In the Zen room, Guang Qin was explaining to Lao Meng the key points of "Fubo Sword" to transport power and the coordination of footsteps. Meng Yishan had a foundation in Panwang Sword Technique, so it was easy to understand.

Guang Qin demonstrated for a while by turning his hand into a sword, and then asked Lao Meng to fight with him. Meng Yishan tried his best to use Panwang's sword moves, but he could not break through the defense line established by Guang Qin's palm.

Seeing the various ingenious attacks in Lao Meng's hands, Guang Qin sighed: "Besides the martial arts of the Central Plains, there are also such extraordinary sword skills!"

The old abbot believes that this set of sword skills is no inferior to the Fubo Sword, but one is good at attacking and the other is good at defending. If Meng Yishan masters it and achieves the integration of offense and defense, his martial arts will be greatly improved.

The old abbot admired Meng Yishan and said: "Your skills are flexible and versatile, and your martial arts are complex. If you can learn to use your inner breath well, you will be able to stand out in the martial arts world."

"Master, please give me some advice," Lao Meng said respectfully. He had never been so polite to the prince.

Guangqin thought for a moment and then said: "The Buddhist internal skill I practice is the Mahayana Prajna Samadhi method, also known as the "Buddhas of the Ten Directions Presently Stand in Front of the Standing Sutra". The foundation of this skill requires ninety days of hard training without sleeping during it.

Without stopping, just hold a breath of true energy in your chest and walk around the room. For ninety days, the energy will be exhausted, and then it will be reborn again, so that life and death will never end. This is the secret method among the secrets, the innate among the innate."

Seeing the troubled look on Lao Meng's face, Guang Qin smiled and said: "You don't have enough perseverance, and you don't have much time as an official in the government office. I'll teach you a simplified method first." He said a few words about the heart pulse that are completely different from ordinary internal skills.

Qijing's Qi-moving formula.

Meng Yishan wrote them down one by one, and the abbot warned: "You only need to use up your inner breath when practicing martial arts. When you are exhausted, use this method to move your qi, and you will be more than twice as powerful as your usual sitting skills."

Lao Meng nodded and kept it in mind, and then asked for advice: "The abbot just talked about sword skills. What happened when he mentioned the combination of offense and defense? Attacking should be attacking, and defending should be defending."

Guang Qin explained to him: "Generally, a master will attack with all his strength when taking action to win a quick victory. Or he will defend closely and wait until the enemy's momentum is exhausted before launching a counterattack. This is the way of waxing and waning momentum."

Meng Yishan agreed very much, he could understand and apply this principle.

Guang Qin continued: "There are more sophisticated offensive and defensive methods, such as attacking first, seeing the enemy's moves clearly, and then attacking him. As for the combination of offense and defense, it is even more difficult." Meng Yishan asked in turn: "

Can you block the enemy's moves while attacking?"

Lao Meng thought for a while and shook his head. He moved his arm in gestures, swung and slashed, and gave up trying for a while: "Grandma, I want to attack and defend at the same time. After I make a move, I am timid. I don't know what to do.

"

Guang Qin smiled understandingly and said: "You can't do two things at once. The important thing is to do it unintentionally. When your skills are up, you can just do it casually." He added: "You must master your own martial arts and practice it first.

Only when the moves really work for you, coupled with years of martial arts accumulation, can you do it. It was only after the old monk was in his fifties that he was promoted to the realm of combining offense and defense."

The old monk's words were like a key, opening the door to Lao Meng's next level of martial arts. He longed for "unity of offense and defense".

Mengyi Shan Baoshan was in front, and he took the opportunity to ask for advice on many martial arts problems. He also asked Guang Qin about the martial arts annotated by Wang He in the Xuanyang Sutra.

After listening to this Wudang secret book, the old monk followed the principles of martial arts described in the book and thought about it without saying a word for a long time. Finally, he smiled happily and said: "Sure enough, there is no eternal number one. Look at what this book says,

Master Sanfeng may not be able to defeat me, monk."

Then Guangqin realized that he had become determined to win, and immediately proclaimed the Buddha's name and confessed his sins.

Meng Yishan looked at the monk with a suppressed smile and said to himself, "You and Wang He have the same opinion." He immediately told the old monk what eunuch Wang said about martial arts, which is changing with each passing day, and people today will inherit and discard it, and it is possible to surpass the predecessors in moves. He also took out the

Some of Wang He's views on the Xuanyang Sutra were confirmed by Abbot Guangqin.

