Chapter 5 Chapter Four Wu Dangzhong
After Song Zhen read the last sentence of the letter, she paused for a while before reading out the signature at the end:
"The Deputy Head of the Wudang School, Ye Chenyuan, sincerely presents"
After reading it, the whole "Guiyuan Hall" fell silent.
He Zisheng was unable to read letters due to eye disease, so it was up to Song Zhendai to read.When he listened to every word, there was no expression on his face, and he didn't say a word after that.
Song Zhen, Chen Hongli, and Lu Yiwei, three senior elders, looked at each other.
"How much do you know about the Wudang faction in recent years?" Chen Hongli spoke first.Among the four senior brothers, he is the tallest and strongest, and his Qingcheng school boxing is better than swordsmanship, so his voice is particularly loud when he speaks.
Although Qingcheng and Wudang are both among the nine famous and upright sects of martial arts today, and also originated from Taoism, one is in Sichuan and the other is in Huguang, and the two sects rarely communicate.
Compared with the Qingcheng School, which has a long history, the Wudang School has a shorter history. It was founded by Zhang Sanfeng at the end of the previous dynasty, and it has not been more than two hundred years.However, since the reign of Yongle, Emperor Chengzu Emperor Zhu Di enshrined the God of Martial God and decreed to overhaul the Wudang Temple, the reputation of the Wudang School has increased, especially in the Central Plains, far more famous than the Qingcheng School in Sichuan.
More than 20 years ago, Tie Qingzi, the former head of Wudang, personally led his elite disciple Thirty-Eight Swords to wipe out the demon sect that ravaged the three provinces with evil forces and confuses people's hearts at that time—Wu Yijiao.This tragic battle between good and evil made the Wudang faction famous, and the government even built a stele on the mountain as a compliment.The status of Wudang sect in the orthodox religion has since then implicitly competed with Shaolin Temple, the "World Wuzong".
"However, shortly after the elimination of Wuyijiao, Tie Qingzi's temperament changed drastically. He took the lead to return to vulgarity, regained his real name Gongsun Qing, and ordered all Wudang disciples to stop practicing alchemy and concentrate on studying boxing and sword martial arts. Wudang sect It has become a martial arts sect of lay people." Song Zhen said eloquently.He is in charge of dispatch affairs, has the most contact with outsiders, and is very familiar with these martial arts anecdotes.
"That's nothing." Chen Hongli said. "Isn't it the same as us?"
Song Zhen shook her head: "Our Qingcheng faction was just a group of ancestors practicing martial arts who voluntarily returned to the secular world, broke away from Taoism, and established a 'Xuanmen house' in the back mountain here; Gongsun Qing forced all the disciples of the sect All the true disciples returned to vulgarity, and continued to occupy Yuzhen Palace as the headquarter of the Wudang Sect. It must be known that the Taoist Palace was built by Emperor Chengzu himself, and now it is occupied by a group of warriors. I heard that the court is very unhappy. The reputation is too strong, and the local officials dare not offend them, for fear of arousing resistance, and the matter will be settled."
Although the criminal law of the current dynasty was strict, the local officials tried their best to tolerate the powerful sects like Wudang and Qingcheng.Firstly, the upright warriors really contribute to local security; secondly, if they really provoke these martial arts sects, even if they use the army to suppress them, they will not be sure. These warriors hid in the mountains to practice swords, and everyone lived in peace.
"I heard rumors from Wulin that Gongsun Qing has since opened up many new disciples, and the number of Wudang sects has doubled or tripled in a few years; their methods of training disciples are extremely harsh, and it is said that they have caused many injuries and even deaths. Some people say that Gongsun Qing became obsessed with the pursuit of force, probably because he was too murderous in the battle to eliminate things and transfer religions."
Song Zhen continued: "Gongsun Qing passed away five years ago. Under the leadership of the current head, the Wudang faction has become more active in recent years, often sending disciples out to exchange competitions, and many troubles arose. It is said that in five years, Where Wudang disciples visited, ten or eight small sects have already been overthrown by them, and several have surrendered to Wudang."
"How did this happen?" Lu Yiwei interjected. "Wudang is a decent sect. Are those small sects all crooked? Maybe they are the sects of the remnants of the Wuyi Sect, or gangsters under the cover of martial arts sects. Wudang is just killing harm for the people... "
"I don't know about that." Song Zhen replied. "However, with their activities like this, Wudang's prestige has become stronger in recent years, and some people even say that it has surpassed Shaolin." He raised the Wudang letter in his hand. "I'm afraid they sent people to Sichuan this time to show their prestige in this area."
"This is too deceiving, to send a letter only after arriving in Guan County?" Chen Hongli clenched his fists. "Furthermore, a letter was sent today, saying that tomorrow we will pay a visit to Qingcheng Mountain. What kind of martial arts etiquette is this?"
"Don't worry too much." Lu Yiwei was the most modest among the leaders of the Qingcheng faction.He is the son of Lu Cunzhong, the former head of the family, and he never objected to his father not passing on the throne to him. "We are all in the right way of martial arts, and we are all in the same spirit. This time, we are probably planning to do some activities in Sichuan. Going to Qingcheng is just to say hello."
"It's hard to say." Chen Hongli shook his head. "Perhaps they have gained momentum, and they want to hold some kind of martial arts gathering, be the leader of the alliance, and send envoys to ask our Qingcheng faction to support them. By the way, this deputy head, did you say how many people you brought?"
Song Zhen shook her head.His guess was similar to that of the two senior brothers.But it can't be ruled out that the other party will send a few disciples to exchange and compete to test the strength of Qingcheng's swordsmanship after going up to the mountain to pay a visit.After all, everyone is not only a fellow martial artist, but also a competitor in martial arts.
He Zisheng, who had been silent all this time, stood up at this moment.
He stretched his finger upwards, pointing at the plaque above his head that read "Bashu Wushuang".
"No matter what the other party's intentions are, we will greet them with the courtesy of the Qingcheng Sword Sect."
He Zisheng looked at Song Zhen.
"Ring the bell."
When Yan Heng heard the bell, he had just finished teaching this morning class, and dismissed those already exhausted juniors. It was the first time Yan Heng had heard the bell since he had started for more than six years. The big bronze bell was originally a magic weapon of the Jianfu Palace in Qingcheng Mountain. It was moved to the side of the ancestral hall of "Xuanmenshe" a hundred years ago, and it was rarely rang.But Yan Heng knew the meaning of the bell. ——The Qingcheng faction has an urgent matter, and urgently summoned all the disciples. In particular, Yan Heng was already a "disciple of Taoism", as soon as he heard the bell, he had to rush to the "Guiyuan Hall" to meet the master. He hurriedly picked up the sword bag, and instead of taking the mountain path, he ran and jumped down the hillside. Yan Heng entered the "Xuanmen House", and when he arrived at the gate of the "Guiyuan Hall", a large group of "training disciples" had already gathered in front of the gate.Seeing Yan Heng approaching, they separated to make way for themselves. Mai Dajie is also among them.He asked Yan Heng: "Do you know what happened?" He looked nervous when he asked.The other juniors also had the same expression. "I don't know." Yan Heng handed the practice sword bag to Mai Dajie for safekeeping, and walked into the corridor of "Guiyuan Hall" alone. Entering the "Guiyuan Hall", Yan Heng saw that the master and the three martial uncles had already sat down, and most of the rest of the "Taoist disciples" had already arrived.He hastily saluted the elders.But He Zisheng didn't say anything. Yan Heng saw that the sword cabinet on the left side of the hall had already been opened, and the senior brothers who came also put on their swords.Zhang Peng was also among them. He picked up a long sword from the shelf and handed it to Yan Heng. "Come on." Zhang Peng said, and helped Yan Heng hang the scabbard on his belt. Yan Heng asked Zhang Peng in a low voice while binding the rope on the scabbard: "What's the matter—" "Don't ask. Wait for Master to tell you." Zhang Peng signaled him not to speak again. The rest of the senior brothers also rushed to get their swords from the sword cabinet. There is a dignified atmosphere in the whole "Guiyuan Hall". He Zisheng and the other four were still sitting in silence.Song Zhen glanced at the expressions of the disciples.The letter said that the people from the Wudang faction would arrive tomorrow, and the ringing of the bell today was a preparatory exercise.He was very satisfied to see that none of the sixteen people showed panic. When the sixteen "disciples of Taoism" had put on their swords and stood neatly in line, Song Zhen gave a dry cough and was about to speak.All eyes were on his face. "Tomorrow..." He took Wu Dang's letter and began to say. But before Song Zhen could say the third word, there was a knock on the door outside the main entrance of the lobby. Since Yan Heng is the last seat in this hall, it is natural for him to answer the door. Outside the door was Hou Yingzhi. "What? Xiaoying, you should know the rules, you can't come in at this time..." Hou Yingzhi ignored him, but looked towards the back of the hall instead. "The disciple has something important to report!" Hou Yingzhi said loudly. "What's the matter? Tell me!" Song Zhen was very impatient when she was interrupted. "It's the little Taoist priest guarding the gate. He is outside the gate and has something urgent to report, so the disciple came here to send a message." Hou Yingzhi looked around at the senior brothers in the hall, all of them were wearing real swords.Looks like something serious is going on. "He said that a group of people who claimed to belong to the Wudang sect had entered the mountain gate just now and were coming to the 'Xuanmenshe'. He ran over to inform us first." Song Zhen felt a chill in her heart. ——Didn't it mean tomorrow?What's wrong…… He felt a little uneasy, and looked at He Zisheng. At this moment, He Zisheng closed his gray eyes and sat upright on the chair. It seems to have settled down.
