At three o'clock in the morning, it was dawn. Zhang Ziwen woke up from his deep sleep and quietly got out of bed to dress. The cat opened his mouse eyes silently and turned around lazily. A golden touch with the tip of his long hair and snow-white tail swayed around.

Release water and wash, Zhang Ziwen opened the door of the dormitory without a sound. The cat jumped onto Zhang Ziwen's shoulders with agility. The dragon and the tiger were fierce. One person and the rat left the dormitory, closed the door lightly, walked on the aisle, and there was a silence around him. Zhang Ziwen stepped on the window on the corridor wall, jumped down as light as a swallow. In the sound of the wind, his hands and feet climbed and fell to the ground several times. [The latest updates are all in search.]

The hazy street lights and the lonely moon in the sky can be seen. Zhang Ziwen walked all the way to the high walls far away in Nanhu, turned over and walked more than a hundred steps to a mountain. This place is not considered a campus of Nanda. No one comes, with tall trees and deep grass, many wild animals and poisonous snakes.

The mountains are not high, only seventy or eighty meters, and there are many shrubs. Zhang Ziwen familiarly took the cat to a flatter rock wall on the top of the mountain. Several footprints that were neither deep nor shallow could be seen on the weather-beaten rock wall, and there were also small pits. There were fine bamboo forests growing beside the rock wall.

The cat jumped off Zhang Ziwen's shoulder happily and disappeared into the woods. He disappeared without knowing where to go. A mouse was playing wildly.

Zhang Ziwen broke a thin bamboo with his hand, and the true energy flowed. The air filled the thin bamboo. His body moved with the sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow and as sharp as this.

As the chief disciple of Wudang Nei Sect, Zhang Ziwen majored in Tai Chi Sword. The true teachings were from the founder of Zhang Sanfeng, who was "the elixir of Xiyi and the sloppy sword is bright and beautiful". In Wudang Sect, there is a saying that "the magic sword sings on the sea, and the secret Tai Chi technique is scattered and people ask about it". It is sometimes known as "Wudang Sword, Shaolin Stick".

However, the Wudang lineage has many disasters. It has almost wiped out the family several times, and the true teachings have been lost.

In the late Ming Dynasty, in order to compete for a book of the Wudang secrets left by the founder of Zhang Sanfeng, the core disciples of the Wudang Sect, who were the main inheritor of Taoist culture, basically died because of this incident. This sect was originally the successor of the Quanzhen Sect who founded the sect hundreds of years ago. Since then, the Wudang Zhensen Shi almost died, but it no longer has the saying "Outsiders, Shaolins, Wudangsen, and Wudangsen".

Fortunately, the true teachings of Zhang Sanfeng's ancestors were one of them left in Wudang Mountain, and the other was passed down from the ancestor Jiajing Nian to visit Siming Mountain in Yin County, Zhejiang to Sichuan. They escaped a disaster, but the true teachings of Zhang Songxi also lost a lot, making it difficult to prosper Wudang.

After Taizu founded the country, Zhang Songxi and his descendants of Zhenwu went to Wudang Mountain. They had a great opportunity to obtain the true manuscript of the ancestor Zhang Sanfeng from a secret cave and practiced it. A few years later, they discussed the true meaning with the lineage who was in charge of Wudang Mountain at that time and admired it, and then they had Wudang Nei Sect.

The Taoist who tourists saw on Wudang Mountain was a foreign sect of Wudang and could not be taught the true teachings because the person's heart was difficult to calm down and could not understand the true martial arts.

Similar to Wudang, the true teachings of Shaolin were also suffering a lot. In modern times, the monk who obtained the true teachings of Bodhidharma from the Shaolin Underground Palace did not live in the secular Shaolin Temple. When Zhang Ziwen was young, he visited the true teachings of Shaolin Temple with his uncle. It was a wild temple in Songshan, Dengfeng, Henan. It has no name for the temple, so it can be called the Shaolin Neizong.

The Shaolin disaster began. Since the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, the Qing court and the government prohibited the monks from gathering crowds to practice martial arts and preaching martial arts, and held up butchers' knives. In order to protect themselves, the monks in Shaolin Temple avoided the investigation of the Qing court, so the martial arts practice activities changed from open to secrets. Many true Shaolin teachings died under the butchers' knives in the government's knives and died as the monk's head fell to the ground.

