taoist Master Xu, but planned to use it for other purposes in the future.

Now that Ren Yingying's meridians have been sealed, she can't mobilize any qi, and with Yanming's sharp ears and eyesight, she can immediately detect any abnormalities, and it is impossible for her to run away.

Ren Yingying is also sensible and has always been obedient.

After staying like this for a few days, even Yan Ming began to wonder if there was something wrong with the information of the six doors. On this day, Yan Ming, who was still adjusting his inner breath, suddenly opened his eyes and felt a breath of a master.

And soon, Daoist Chongxu also sent the agreed secret signal.

Yan Ming immediately jumped up, took Ren Yingying with her, and walked towards the front mountain gate.

Soon, they arrived at the previous reception hall.

It's just that there are no people here now, all the Taoist boys in the Wudang sect have been dispersed, and there are only two figures sitting in the hall.

One of them is Taoist Priest Chongxu, and the other one is an elderly man with mostly white hair who looks ordinary.

"Gongsun Oolong!"

Ren Yingying just arrived here, when she saw the old man, she immediately recognized him.

Gongsun Oolong, although he has not traveled the rivers and lakes for several years, there are still legends about him in the rivers and lakes.

It is said that Gongsun Wulong's finger power is unparalleled in the world, and his ability to point acupuncture points in the air with one hand is even more difficult to detect. It is estimated that only the turtle shell divine power in the world can suppress this acupoint technique.

Of course, Gongsun Oolong is more famous for his murderousness. He killed countless people in his life, and his reputation spread far and wide.

But at this moment, Gongsun Oolong didn't look murderous at all, instead he really looked like an elderly old man, sitting opposite Taoist Chongxu, leaning forward slightly, asking for advice.

"Please teach me, the Taoist priest. As soon as I close my eyes, I can see those people I killed before, dangling in front of my eyes. I can't sleep well. This killing is too serious. Only the Taoist priest Such a world-renowned wise man can unravel it!"

Gongsun Oolong's very polite voice came.

(End of this chapter)