The many Qingcheng disciples gathered outside the "Xuanmen House" nervously watched the group of Wudang sect warriors walking towards them.They don't know what happened yet. The Wudang crowd actually numbered more than thirty people, all of them were wearing black robes, and almost all of them were wearing weapons, shining brightly in the sunlight.Half of them have long swords hanging from their waists, and some of them hold knives and guns, as well as rattan plates, iron whips, daggers, and even various strange weapons. They are a lineup that is ready to fight at any time. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. On the left lapel of the black robe was a Taiji Liangyi symbol woven with silver thread, and a pair of long swords were crossed on his back.He was unusually tall and thin, with long black and white mixed hair hanging down his head, his thin, beardless face was pale, and his slender eyes were cold and sharp.Under the eyelids on both sides of his eyes, a line of thin curved runes like a spell were stabbed with green ink, extending almost to the corners of his mouth, which looked like two lines of black tears from a distance. Song Zhen took several "disciples of Taoism", including his son Song Dehai, out of the gate of "Xuanmenshe" to welcome them. "Wudang faction comrades are here, and we are far away to welcome you." Song Zhen bowed her hands and looked at the long-haired middle-aged man. "Your Excellency is..." "Ye Chenyuan." He just arched his hands lightly, without a trace of a smile on his face. "Please see Mr. He, the head of your sect." Song Zhen had heard of Ye Chenyuan's name: Back then Tie Qingzi led the "Thirty-Eight Swords of Wudang" bloody battles and transferred them to teach. After repeated vicious fights, only five of the thirty-eight disciples survived. He was not yet twenty years old at that time. Ye Chenyuan is one of them.To be able to survive that fierce battle, and after years of practice, Ye Chenyuan's art industry must not be taken lightly to become the current deputy head of Wudang. ——It is known that the Wudang faction has flourished in talent and has a huge organization in recent years.After the current leader Yao ascended the throne, there were as many as three deputy leaders under him, and Ye Chenyuan was just one of them; the next one selected elite disciples from the sect, and established the "Soldier Crow Way", "Suppressing Turtle Way", and "Shou Snake Way". "Tao" and other levels of branches, each with their own duties, vaguely have a gang scale. Song Zhen looked at the two people around Ye Chenyuan again: the one on the left looked only a few years younger than Ye Chenyuan, with scars all over his face, and a large piece of his nose and right ear had been cut off earlier, forming long-standing scars.On his left hand he wore an iron armor glove like a beast's claw, and on his waist was a long sword with a sharkskin sheath. The gauntlet wrapped around the hilt was very old. The one on the right is only twenty-seven or eight years old, and is much shorter and stronger than the other two.He was wearing a black toga, but the figure under the robe was very strange.There is a big lump in the right shoulder, and I don't know if it is born with a deformity.A pair of palm-like palms with protruding knuckles, and no weapons on the body, one can tell at a glance that they are good boxers. Song Zhen was amazed.The Wudang sect has always been known for its internal kung fu of subduing rigidity with softness, and is also good at maintaining health, but the three at the head, and the thirty or so black-robed disciples behind them, all exude a ferocious aura like a beast, which is completely different from He is a practitioner of the martial arts known as "needle hidden in cotton".Especially the vice head of Ye, who has tattoos on his face - tattooing has been a punishment for criminals since ancient times, but he doesn't shy away from it, it seems that he has lost his status as a decent leader of the famous family. ——They all wore black robes, and they seemed to be the most elite disciples of the "Soldier Crow Dao" of the Wudang School. "This must be Mr. Song, the head of the Qingcheng faction." said the man with many scars on his face. "I'm Wudang disciple Jiang Yunlan. We saw that today is a good day, so we took the liberty to come up to the mountain to pay our respects. Please bear with me." Compared to the cold Ye Chenyuan, this Jiang Yunlan seems to be easier to talk to.Song Zhen immediately clasped her hands and smiled: "You're welcome. The head of our faction has already greeted you in the inner hall. But..." He looked at Jiang Yunlan's waist with a smile. "Ah... we naturally understand this." Jiang Yunlan smiled and took off the ancient sword and the armored gloves on his waist, and handed them to the disciples behind.Ye Chenyuan was silent for a while, and reached out to untie the knot on his chest.Two disciples came forward from behind and took over the double swords on his back. "Please." Song Zhen waved to the door.The three people headed by the Wudang faction followed suit.The rest of the black-clothed disciples of the Wudang sect waited quietly in place one by one, with strict discipline. In front of the gate of "Guiyuan Hall", I saw that all the "Taoist disciples" of the Qingcheng School inside were wearing swords, the atmosphere was tense, but the three of Wudang were completely unmoved, and they still walked forward calmly.They looked up at the plaque of "Bashu Wushuang", and then looked at He Zisheng, who was sitting under the plaque, in a white robe. Ye Chenyuan took two steps forward.He bowed his hands and saluted this time, much more respectful than Song Zhen just now. "I have heard for a long time that there is a fierce tiger living on Qingcheng Mountain. I can see it today, so what I said is true." Ye Chenyuan said. He Zisheng didn't answer, but just looked at Ye Chenyuan with a pair of gray eyes, and after a long time, he stretched out his palm to signal him to sit down. Of course, this was not the first time Yan Heng saw guests from other martial arts sects.But in the past, those who came to visit were just some small sects from nearby places, who came to Qingcheng to give gifts and make connections; the one who came today was the famous Wudang swordsman, and he was really nervous.But at this moment Yan Heng heard that even the deputy head of the Wudang School respected and praised Master so much, he couldn't help but feel a burst of pride. He peeked at senior brother Zhang Peng.The corner of Zhang Peng's mouth was smiling, and he seemed to be thinking the same thing. The three of Wudang sat down, and another servant brought tea and fruit.Song Zhen and Jiang Yunlan each introduced their family members, only then did they know that the third short man with a strange figure was named Xi Zhaoping. After exchanging some polite words, Song Zhen knew it was time to get down to business. "Both Wudang and Qingcheng came from the Taoist sect and belonged to the 'nine sects'. Over the years, they have had little contact with each other. Today's meeting is really rare, and we should also make good friends in the future." Song Zhen said. "I don't know if Deputy Head Ye has any other important things to do when he comes to Sichuan this time, besides visiting our school and recounting the fellowship of martial arts?" Ye Chenyuan didn't answer, nor showed any expression, just kept looking at He Zisheng. Jiang Yunlan who was beside him interrupted.Pointing to the plaque on it, he said: "These four characters are written vigorously and powerfully! 