"The devil of martial arts gradually subsides, and the Zen law has never been discussed. Wu Huawen weeds, Tang Wen stacked stone layers. The Qiong Tower is hidden in rats and birds, and bees and flies gathered in the beautiful sky. There is no tree in the previous dynasty, and the ancient vines are heard." At that time, the monks in Shaolin Temple gradually became unseen, and their power declined, and most of the true teachings passed down were lost, but it was a great blessing compared to the Wudang lineage.

Today's martial arts world is really hard to prosper again.

Zhang Ziwen thought with all his heart and leisurely, and the key points of "Tai Chi waist, Bagua Step, Xingyi and Wudang Shen" in the sword movement are: both the steady, light and convenient Bagua Zhang, the roundness and freedom like Tai Chi, and the calmness and integrity of Xingyi. He uses spirit, intention, energy, strength, and form into the sword technique, force penetrates the sword edge, breath penetrates the sword end, and the sword god is united.

Silently he collected the sword, and there were several layers of circles on the rock wall, and dust and leaves piled up with dead grass. Zhang Ziwen stood silently in the middle and inserted the thin bamboo into the iron hard rock wall without damaging the thin bamboo.

Tai Chi Sword, the master of killing, Zhang Ziwen slaughtered dozens of murderers, and achieved a small success.

"Baxia." Zhang Ziwen whispered, remembering the past when he followed his uncle to walk around the world, and to kill the warriors for the claws of the domineering master.

Sitting cross-legged on the quiet rock wall, Zhang Ziwen silently practiced the technique of breathing and breathing, condensed the true qi to break through the innate gate. Zhang Ziwen, who was able to flow his true qi long ago, but his achievements were not as good as taking the initiative to practice.

When the rising sun rises in the east and the purple qi comes in the east, Zhang Ziwen takes a deep breath of purple qi, and one qi flows through the twelve main meridians, 365 acupoints, sink into the dantian, condense into the true qi, and then slowly exhale, forming a white qi, several meters long.

Zhang Ziwen got up and went down the mountain, took a few steps, and a little white golden jumped from a distance and landed steadily on Zhang Ziwen's shoulder. The cat happily twisted its small waist and squeaked. The long snow-white tail twisted in front of him, and hugged it with two small claws. It was very cute.

Going down the mountain and climbing over the wall, Zhang Ziwen walked down the cold and deserted campus and came to the downstairs of the nine dormitory building. He climbed up the stairs lightly, returned to the May 18 dormitory, took the key and opened the door lightly, went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and then went back to bed to sleep.

The cat jumped naughtyly onto Zhang Ziwen's bed, lay down in the small wooden box bed next to the pillow, and intimately rubbed Zhang Ziwen's cheek with his long tail. Zhang Ziwen slept sideways, touching the cat's white fur with his hands, and the golden point of his tail was even more fun. He gradually closed his eyes and took a nap.

At half past six, the dormitory lights were automatically on, and the ringing of the wake-up ringed. Zhang Ziwen stood up neatly and shouted: "Boss of the Southern Dynasty, I'll call my brothers to go to the cafeteria to eat meat buns, and be full, and it won't be overdue."

Shang Chao, two meters high, got up suddenly, picked up his cell phone and called for someone, and worked hard. Suhang got up slowly, just as before, Xia Tian was still staying in bed, so he was too lazy to get up and didn't want anyone to shout, and it was useless to shout...

Zhang Ziwen touched his black phone and turned on the phone. He saw the missed call. He narrowed his eyes and pressed it off, pretending that he hadn't seen it... Sighing, Zhang Ziwen could no longer send a text message to the strange number: I understand.

Chu Kejing, who was sleeping in a daze, was woken up by the sound of her phone vibrating. The big Jiaojiao lady got up and was angry. When she saw that she was the daemon who pretended to be dead last night, she even more angry. She pressed the button with her bare hands: Go to death!

It's over, he saw that I was not a lady, and killed someone to silence me...

"Cat, go eat meat buns." Zhang Ziwen pretended not to see the beauty, put his cell phone in his pocket, took the cat, the boss of Shang Dynasty, and the second son of Suhang, and walked to the cafeteria. A group of fat and strong basketball teams, football teams, were already waiting, waiting for Zhang Ziwen to come and pay for the student card.

For this breakfast, this group of men ate thirty-four cages of meat buns and cleared hundreds of bowls of porridge...

[Xiao Se's most powerful breakfast record is to eat two bowls of porridge, four meat buns, two tea eggs, and a fried dough stick... Recommended votes, you always come out and bask in the sun, wuwu.]

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