After Guang Qin thought about Wang He's point of view, he nodded and said: "This descendant of the Three Treasures Eunuch has extraordinary insight and has entered the door of martial arts. Most of the martial arts masters can only be called martial arts, and those who are close to Taoism are almost as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."

The tea was changed three times, and Guang Qin was still explaining martial arts issues to Lao Meng. It was not until King Yi brought Xiao Zhu An back that the conversation ended.

Abbot Guangqin said to Meng Yishan: "From now on, you will come to me for two hours every three days. The old monk will first teach you the Fubo Sword, and then teach you other martial arts."

The prince and the old abbot said goodbye, leaving Zhu An there, and took Lao Meng out of the temple. In front of the mountain gate, Meng Yishan helped the prince get into the car. King Yi said in his ear: "You must remember what happened today.

Keep it secret. I don’t want to misjudge you.”

Lao Meng patted his chest and said straight: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't say anything if you pry my teeth out."

King Yi's car drove out of the White Horse Temple, and the team traveled a long way. Meng Yishan was still a little distracted while riding on the horse. He was thinking about some of the wonderful tricks taught by his master. He gained a lot from today's trip.

In the following days, every three afternoons, he would ride the horse with dark clouds and snow to the White Horse Temple. Guangqin would wait for him in the temple and teach Lao Meng the sword moves. A set of Fubo sword only has six moves.

, the changes in the six lines of An He Gua Li are all defensive moves.

Meng Yishan listened to five teachings in succession before he managed to master the first move, but was regarded as a fool by the old monk.

In fact, this set of sword techniques has too strict requirements on the coordination of movement and sword swing. Lao Meng's qualifications can only be said to be average, and it is considered good to have such progress.

Meng Yishan tried his best to figure out the "Fubo Sword Technique", and while he was getting better at practice, Fubo Sword and Panwang Sword mutually confirmed each other.

It has reached the point where the sword rises with wind and thunder. At first glance, it seems to be a bit like Yun Ao's fire.

Zhu An also stayed in the temple for a few days. After the prince returned to the palace, he announced to the public that the little prince had been spotted by a stranger and taken to learn martial arts. He would return after three years.

Except for Zhu An's biological mother, Concubine Chen, everyone else was hidden from the prince.

In his spare time, Lao Meng would accompany little Zhu An to relieve his boredom and teach this little apprentice. The little prince could see Lao Meng, his master, every day, and the homesickness he felt when he first came gradually faded away. But sometimes he still felt it after falling asleep at night.

He would call for his mother, with tears in his eyes. At this time, Abbot Guangqin would go to his grandnephew's bed and tuck him in the quilt.

Zhu An was also learning swordsmanship, using the same basic skills taught by Meng Yishan. Guangqin only supervised him to learn some words and let him play on his own in the Zen courtyard.

After several contacts, Meng Yishan found out that the old monk Guangqin liked calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, especially the paintings of Wang Mojie and the calligraphy of Mi Yuanzhang.

Lao Meng consulted Mr. Yan and asked him to spend a lot of money to collect Wang Wei's two paintings of "Snow on the Yangtze River" and "Fu Sheng's Sutra". With these two treasures, he went to Lao Shangshu's house to search for them.

I found a copy of Mi Yuanzhang's "Shu Su Tie".

Seeing the expression on Old Shangshu's face as if his flesh had been cut and deboned, Meng Yishan couldn't bear it and said: "Uncle! Which famous calligraphy and painting do you think is good? Lao Meng will pay to buy it for you. I will give you one painting and give you three as compensation."

, don’t be like your dead wife.”

He Shangshu was particularly reluctant to give up, thinking: "It's more uncomfortable than the death of my wife."

Lao Meng reframed the three paintings and calligraphy, made the scrolls out of jade, and put them into a brocade bag. On a sunny day, he took them to the White Horse Temple.

As soon as he saw Guang Qin's face, Lao Meng took out the three scrolls and handed them over respectfully.

The old abbot opened one of the paintings and saw that it was the "Picture of Fu Sheng's Sutra". The painting style was dense and dense, and it was the original work of Wang Mojie.

I couldn't put it down at the moment and watched it again and again for a long time before returning to normal.

Meng Yishan said with a smile: "This is a small gift from my filial piety to my master. Although I can't show it, it is Lao Meng's intention. Master, just accept it."

Guangqin was not pretentious. He knew that this apprentice was rich and powerful and had somewhere to look for. It was rare that he showed his heart, so he accepted the three scrolls.