'Bashu Wushuang' is so good, so good." He gave a thumbs up when he said it. All the disciples in the hall also looked at the plaque, with proud expressions on their faces. "But the phrase 'Bashu Wushuang'..." Jiang Yunlan continued. "People from the Emei faction heard it, do you have any comments?" Song Zhen, Lu Yiwei, Chen Hongli and all the disciples were astonished.The Emei Sect is also one of the "Nine Great Sects". It is also in Sichuan, and its history and reputation are no less than that of the Qingcheng Sect.Ling Danyang, the former head of Qingcheng, wrote the four characters "Bashu Wushuang" in person. The original meaning was that Qingcheng was unique in swordsmanship - the Emei sect was dominated by spears and sticks, and their swordsmanship was inferior to Qingcheng's. Everyone knows. After the Emei faction learned of the plaque, they naturally had a misunderstanding, and the two factions fell apart.Although Qingcheng Pai wrote these four words a bit at a loss, but since it has been hung up, there is absolutely no reason to take it down.Over the years, the two factions have exchanged martial arts several times, and each has won or lost. But also because of this long-term competition, the martial arts of the two factions have both improved, and their reputations are stronger than ever.Later, He Zisheng's master, Lv Cunzhong, the head of Qingcheng, forged a golden gun and presented it to Emei, and the grievances between the two factions were resolved. Song Zhen didn't know what Jiang Yunlan's sudden question was about, so she couldn't answer for a while. "Actually, fighting for victory in martial arts is a common occurrence." Jiang Yunlan said again. "'Bashu Wushuang' is indeed well written. But may I ask Master He, has your faction ever thought about changing this plaque and writing it as 'Unparalleled Under Heaven'?" Sitting next to He Zisheng, Chen Hongli laughed: "'Unparalleled Under Heaven'? Hehe, who has such a big breath, I want to see it!" Song Zhen hurriedly smoothed things over: "What we Senior Brother Chen means is that the world is so big, there are so many martial arts sects, capable people come forth in large numbers, who has-" Jiang Yunlan interrupted him: "Actually, it's not difficult for you to hang a plaque of 'Unparalleled Under Heaven'." "Not difficult?" Song Zhen was puzzled. All Qingcheng disciples looked at Jiang Yunlan.Yan Heng faintly felt that Jiang Yunlan's tone was very inappropriate. Jiang Yunlan talked and laughed freely. "As long as the Qingcheng faction changes its signboard and calls it 'Wudang faction Qingcheng Daochang', then it will be truly 'Unparalleled Under Heaven'." Song Zhen, Lu Yiwei, and Chen Hongli all stayed on the spot. Of course, Yan Heng and the other sixteen "Taoist disciples" understood Jiang Yunlan's words. ——Wudang is "peerless under heaven".If Qingcheng surrendered to Wudang and its branch, it would also gain some glory. For warriors, there is no more insulting word than this. The sixteen people's blood surged up one by one, and they all stared angrily at the three of Wudang.Several of them had reached out and pressed their hands on the hilts at their waists. Faced with this kind of insult, warriors usually have only one solution. He Zisheng didn't look angry.He just asked very slowly, very calmly: "What if I refuse?" When he asked, he didn't look at Jiang Yunlan, but Ye Chenyuan. Ye Chenyuan took out something from his lapel. It was a very old looking piece of wood, dark brown with age.There is a picture of Tai Chi engraved on it, and there is also a character "Wu" in seal script. "Master Yao of this faction ordered us to compete with the Qingcheng faction." Ye Chenyuan held up the wooden token. "To prove that my Wudang school martial arts is invincible in the world." Invincible.It is these four words. Simple as hell. Among the martial arts practitioners in the world, who hasn't dreamed of these four words?But how many people have the courage to speak out? When Ye Chenyuan said it, it seemed to be a matter of course, as if he was just stating a fact that everyone recognized. Song Zhen was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to respond.He still couldn't believe his ears. Such crazy words came from the mouth of a well-known and dignified deputy head. "Is there some misunderstanding? This... this... we are fellow martial artists, we should have—" A raised palm interrupted Song Zhen's speech. A palm with only four fingers. He Zisheng laughed.His face wrinkled into a ball of laughter. Laughing was scarier than when he was angry. The blood of the swordsman is already boiling.
On the teaching field on the east side of "Xuanmen She", the sun was in the sky, just at noon, the blue sky only had a few white clouds, which was completely different from yesterday's cloudy and rainy day. Yan Heng remembered that it was about this time when he went down the mountain to test his sword yesterday.Although it was only a day away, it seemed like a long time had passed. ——There are too many facts that happened to him and in front of him in the past two days. All Qingcheng's "Mountain Gate disciples" are also present.More than 200 people from Qingcheng sent surrounded the teaching field. More than 30 Wudang sect disciples in black stood at the west head, and all the Qingcheng sect cast their hostile eyes on them.But everyone in Wudang seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and they were completely unmoved. Song Li is also here.Originally, family members should not be present in this kind of martial arts competition, but Song Li's status is special, and everyone has long focused on Wu Dang, and no one came to drive her away. Seeing Hou Yingzhi standing among the crowd, she squeezed to his side. "Xiaoying...what happened?" Song Li looked curious. Hou Yingzhi didn't look at her, but stared at Wudang on the opposite side. "People from the Wudang faction. Come and challenge us." "What? Wudang?...Aren't they also members of the Orthodox Church? Why..." "Don't ask me. I don't know why." Song Li saw that Hou Yingzhi was staring at the crowd of Wudang with a tense and dignified expression, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions. Hou Yingzhi was actually not nervous.He just wanted to observe the behavior of these Wudang men and horses, and see if he could judge their weight, or what kind of martial arts they belonged to.This is the instinct of those who are addicted to martial arts. The same is true for Yan Heng standing behind the master.This challenge is definitely a big threat to the Qingcheng faction, but Yan Heng is still a little bit looking forward to and excited: to see how the seniors use Qingcheng martial arts to fight against foreign enemies, and to have a chance to see the martial arts of such a famous school as Wudang, it is really amazing Rare opportunity. ——Martial art, after all, is produced in the struggle between human beings. Song Zhen stepped forward, walked to the center of the training field, and said loudly to the Wudang camp: "How about we just have three competitions?" "What three games? Mother-in-law's." Jiang Yunlan said coldly, the smile just now had long since disappeared. "If you want to compare, compare until one of them completely surrenders." He looked around at the Qingcheng disciples in the training ground, and said: "If you want to swarm up and fight in groups, we will accompany you as well, and we don't think there are too many of you." "This is a martial arts competition." Song Zhen frowned. "Do you mean the fighting of hooligans in the city?" "Whether it's a martial arts contest or a fight, what's the difference? It just depends on who wins." Song Zhen also stopped entangled with him. "You are guests. In the first team, I will let you choose someone to play first." He said it nicely, but in fact, he had already planned in his heart that the side selected later is actually more advantageous. You can see what the other party sends before making a decision. Whoever is sent out is more confident in dealing with it. Jiang Yunlan looked at the short man Xi Zhaoping. Xi Zhaoping understood, and entered the arena with steady steps. ——They don't need to discuss it at all. It seems that everything has been planned long before going to Mount Qingcheng.Going up the mountain early is also a time for the Qingcheng faction to be unprepared. Song Zhen saw that Xi Zhaoping entered the arena, but still did not hold a weapon, so she asked, "Are you going to compete in boxing in the first battle?" Xi Zhaoping shook his head. "It doesn't matter. If your people want to use weapons, I can deal with them with bare hands." The Qingcheng disciples on the sidelines were in an uproar. ——This guy from Wudang Mountain