As a new disciple, even if the father of "Zhang Yunxu" spent a lot of money to manage, he would not be able to learn any advanced martial arts as soon as he came up.

As the towering buildings rise from the ground, the inheritance of any martial arts sect is laid from the foundation.

For new disciples, they have to get up at the hour of Mao in the morning. A elder of the Continuing Master explained it and guided the method of breathing and breathing.

This breathing method is the foundation-building internal power of Wudang Sect.

Some of the best players who have been in the field for many years and have excellent qualifications will be trained by the sect to teach more excellent "Hunyuan Gong" or "Xuanwu Gong".

After an hour of breathing and breathing, after breakfast, I took a short rest, and an old disciple taught the new students the skills.

Stance practice is also a compulsory course for major martial arts sects. The so-called practice of boxing without standing still, and it will be a waste of time to practice.

If you fail to achieve the stance, even if you practice boxing skillfully, it is like building a high-rise building without laying a foundation, and it will collapse with a slight push.

Only after these two items are the teaching techniques.

The first-time disciples only learn boxing and sword skills.

The boxing technique is called Wudang Fist, and the sword technique is called Songxi Baihong Sword!

Song Mingjing was like a thirsty sponge, tirelessly absorbing all the key points of martial arts, and combined with the Wudang martial arts that were asked from Qiu Wanqian, he clearly felt that the internal energy in his body was increasing day by day, rapidly increasing.

More than half a month passed in a flash. During this period, Song Mingjing had already figured out the terrain of the Wudang Sect. That night, he changed into a night-long dress, disguised himself as a waxy man, and quietly slipped out of his disciple's house, passing through Taihe Palace, Qingwei Palace, Yuxu Palace... and heading straight towards Zixiao Palace where the head sect was located.

It is the hour of Hai. Through this period of investigation, Song Mingjing knew that Bai Mei would enter the pass to practice every day at Hai, and would not leave the pass until two hours later.

During this period of time, Zixiao Palace was locked tightly, and no one dared to disturb him even if something big happened.

Whoosh!

Song Mingjing passed through the palace and walked across the wall, as if walking on the flat ground, easily avoiding the patrolling Wudang disciples. Not long after, he arrived outside the Zixiao Palace, hiding in the shadow corner, looking around.

There are also a team of patrol disciples passing by outside Zixiao Palace from time to time. However, the Wudang Sect is one of the top sects in the martial arts world today, and there are many masters in the sect. Naturally, they would not expect that someone would dare to trek into the main hall of the sect. Therefore, these disciples were not very alert when patrolling.

Song Mingjing took a chance, jumped out, landed lightly, and entered Zixiao Palace.

Song Mingjing didn't know where Bai Mei's room was, but he had at least more than an hour to use, so it was not a hurry.

It took about a quarter of an hour to find Baimei's room.

Bai Meiyan was in a quiet room, and the room was empty. The room was also simple and there was almost no unnecessary decoration. There was a gossip picture hanging on the middle wall, and a huge bronze mirror was placed on the left.

Although Baimei is a man, she is quite a bit of a woman's self-pity. She spends a lot of time combing his snow-white hair and eyebrows every day.

The reason why Song Mingjing entered Zixiao Palace at night was the Hunyuan Boy's Achievement.

As one of the world's top martial arts, Song Mingjing had at least entered Wudang. If he couldn't read it, it would be a pity.

Of course, if Bai Mei only remembered the mind method of Hunyuan Tongzi Gong and left no words, then he had to admit it.

Looking around the room, Song Mingjing's eyes fell on the gossip picture on the wall. After seeing too many tricks of the masters in martial arts dramas collecting treasures, how could he ignore this gossip picture?

He walked straight over and took down the Bagua diagram. He first looked carefully for a while, then carefully tore the Bagua diagram to test whether there was a sandwich in it.

The result disappointed him slightly.

He continued to investigate the entire room, sweep the surroundings, the walls and the floors, knocking left and right, checking whether there was a dark pavilion. He didn't even let go of the bed, and directly dismantled it and checked it.

After a busy stick of incense, Song Mingjing almost flipped through the entire room, but found nothing.

He immediately stopped and prepared to go to the Wudang Sect’s library while he had time to take a walk. When he stepped out of the room, he glanced at the sight and noticed that his figure was cast on the bronze mirror, and his expression moved.

Immediately walked forward, flicked my fingers, and heard a slight sound of "bang", revealing a little echo.

"Is this bronze mirror empty?"

Song Mingjing immediately removed the bronze mirror, and the wooden frame shattered and suddenly, a piece of cloth floated out.

Song Mingjing reached out and copied it, snatched the cloth into his palm, and took a look. Rows of small characters came into his eyes. It was a method of practicing qi and qigong.

He spread all the cloth and browsed it quickly, and a few joyful colors appeared on his face.

"Hunyuan Boy's Achievement?! So that's what I thought of before."

He quickly put the cloth into his arms, and Song Mingjing stopped going to the library, walked out quickly, avoided the patrol disciples, and quickly left Zixiao Palace.

Song Mingjing passed through the forest, ran on the steep path of Wudang Mountain for a while, stopped on a stone platform in the mountains, and spread the cloth again in the moonlight. His eyes were staring at this skill without blinking, and he devoted himself to it.

He could not help but be surprised. The records on this cloth were indeed the Hunyuan Boy's Academic. Song Mingjing used his name to be named and only thought that the body of a boy could practice it.

When this secret book was really obtained, he realized that he was very wrong because there was another name for this Hunyuan Tongzi Gong.

The Vajra Indestructible Magical Art!

It is the supreme magical skill of the Shaolin Sect and one of the most difficult martial arts to achieve among the seventy-two unique skills.

It is too ridiculous to think about it, but the head of Wudang sect does not practice the Dharma of this sect, but it makes sense in this world.

Baimei was originally a disciple of Master Xingyin of Shaolin.

Whether it was him or Feng Daode, Li Bashan was in Wudang and he was always in charge of art and master. He was not young at that time, and his martial arts had already been established, so it was naturally impossible to change his skills easily.

As for why he, a person who is a master of art, is qualified to be on the throne of Wudang, the reason is very simple, and a big fist is just the truth.

At least Song Mingjing has observed it in more than half a month. The elders of the previous generation of Wudang cannot be said to be weak, but the gap with Bai Mei is a bit big.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art is divided into twelve styles, which are the methods of practice and practical combat. After a while, Song Mingjing watched for a while, and then he moved his mind and started to move his energy into the first "Zen-killing" movement shown in the silk scroll.

Bo!
Chapter completed!