When I opened the other two volumes, "Snow on the Yangtze River" was okay, but the old monk was stunned when he saw "Shu Su Tie".

Meng Yishan saw his expression was different and asked strangely: "Master, what's wrong?"

"An old thing from the past." Guang Qin muttered, his eyes slightly misty.

"Is this painting yours?" Lao Meng opened his mouth.

Guangqin held the Buddhist beads in his hand and recalled with a somewhat painful expression: "It was in the second year of Jianwen's reign, when the palace examination was over. I met with the top three students in the new department, and saw a Jinshi named He who played well and spoke eloquently. I was very pleased with his talent.

I was very knowledgeable, so I rewarded him with the "Shu Su Tie" he had brought with him to play with."

"I regretted it for a long time afterwards. Where did you get this Shu Sutie?"

Meng Yishan was determined not to tell the truth and said with a smile: "Haha, I bought it in an antique store." He said haha.

Guangqin sighed and said: "The descendants are unworthy."

Lao Meng thought to himself, "Why am I not being filial if I use it to show filial piety to you?"

Abbot Guangqin collected the three-scroll scroll in a very precious place. The old monk was very happy that the "Shu Sutie" could be returned to him.

When he was practicing martial arts for a while, Guang Qin pointed out that Lao Meng was impatient and forced him to repeatedly use the Fubo sword technique. Every chop and every move was required to be perfect. Until Meng Yishan was sweating.

When he could no longer practice with his sword on the ground while wearing heavy clothes, the old monk suddenly launched an attack on Lao Meng.

Guang Qin waved his sleeves, and the heavy sleeve wind knocked Meng Yishan off the ground. He rolled far away and fell to the ground, with bloodshot eyes overflowing from his mouth.

Meng Yishan was stunned. Before he could react, Guang Qin's figure quickly moved to his side and slapped his chest with a palm. The heavy palm wind showed that the monk was serious. Lao Meng reluctantly rolled to the side, bang.

!The monk's palm force made a shallow pit in the land.

Lao Meng's body, head and face were all covered with dirt, and he was about to scream. The monk's sleeves were rolled up again, and the momentum was as elegant as the flying clouds, wrapping Lao Meng's big body and flying high in the air, making him dizzy.

I was dazzled, and it hit the ground with a crash. The sword in my hand flew away.

Meng Yishan got up from the ground with a tiger roar, and became ferocious! He forgot about the old abbot Jianwen Emperor. He raised his iron fist and hit Abbot Guangqin's chest and abdomen hard. The old monk stood there and took it hard.

Meng Yishan punched three times in a row and was not injured at all.

As soon as the three punches passed by, Meng Jian's whole body was sore and weak, and his soul seemed to be pulled out of his body. He slumped to the ground with a "touch!" He couldn't even move a little finger at this moment, and he was exhausted.

Guang Qin walked up to him, and Meng Yishan could only see the monk's shoes from the angle he was lying down. He heard the old monk say in a commendable tone: "Yes, after being exhausted, you can still deliver three powerful punches. From now on, every time

Do your daily homework like this so that you can tap into your potential."

Lao Meng blinked feebly, thinking bitterly in his heart: "This crazy monk has cost me half of my life."

After lying on the ground for a full stick of incense, Meng Yishan stood up at the urging of the old abbot. Every part of his body hurt. Just as he was about to complain, Guang Qin stretched out his right hand to hold his shoulder, and his left hand

When he was eating, he quickly poked the "Tanzhong point" on Lao Meng's heart with two fingers.

Immediately, a stream of heat rose from his heart, and the warmth hovered around his heart. Guangqin's fingers kept touching, and a warm flow of true energy immediately flowed into the place where the finger poked.

, like melting snow, it eliminated the fatigue wherever it passed. By the time it hit all the muscles and key points of Lao Meng's body, the warm inner breath had already flowed throughout his body. Guided by the true energy in his heart, he flew around

After a week, they all returned to Dantian.

Meng Yishan's pain disappeared, his meridians seemed to be about to explode and were filled with true energy, and he became lively again.

On the other hand, Guangqin's face turned pale after so many fingers, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his clicking fingers became slightly trembling. The old monk held Lao Meng's shoulders and said with a labored smile: "You can only do so if you endure hardships."

Be a master to others.”

The old monk looked at Lao Meng with joy, "I have injected the foundation-building Qi of the "Mahayana Prajna Samadhi" into you. From now on, you only need to follow the instructions taught by the old monk when your physical strength is exhausted.

By running the formula, you will be able to practice this skill very quickly."

"Master!"
Chapter completed!