is so arrogant, he really admires Bianqingcheng's swordsmanship! Song Zhen looked back at the sixteen "Taoist disciples" behind her, thinking about it in her heart. The opponent only sent out a disciple who was less than thirty years old, and he must not send a disciple whose seniority is too far apart, and of course he must be good at boxing—the dignified Qingcheng sect, if he really sent someone to use a sword, Wouldn't fighting against an unarmed opponent greatly damage the reputation of the sect? Song Zhen's gaze finally fell on her son.Song Dehai also looked at his father and nodded. However, such an important decision still needs to be made by the head of the sect. He Zisheng sat on a bamboo chair.The big disciple Yu Sihao behind him is holding a large long wooden box respectfully with both hands. The wood color is very old, and the pattern of dragon and tiger fighting is engraved on it. "Dehai." He Zisheng called out.He and his younger brother Song Zhen have the same heart. "You go out and walk with him all the way." Song Dehai replied loudly: "Yes!" He took off the long sword on his waist and handed it to the junior brother beside him, and walked to the middle of the teaching field. Among this group of senior "Taoist disciples", Song Dehai, the fifth disciple, has always been regarded as the most talented one, and his martial arts practice has long surpassed that of his elder brother Yu Sihao.Song Zhen's plan is: In the first battle, immediately send this strongest disciple to fight. As long as he wins in one fell swoop, the Wudang faction's spirit will be greatly frustrated, and the opponent may retreat in spite of the difficulties. Although the Qingcheng School is not famous for fist and kick fighting, there are several sword techniques in the school that can be evolved into unarmed moves.In particular, a set of short swordsmanship "Shangmi Sword", which emphasizes short combat in close quarters, and the free left hand must be supplemented with grasping palms. "Secret Sword" is practiced extremely well; Master Uncle Chen Hongli himself is good at boxing, seeing that Song Dehai has a talent for boxing and fighting, he has already imparted his decades of experience to him.Song Dehai is already the first person in unarmed boxing on Qingcheng Mountain, so he is the most suitable for this first battle. Every time Song Dehai took a step, he was already secretly adjusting his breathing, and many muscles in his limbs also relaxed accordingly.When he got to the center of the arena, his muscles and muscles had warmed up, his breathing and blood vessels were unobstructed, and he was in a fighting state. Song Li on the sidelines could not help biting her lip when she saw her brother going into battle, with a worried expression on her face. Yan Heng and Hou Yingzhi have been taught by this fifth senior brother for several years, of course they know how many times his martial arts are superior to theirs, and they are full of confidence in him to represent Qingcheng in battle. That Wudang sect's Xi Zhaoping, with an extremely relaxed expression, slowly untied his belt, took off the black toga, and exposed his upper body. Everyone in Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh when they saw this body.I saw Xi Zhaoping's square chest and round back, his body was very thick and thick, the strange thing was that the bones and joints all protruded in square corners, as if some foreign matter was inlaid under the skin, especially on the right shoulder, there was a big bulge, covered with Solid muscle texture.The two arms stretched from the shoulders to the fingers, and the surface color was a bit strange. When I looked closely, I found that they were all covered with thick calluses, like scales. Wudang School is famous for its soft boxing, especially for Sanfeng Patriarch, who watched snakes and cranes fight each other, and created the internal martial arts "Taijiquan", which uses softness to overcome rigidity and self-sacrifice to obey others, which is even more famous all over the world.But Song Zhen saw this person's strange body, but it was completely the characteristics of excellent foreign martial arts, and training this kind of weird body completely violated Wudang martial arts' idea of emphasizing health preservation. Song Zhen couldn't help being a little skeptical: Could it be that these Wudang disciples are pretending?But looking at their clothing and weapons, plus Ye Chenyuan and the token in his hand, it seems that they cannot be faked... Song Dehai and Xi Zhaoping stood facing each other.Since it was no longer a friendly exchange of ideas, the two of them did not perform fisting salutes, and as soon as their eyes met, they had already settled their postures. Song Dehai is posing in the authentic "Shangmi Sword" stance, with the striker's right palm probing forward, his fingertips indistinctly pointing directly at the center of the opponent's eyebrows; his left palm protects the vital points in the center.Because it is not a sharp sword, more strength is needed to kill the opponent, so the horse stance is slightly lower than when using a sword, but it does not lose its agility. "Good!" Song Zhen praised her son in her heart. But seeing that Xi Zhaoping's posture is very strange, the right side is also in front of the body, but the huge right shoulder is raised high, the underarm is clamped, the elbow joint is tightly folded, the protruding joint bones of the shoulder and arm are They fit together like a carpenter's tenons and joints, the concave and convex parts are seamlessly fastened together, and the whole curved arm is like a meat shield in front of you, with no gaps in it.The left hand, which is as long as the arm of an ape, hangs loosely behind. Xi Zhaoping's horse gait is lower than Song Dehai's, and his body is completely sideways to Song Dehai, his head and face are drooping to hide behind the raised right shoulder. At first glance, his upper body is mostly covered by the arm shield.It can be said that this kind of boxing posture has never been seen before, and only such a strange body can put it out. Song Dehai never thought that someone in the world could use his arm as a shield like this.He held a pair of sword palms empty, but found that the opponent's defense was tight and he had nowhere to make a move. "How is it?" Xi Zhaoping had time to speak. "I'm waiting for you! Well, if you don't come here, then I will do it first." While he was talking, he stepped on the unicorn with his legs, and rushed over quickly sideways, using that "arm shield" to open the way in front of him, it seemed that he was about to bump into Song Dehai forcefully. Song Dehai saw that the opponent's right arm was practiced so weirdly, this "arm shield" must be very strong, and he would definitely suffer from a frontal attack.To deal with an enemy who is riding sideways, it is the best strategy to attack around the blind spot on his back.Song Dehai stepped on a triangle, walked obliquely to the left, and struck Xi Zhaoping's ear with a killing palm from the inside out - but this was just a false attack, in fact it was a palm aimed at the opponent's waist to cover up the next move. But he forgot that Xi Zhaoping's "arm shield" is not really a shield, but also a movable arm. Xi Zhaoping's "arm shield" loosened, raised his strong right shoulder, and forcibly received Song Dehai's weak left killing palm, followed by a heavy elbow, and knocked away the attacking right palm. The timing was just right, as if he could read Song Dehai's mind. Xi Zhaoping was at close range, grinning at Song Dehai. He then turned around halfway, and the limp left arm seemed to come alive suddenly, and swung across Song Dehai's head and face like a whip! During this tenth of his breath, Song Dehai withdrew his right arm in time and raised it high, forcefully following the whip punch.Knowing that it was not good, he hurriedly flew back, and at the same time, he kicked towards Xi Zhaoping's right shin with a spiked kick.He can still kick this kick when retreating to block the opponent's pursuit, which really shows his superb talent in boxing. Xi Zhaoping did not pursue, instead Shen Ma took the kick forcefully.He then used his right arm to form a shield again, returning to a seamless stance. After the kick, Song Dehai groaned secretly, his toe seemed to be kicked on an iron bar, and he felt a dull pain instead.Blood oozes from the sleeve of the right arm that received a hard punch——Xi Zhaoping's whip punch caused the skin under the clothes to rupture. Song Zhen was secretly startled when she saw her son fighting the opponent this time.This Xi Zhaoping is not very old, but the left and right sides of his body can cultivate such two poles of kung fu, one pole is strong and the other pole is flexible, which is really unprecedented coordination.Just now the Whip Fist's relaxation and force release method is undoubtedly the Wudang Soft Fist style, this person is indeed a Wudang disciple. ——But I’ve never heard of it before. Wudang Pai’s martial arts have such a spicy side! Xi Zhaoping's face was half hidden behind his right shoulder again.He looked at Song Dehai and said loudly: "You can't beat me like this. Don't waste time. Either you take a weapon; or you send another person out." Song Dehai's anger rose from his heart, and he immediately gathered his mind. His still body suddenly jumped up violently, and his right palm stabbed forward like a sword! Song Dehai's move, on the outside, looks like an ordinary attack with full energy, but in fact, he used it. He imagined that there was a raging fire behind him, which stimulated his body to make a reflex action without thinking, and the move was immediately accelerated. double. This kind of brain skill of "borrowing phases" is a level higher than the basic physical strength skill.Song Dehai is one of the few "Taoist Disciples" of the Qingcheng School who can master this secret method proficiently. This style of "burning the body with fire" makes it perfect.Song Dehai started holding a sword at the age of five, and the strength of his five fingers is extraordinary.He usually practices this move, his palms are enough to break through thick green-skinned bamboos. Aim at Xi Zhaoping, revealing a left eye outside the right shoulder. Song Dehai had already imagined the scene of his finger penetrating his opponent's eyes.The moment of victory. But no matter how fast Song Dehai clapped his palm, it couldn't be faster than Xi Zhaoping's small movement. Close your eyelids. Xi Zhaoping's left eye was closed tightly, and the nearby skin and muscles were wrinkled into a ball, and he took the stab hard! ——Xi Zhaoping also knows the technique of "borrowing phases". At this moment, he visualized himself turning into an extremely hard rock, and his muscles contracted extremely tightly. Song Dehai felt that this palm stabbed at the opponent's eyelid, but he couldn't penetrate an inch.The entire right arm stopped straight in front of him. Taking advantage of this pause, Xi Zhaoping stretched his right arm, trapped Song Dehai's right wrist with his armpit, and then held his forearm with his elbow inward. Song Dehai felt that Xi Zhaoping's move was so powerful that it was as strong as an iron clamp.He was terrified. Xi Zhaoping spun around, holding Song Dehai's arm, using his elbow as a fulcrum, and slammed to the side! If Song Dehai resisted with strength, he would only break his elbow.Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to turn over in the air, relieve the force of the fall, and keep his right arm, but his back hit the ground heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust, and he was already at an extremely disadvantaged position. Xi Zhaoping laughed wildly, and swung his left fist again, hitting Song Dehai's restrained elbow like a whip. The elbow is completely straightened, how can it withstand such a sharp whip?At the point of impact, the elbow joint made a cracking sound. Song Dehai on the ground was covered with cold sweat, biting his lower lip tightly. In general martial arts contests, the winner has already been decided at this point. But Xi Zhaoping hadn't let go of Song Dehai, the grasping right hand violently entangled, and then raised his knee and slammed into the seriously injured arm. The shoulder joint was twisted.The radius and ulna of the forearm were simultaneously fractured. Song Dehai couldn't help moaning anymore.Only then was Xi Zhaoping satisfied, and let go of the purple limp arm. Xi Zhaoping opened his left eye.After all, the eyes are a major weakness of the human body. Although he took the stabbing stance with amazing hard work, the eyeballs were still covered with red veins.Xi Zhaoping howled, one eye was red, and with that monstrous figure, he looked like a demon. Song Li on the sidelines screamed. Song Zhen ran forward to help her son up.But seeing Song Dehai's face was pale, his right arm was severely damaged, and the white broken bone was showing through the skin. Suffering such severe trauma, the two joints of the shoulder and elbow were severely damaged, and it was the right hand equal to the life of a swordsman—Song Dehai, the future leader of the Qingcheng faction, had already lost his martial arts. "It's so ruthless!" Song Zhen's expression was filled with grief.He had pinned all his hopes for the rest of his life on this son. "Is this a martial arts contest?" He glared at Xi Zhaoping angrily. "We made it clear a long time ago." Xi Zhaoping rubbed his left eye. "Whether it's a martial arts competition or a fight, it makes no difference to us." Song Li cried "Brother!" and wanted to run out of the arena, but was stopped by Hou Yingzhi in time. All the disciples of Qingcheng around the teaching field felt an aura of grief and indignation. Yan Heng clenched his fists tightly and stared at Xi Zhaoping angrily, his canthus tearing open. Xi Zhaoping was complacent, looked around the crowd, opened his arms with one firm and one soft, and said, "How about it? Who is next? Who will try my Wudang sect's 'Liangyi Jiequan'?" Everyone in Qingcheng was moved.Xi Zhaoping's tricky hands were completely beyond the rules of martial arts competitions, and he was even brazen about it afterwards. This is not a contest at all.But a duel. Xi Zhaoping pointed at Song Zhen: "What about you? How about you come? Come and avenge your son!" 宋梨满脸泪水，但这时见父亲成了下一个挑战目标，不再哭叫，只是惶恐地看着场中央。 “不行……”侯英志这时摇摇头轻声说：“宋师叔……不是对手……” “你说什么？”他身边的麦大杰一把抓住他衣襟。 “我不是说丧气话。”侯英志很冷静。“我这是在判断。” “老头子不行吗？”锡昭屏转而瞧向青城的那些“道传弟子”。“年轻的怎么样？谁来？” 宋贞怒视锡昭屏。在这近距离他才发现，锡昭屏左边颈项处，有一个拇指头大小的刺青。是个奇怪的三角形符号。 “这……”宋贞指着他说：“这不是物移邪教的徽纹吗？怎么你身上会有？” 锡昭屏不以为意地微笑说：“是又怎么样？我老爹从前确是物移教徒，二十年前他带着我归顺武当正道，这不行吗？” 宋贞满腹疑惑。武当派这伙人悍烈之气逼人，甚至有点迹近邪道。 ——难道是跟物移教有关系？ ... “说什么不相干的废话？你到底要不要打？要不要替你宝贝儿子出这口气？”锡昭屏继续大叫。 这时在场外的燕横，满脑子血气翻涌。他目睹宋师兄惨败，然后又听见锡昭屏这些话，已经完全被愤怒冲昏。在他眼中，身边的人全都似消失了，除了仍站在场中挑衅的锡昭屏。 ——青城派的尊严，不容污损。 燕横无意识地向前踏出一步。第二步。第三步。 张鹏正站在燕横身后，一把拉住了他。燕横却还像没有清醒，也没回头看师兄一眼，仍是盯着前面的锡昭屏。 他眼中，只有仇敌。 锡昭屏见青城众精英弟子里，竟然只有一个最年轻的小毛头想走出来应战，又想揶揄一番。 但这时一把声音响起。 没有高声发言。但所有人都听得见。 “你说够了没有？” 穿着白色掌门道袍的高大身躯，从竹椅站了起来。 锡昭屏看见何自圣站立，马上收起轻佻笑容，凝神注视这个名动武林的大剑豪。 “真是荣幸。”锡昭屏磨拳擦掌。 青城众人皆感意外。想不到第二阵，掌门就要亲自出手了。 何自圣身后的俞思豪，上前一步，把手里一直捧着的那个长形木匣，递到师尊身前。 锡昭屏神情兴奋地等待着。 但他后面传来一句话。 “退下。今天这儿，没有人是他的对手。除了我。” 黑袍的叶辰渊，已经接过弟子递来的一双长剑。精光发射的细眼直视对面的何自圣。 何自圣没有显得意外，反而嘴角微笑。 锡昭屏无言退出场外，没有半句异议。他知道副掌门的话是事实。 “刚才那场比武根本就多余。”叶辰渊把双剑并拢提在左手，往前踏出一步。“唯一有意义的，只有这一场。” 何自圣没有回答。他伸出只有四根指头的右手，摸在那个长木匣的盖子上。 ——好伙伴。我们要来了。 传统武道之修练分为三等层次，分别为“气”、“意”、“神”。 “气”者，即为先前所说的“气劲贯发”，讲求身体肌肉的操作协调和神经的敏锐反应，纯是肉体上的功夫。古代无解剖医学，而身体动作往往要与呼吸配合，因此古人主观认为，劲力乃由“气”在体内运动产生，其实并无直接关系。 不管身体动作协调得如何完美，其速度和劲力，还是要取决于肌肉的基本力量，因此基础的体力锻炼还是必需的，尤其这个初级阶段，日夕流汗练功必不可少。真正的武者体魄，不是靠静坐养气之类优雅的修练就能塑造出来。 下一阶段为“意”，亦即脑袋和意念上的功夫。武者透过静坐、站桩或其他修练方式，达到开发脑部的效果，令神经的敏锐度和统合能力进一步提高，发挥出更超凡的速度与力量。 同时因为武者的脑袋活动高度集中而活跃，也就产生出各种意念的秘法。其中最常用一种为“借相”。“借相”即是“假借意念之法”，简单说就是制造极为逼真的想象，以催动身体做出超乎平时水准的强烈动作招式。 例如前文所述，青城派宋德海的“火烧身”，即是幻想身后有猛火燃烧，自然制造出不经脑部思考的反射（reflex），比平日有意识的动作高速得多。 “借相”还有很多不同种类。有的是想象自己体质改变，例如幻想自己手腿变成竹簧弹弓，或是全身化为岩石（前文武当派锡昭屏的硬功，即用了这“岩凝”之法）；也有高手在出招时，想象雷鸣、山崩、猛兽等各种情景事物，催激招式的气势力量。 武者必善用“意念”功夫，方能跻身一流高手之列。“意”的培养锻炼，往往透过静坐、禅定等方法进行，与宗教修练相通，所以当世的高超武学，十之八九源出于宗教山门。 武者的身体，虽然因为长期锻炼，衰老比常人较缓慢，但体力自中年开始还是难免下降。同时因为年纪渐长，心性情绪变得沉稳，“意念”功夫容易增进，大大弥补了体能之不足，整体功力往往反比年轻时更高强。大多的武者，通常约于四十至五十岁时，达到身体与意念最均衡的高峰状态（何自圣与叶辰渊皆在此年纪）。 至于第三阶段“神”，或曰“神妙”，不能传授，可悟而不可求，乃是武道上口耳相传的最高境地。所谓“入神妙之境”，没有客观标准或描述，只是主观追求的一个理想层次。 曾有传言或记载，说及“神妙”高手各种奇行，或能预测敌人意图，或能释放自己意念动摇对手，种种异能，皆无从证实。
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When Yan Heng heard the bell, he had just finished teaching this morning class, and dismissed those already exhausted juniors. It was the first time Yan Heng had heard the bell since he had started for more than six years. The big bronze bell was originally a magic weapon of the Jianfu Palace in Qingcheng Mountain. It was moved to the side of the ancestral hall of "Xuanmenshe" a hundred years ago, and it was rarely rang.But Yan Heng knew the meaning of the bell. ——The Qingcheng faction has an urgent matter, and urgently summoned all the disciples. In particular, Yan Heng was already a "disciple of Taoism", as soon as he heard the bell, he had to rush to the "Guiyuan Hall" to meet the master. He hurriedly picked up the sword bag, and instead of taking the mountain path, he ran and jumped down the hillside. Yan Heng entered the "Xuanmen House", and when he arrived at the gate of the "Guiyuan Hall", a large group of "training disciples" had already gathered in front of the gate.Seeing Yan Heng approaching, they separated to make way for themselves. Mai Dajie is also among them.He asked Yan Heng: "Do you know what happened?" He looked nervous when he asked.The other juniors also had the same expression. "I don't know." Yan Heng handed the practice sword bag to Mai Dajie for safekeeping, and walked into the corridor of "Guiyuan Hall" alone. Entering the "Guiyuan Hall", Yan Heng saw that the master and the three martial uncles had already sat down, and most of the rest of the "Taoist disciples" had already arrived.He hastily saluted the elders.But He Zisheng didn't say anything. Yan Heng saw that the sword cabinet on the left side of the hall had already been opened, and the senior brothers who came also put on their swords.Zhang Peng was also among them. He picked up a long sword from the shelf and handed it to Yan Heng. "Come on." Zhang Peng said, and helped Yan Heng hang the scabbard on his belt. Yan Heng asked Zhang Peng in a low voice while binding the rope on the scabbard: "What's the matter—" "Don't ask. Wait for Master to tell you." Zhang Peng signaled him not to speak again. The rest of the senior brothers also rushed to get their swords from the sword cabinet. There is a dignified atmosphere in the whole "Guiyuan Hall". He Zisheng and the other four were still sitting in silence.Song Zhen glanced at the expressions of the disciples.The letter said that the people from the Wudang faction would arrive tomorrow, and the ringing of the bell today was a preparatory exercise.He was very satisfied to see that none of the sixteen people showed panic. When the sixteen "disciples of Taoism" had put on their swords and stood neatly in line, Song Zhen gave a dry cough and was about to speak.All eyes were on his face. "Tomorrow..." He took Wu Dang's letter and began to say. But before Song Zhen could say the third word, there was a knock on the door outside the main entrance of the lobby. Since Yan Heng is the last seat in this hall, it is natural for him to answer the door. Outside the door was Hou Yingzhi. "What? Xiaoying, you should know the rules, you can't come in at this time..." Hou Yingzhi ignored him, but looked towards the back of the hall instead. "The disciple has something important to report!" Hou Yingzhi said loudly. "What's the matter? Tell me!" Song Zhen was very impatient when she was interrupted. "It's the little Taoist priest guarding the gate. He is outside the gate and has something urgent to report, so the disciple came here to send a message." Hou Yingzhi looked around at the senior brothers in the hall, all of them were wearing real swords.Looks like something serious is going on. "He said that a group of people who claimed to belong to the Wudang sect had entered the mountain gate just now and were coming to the 'Xuanmenshe'. He ran over to inform us first." Song Zhen felt a chill in her heart. ——Didn't it mean tomorrow?What's wrong…… He felt a little uneasy, and looked at He Zisheng. At this moment, He Zisheng closed his gray eyes and sat upright on the chair. It seems to have settled down.
The many Qingcheng disciples gathered outside the "Xuanmen House" nervously watched the group of Wudang sect warriors walking towards them.They don't know what happened yet. The Wudang crowd actually numbered more than thirty people, all of them were wearing black robes, and almost all of them were wearing weapons, shining brightly in the sunlight.Half of them have long swords hanging from their waists, and some of them hold knives and guns, as well as rattan plates, iron whips, daggers, and even various strange weapons. They are a lineup that is ready to fight at any time. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. On the left lapel of the black robe was a Taiji Liangyi symbol woven with silver thread, and a pair of long swords were crossed on his back.He was unusually tall and thin, with long black and white mixed hair hanging down his head, his thin, beardless face was pale, and his slender eyes were cold and sharp.Under the eyelids on both sides of his eyes, a line of thin curved runes like a spell were stabbed with green ink, extending almost to the corners of his mouth, which looked like two lines of black tears from a distance. Song Zhen took several "disciples of Taoism", including his son Song Dehai, out of the gate of "Xuanmenshe" to welcome them. "Wudang faction comrades are here, and we are far away to welcome you." Song Zhen bowed her hands and looked at the long-haired middle-aged man. "Your Excellency is..." "Ye Chenyuan." He just arched his hands lightly, without a trace of a smile on his face. "Please see Mr. He, the head of your sect." Song Zhen had heard of Ye Chenyuan's name: Back then Tie Qingzi led the "Thirty-Eight Swords of Wudang" bloody battles and transferred them to teach. After repeated vicious fights, only five of the thirty-eight disciples survived. He was not yet twenty years old at that time. Ye Chenyuan is one of them.To be able to survive that fierce battle, and after years of practice, Ye Chenyuan's art industry must not be taken lightly to become the current deputy head of Wudang. ——It is known that the Wudang faction has flourished in talent and has a huge organization in recent years.After the current leader Yao ascended the throne, there were as many as three deputy leaders under him, and Ye Chenyuan was just one of them; the next one selected elite disciples from the sect, and established the "Soldier Crow Way", "Suppressing Turtle Way", and "Shou Snake Way". "Tao" and other levels of branches, each with their own duties, vaguely have a gang scale. Song Zhen looked at the two people around Ye Chenyuan again: the one on the left looked only a few years younger than Ye Chenyuan, with scars all over his face, and a large piece of his nose and right ear had been cut off earlier, forming long-standing scars.On his left hand he wore an iron armor glove like a beast's claw, and on his waist was a long sword with a sharkskin sheath. The gauntlet wrapped around the hilt was very old. The one on the right is only twenty-seven or eight years old, and is much shorter and stronger than the other two.He was wearing a black toga, but the figure under the robe was very strange.There is a big lump in the right shoulder, and I don't know if it is born with a deformity.A pair of palm-like palms with protruding knuckles, and no weapons on the body, one can tell at a glance that they are good boxers. Song Zhen was amazed.The Wudang sect has always been known for its internal kung fu of subduing rigidity with softness, and is also good at maintaining health, but the three at the head, and the thirty or so black-robed disciples behind them, all exude a ferocious aura like a beast, which is completely different from He is a practitioner of the martial arts known as "needle hidden in cotton".Especially the vice head of Ye, who has tattoos on his face - tattooing has been a punishment for criminals since ancient times, but he doesn't shy away from it, it seems that he has lost his status as a decent leader of the famous family. ——They all wore black robes, and they seemed to be the most elite disciples of the "Soldier Crow Dao" of the Wudang School. "This must be Mr. Song, the head of the Qingcheng faction." said the man with many scars on his face. "I'm Wudang disciple Jiang Yunlan. We saw that today is a good day, so we took the liberty to come up to the mountain to pay our respects. Please bear with me." Compared to the cold Ye Chenyuan, this Jiang Yunlan seems to be easier to talk to.Song Zhen immediately clasped her hands and smiled: "You're welcome. The head of our faction has already greeted you in the inner hall. But..." He looked at Jiang Yunlan's waist with a smile. "Ah... we naturally understand this." Jiang Yunlan smiled and took off the ancient sword and the armored gloves on his waist, and handed them to the disciples behind.Ye Chenyuan was silent for a while, and reached out to untie the knot on his chest.Two disciples came forward from behind and took over the double swords on his back. "Please." Song Zhen waved to the door.The three people headed by the Wudang faction followed suit.The rest of the black-clothed disciples of the Wudang sect waited quietly in place one by one, with strict discipline. In front of the gate of "Guiyuan Hall", I saw that all the "Taoist disciples" of the Qingcheng School inside were wearing swords, the atmosphere was tense, but the three of Wudang were completely unmoved, and they still walked forward calmly.They looked up at the plaque of "Bashu Wushuang", and then looked at He Zisheng, who was sitting under the plaque, in a white robe. Ye Chenyuan took two steps forward.He bowed his hands and saluted this time, much more respectful than Song Zhen just now. "I have heard for a long time that there is a fierce tiger living on Qingcheng Mountain. I can see it today, so what I said is true." Ye Chenyuan said. He Zisheng didn't answer, but just looked at Ye Chenyuan with a pair of gray eyes, and after a long time, he stretched out his palm to signal him to sit down. Of course, this was not the first time Yan Heng saw guests from other martial arts sects.But in the past, those who came to visit were just some small sects from nearby places, who came to Qingcheng to give gifts and make connections; the one who came today was the famous Wudang swordsman, and he was really nervous.But at this moment Yan Heng heard that even the deputy head of the Wudang School respected and praised Master so much, he couldn't help but feel a burst of pride. He peeked at senior brother Zhang Peng.The corner of Zhang Peng's mouth was smiling, and he seemed to be thinking the same thing. The three of Wudang sat down, and another servant brought tea and fruit.Song Zhen and Jiang Yunlan each introduced their family members, only then did they know that the third short man with a strange figure was named Xi Zhaoping. After exchanging some polite words, Song Zhen knew it was time to get down to business. "Both Wudang and Qingcheng came from the Taoist sect and belonged to the 'nine sects'. Over the years, they have had little contact with each other. Today's meeting is really rare, and we should also make good friends in the future." Song Zhen said. "I don't know if Deputy Head Ye has any other important things to do when he comes to Sichuan this time, besides visiting our school and recounting the fellowship of martial arts?" Ye Chenyuan didn't answer, nor showed any expression, just kept looking at He Zisheng. Jiang Yunlan who was beside him interrupted.Pointing to the plaque on it, he said: "These four characters are written vigorously and powerfully! 'Bashu Wushuang' is so good, so good." He gave a thumbs up when he said it. All the disciples in the hall also looked at the plaque, with proud expressions on their faces. "But the phrase 'Bashu Wushuang'..." Jiang Yunlan continued. "People from the Emei faction heard it, do you have any comments?" Song Zhen, Lu Yiwei, Chen Hongli and all the disciples were astonished.The Emei Sect is also one of the "Nine Great Sects". It is also in Sichuan, and its history and reputation are no less than that of the Qingcheng Sect.Ling Danyang, the former head of Qingcheng, wrote the four characters "Bashu Wushuang" in person. The original meaning was that Qingcheng was unique in swordsmanship - the Emei sect was dominated by spears and sticks, and their swordsmanship was inferior to Qingcheng's. Everyone knows. After the Emei faction learned of the plaque, they naturally had a misunderstanding, and the two factions fell apart.Although Qingcheng Pai wrote these four words a bit at a loss, but since it has been hung up, there is absolutely no reason to take it down.Over the years, the two factions have exchanged martial arts several times, and each has won or lost. But also because of this long-term competition, the martial arts of the two factions have both improved, and their reputations are stronger than ever.Later, He Zisheng's master, Lv Cunzhong, the head of Qingcheng, forged a golden gun and presented it to Emei, and the grievances between the two factions were resolved. Song Zhen didn't know what Jiang Yunlan's sudden question was about, so she couldn't answer for a while. "Actually, fighting for victory in martial arts is a common occurrence." Jiang Yunlan said again. "'Bashu Wushuang' is indeed well written. But may I ask Master He, has your faction ever thought about changing this plaque and writing it as 'Unparalleled Under Heaven'?" Sitting next to He Zisheng, Chen Hongli laughed: "'Unparalleled Under Heaven'? Hehe, who has such a big breath, I want to see it!" Song Zhen hurriedly smoothed things over: "What we Senior Brother Chen means is that the world is so big, there are so many martial arts sects, capable people come forth in large numbers, who has-" Jiang Yunlan interrupted him: "Actually, it's not difficult for you to hang a plaque of 'Unparalleled Under Heaven'." "Not difficult?" Song Zhen was puzzled. All Qingcheng disciples looked at Jiang Yunlan.Yan Heng faintly felt that Jiang Yunlan's tone was very inappropriate. Jiang Yunlan talked and laughed freely. "As long as the Qingcheng faction changes its signboard and calls it 'Wudang faction Qingcheng Daochang', then it will be truly 'Unparalleled Under Heaven'." Song Zhen, Lu Yiwei, and Chen Hongli all stayed on the spot. Of course, Yan Heng and the other sixteen "Taoist disciples" understood Jiang Yunlan's words. ——Wudang is "peerless under heaven".If Qingcheng surrendered to Wudang and its branch, it would also gain some glory. For warriors, there is no more insulting word than this. The sixteen people's blood surged up one by one, and they all stared angrily at the three of Wudang.Several of them had reached out and pressed their hands on the hilts at their waists. Faced with this kind of insult, warriors usually have only one solution. He Zisheng didn't look angry.He just asked very slowly, very calmly: "What if I refuse?" When he asked, he didn't look at Jiang Yunlan, but Ye Chenyuan. Ye Chenyuan took out something from his lapel. It was a very old looking piece of wood, dark brown with age.There is a picture of Tai Chi engraved on it, and there is also a character "Wu" in seal script. "Master Yao of this faction ordered us to compete with the Qingcheng faction." Ye Chenyuan held up the wooden token. "To prove that my Wudang school martial arts is invincible in the world." Invincible.It is these four words. Simple as hell. Among the martial arts practitioners in the world, who hasn't dreamed of these four words?But how many people have the courage to speak out? When Ye Chenyuan said it, it seemed to be a matter of course, as if he was just stating a fact that everyone recognized. Song Zhen was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to respond.He still couldn't believe his ears. Such crazy words came from the mouth of a well-known and dignified deputy head. "Is there some misunderstanding? This... this... we are fellow martial artists, we should have—" A raised palm interrupted Song Zhen's speech. A palm with only four fingers. He Zisheng laughed.His face wrinkled into a ball of laughter. Laughing was scarier than when he was angry. The blood of the swordsman is already boiling.
On the teaching field on the east side of "Xuanmen She", the sun was in the sky, just at noon, the blue sky only had a few white clouds, which was completely different from yesterday's cloudy and rainy day. Yan Heng remembered that it was about this time when he went down the mountain to test his sword yesterday.Although it was only a day away, it seemed like a long time had passed. ——There are too many facts that happened to him and in front of him in the past two days. All Qingcheng's "Mountain Gate disciples" are also present.More than 200 people from Qingcheng sent surrounded the teaching field. More than 30 Wudang sect disciples in black stood at the west head, and all the Qingcheng sect cast their hostile eyes on them.But everyone in Wudang seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and they were completely unmoved. Song Li is also here.Originally, family members should not be present in this kind of martial arts competition, but Song Li's status is special, and everyone has long focused on Wu Dang, and no one came to drive her away. Seeing Hou Yingzhi standing among the crowd, she squeezed to his side. "Xiaoying...what happened?" Song Li looked curious. Hou Yingzhi didn't look at her, but stared at Wudang on the opposite side. "People from the Wudang faction. Come and challenge us." "What? Wudang?...Aren't they also members of the Orthodox Church? Why..." "Don't ask me. I don't know why." Song Li saw that Hou Yingzhi was staring at the crowd of Wudang with a tense and dignified expression, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions. Hou Yingzhi was actually not nervous.He just wanted to observe the behavior of these Wudang men and horses, and see if he could judge their weight, or what kind of martial arts they belonged to.This is the instinct of those who are addicted to martial arts. The same is true for Yan Heng standing behind the master.This challenge is definitely a big threat to the Qingcheng faction, but Yan Heng is still a little bit looking forward to and excited: to see how the seniors use Qingcheng martial arts to fight against foreign enemies, and to have a chance to see the martial arts of such a famous school as Wudang, it is really amazing Rare opportunity. ——Martial art, after all, is produced in the struggle between human beings. Song Zhen stepped forward, walked to the center of the training field, and said loudly to the Wudang camp: "How about we just have three competitions?" "What three games? Mother-in-law's." Jiang Yunlan said coldly, the smile just now had long since disappeared. "If you want to compare, compare until one of them completely surrenders." He looked around at the Qingcheng disciples in the training ground, and said: "If you want to swarm up and fight in groups, we will accompany you as well, and we don't think there are too many of you." "This is a martial arts competition." Song Zhen frowned. "Do you mean the fighting of hooligans in the city?" "Whether it's a martial arts contest or a fight, what's the difference? It just depends on who wins." Song Zhen also stopped entangled with him. "You are guests. In the first team, I will let you choose someone to play first." He said it nicely, but in fact, he had already planned in his heart that the side selected later is actually more advantageous. You can see what the other party sends before making a decision. Whoever is sent out is more confident in dealing with it. Jiang Yunlan looked at the short man Xi Zhaoping. Xi Zhaoping understood, and entered the arena with steady steps. ——They don't need to discuss it at all. It seems that everything has been planned long before going to Mount Qingcheng.Going up the mountain early is also a time for the Qingcheng faction to be unprepared. Song Zhen saw that Xi Zhaoping entered the arena, but still did not hold a weapon, so she asked, "Are you going to compete in boxing in the first battle?" Xi Zhaoping shook his head. "It doesn't matter. If your people want to use weapons, I can deal with them with bare hands." The Qingcheng disciples on the sidelines were in an uproar. ——This guy from Wudang Mountain is so arrogant, he really admires Bianqingcheng's swordsmanship! Song Zhen looked back at the sixteen "Taoist disciples" behind her, thinking about it in her heart. The opponent only sent out a disciple who was less than thirty years old, and he must not send a disciple whose seniority is too far apart, and of course he must be good at boxing—the dignified Qingcheng sect, if he really sent someone to use a sword, Wouldn't fighting against an unarmed opponent greatly damage the reputation of the sect? Song Zhen's gaze finally fell on her son.Song Dehai also looked at his father and nodded. However, such an important decision still needs to be made by the head of the sect. He Zisheng sat on a bamboo chair.The big disciple Yu Sihao behind him is holding a large long wooden box respectfully with both hands. The wood color is very old, and the pattern of dragon and tiger fighting is engraved on it. "Dehai." He Zisheng called out.He and his younger brother Song Zhen have the same heart. "You go out and walk with him all the way." Song Dehai replied loudly: "Yes!" He took off the long sword on his waist and handed it to the junior brother beside him, and walked to the middle of the teaching field. Among this group of senior "Taoist disciples", Song Dehai, the fifth disciple, has always been regarded as the most talented one, and his martial arts practice has long surpassed that of his elder brother Yu Sihao.Song Zhen's plan is: In the first battle, immediately send this strongest disciple to fight. As long as he wins in one fell swoop, the Wudang faction's spirit will be greatly frustrated, and the opponent may retreat in spite of the difficulties. Although the Qingcheng School is not famous for fist and kick fighting, there are several sword techniques in the school that can be evolved into unarmed moves.In particular, a set of short swordsmanship "Shangmi Sword", which emphasizes short combat in close quarters, and the free left hand must be supplemented with grasping palms. "Secret Sword" is practiced extremely well; Master Uncle Chen Hongli himself is good at boxing, seeing that Song Dehai has a talent for boxing and fighting, he has already imparted his decades of experience to him.Song Dehai is already the first person in unarmed boxing on Qingcheng Mountain, so he is the most suitable for this first battle. Every time Song Dehai took a step, he was already secretly adjusting his breathing, and many muscles in his limbs also relaxed accordingly.When he got to the center of the arena, his muscles and muscles had warmed up, his breathing and blood vessels were unobstructed, and he was in a fighting state. Song Li on the sidelines could not help biting her lip when she saw her brother going into battle, with a worried expression on her face. Yan Heng and Hou Yingzhi have been taught by this fifth senior brother for several years, of course they know how many times his martial arts are superior to theirs, and they are full of confidence in him to represent Qingcheng in battle. That Wudang sect's Xi Zhaoping, with an extremely relaxed expression, slowly untied his belt, took off the black toga, and exposed his upper body. Everyone in Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh when they saw this body.I saw Xi Zhaoping's square chest and round back, his body was very thick and thick, the strange thing was that the bones and joints all protruded in square corners, as if some foreign matter was inlaid under the skin, especially on the right shoulder, there was a big bulge, covered with Solid muscle texture.The two arms stretched from the shoulders to the fingers, and the surface color was a bit strange. When I looked closely, I found that they were all covered with thick calluses, like scales. Wudang School is famous for its soft boxing, especially for Sanfeng Patriarch, who watched snakes and cranes fight each other, and created the internal martial arts "Taijiquan", which uses softness to overcome rigidity and self-sacrifice to obey others, which is even more famous all over the world.But Song Zhen saw this person's strange body, but it was completely the characteristics of excellent foreign martial arts, and training this kind of weird body completely violated Wudang martial arts' idea of emphasizing health preservation. Song Zhen couldn't help being a little skeptical: Could it be that these Wudang disciples are pretending?But looking at their clothing and weapons, plus Ye Chenyuan and the token in his hand, it seems that they cannot be faked... Song Dehai and Xi Zhaoping stood facing each other.Since it was no longer a friendly exchange of ideas, the two of them did not perform fisting salutes, and as soon as their eyes met, they had already settled their postures. Song Dehai is posing in the authentic "Shangmi Sword" stance, with the striker's right palm probing forward, his fingertips indistinctly pointing directly at the center of the opponent's eyebrows; his left palm protects the vital points in the center.Because it is not a sharp sword, more strength is needed to kill the opponent, so the horse stance is slightly lower than when using a sword, but it does not lose its agility. "Good!" Song Zhen praised her son in her heart. But seeing that Xi Zhaoping's posture is very strange, the right side is also in front of the body, but the huge right shoulder is raised high, the underarm is clamped, the elbow joint is tightly folded, the protruding joint bones of the shoulder and arm are They fit together like a carpenter's tenons and joints, the concave and convex parts are seamlessly fastened together, and the whole curved arm is like a meat shield in front of you, with no gaps in it.The left hand, which is as long as the arm of an ape, hangs loosely behind. Xi Zhaoping's horse gait is lower than Song Dehai's, and his body is completely sideways to Song Dehai, his head and face are drooping to hide behind the raised right shoulder. At first glance, his upper body is mostly covered by the arm shield.It can be said that this kind of boxing posture has never been seen before, and only such a strange body can put it out. Song Dehai never thought that someone in the world could use his arm as a shield like this.He held a pair of sword palms empty, but found that the opponent's defense was tight and he had nowhere to make a move. "How is it?" Xi Zhaoping had time to speak. "I'm waiting for you! Well, if you don't come here, then I will do it first." While he was talking, he stepped on the unicorn with his legs, and rushed over quickly sideways, using that "arm shield" to open the way in front of him, it seemed that he was about to bump into Song Dehai forcefully. Song Dehai saw that the opponent's right arm was practiced so weirdly, this "arm shield" must be very strong, and he would definitely suffer from a frontal attack.To deal with an enemy who is riding sideways, it is the best strategy to attack around the blind spot on his back.Song Dehai stepped on a triangle, walked obliquely to the left, and struck Xi Zhaoping's ear with a killing palm from the inside out - but this was just a false attack, in fact it was a palm aimed at the opponent's waist to cover up the next move. But he forgot that Xi Zhaoping's "arm shield" is not really a shield, but also a movable arm. Xi Zhaoping's "arm shield" loosened, raised his strong right shoulder, and forcibly received Song Dehai's weak left killing palm, followed by a heavy elbow, and knocked away the attacking right palm. The timing was just right, as if he could read Song Dehai's mind. Xi Zhaoping was at close range, grinning at Song Dehai. He then turned around halfway, and the limp left arm seemed to come alive suddenly, and swung across Song Dehai's head and face like a whip! During this tenth of his breath, Song Dehai withdrew his right arm in time and raised it high, forcefully following the whip punch.Knowing that it was not good, he hurriedly flew back, and at the same time, he kicked towards Xi Zhaoping's right shin with a spiked kick.He can still kick this kick when retreating to block the opponent's pursuit, which really shows his superb talent in boxing. Xi Zhaoping did not pursue, instead Shen Ma took the kick forcefully.He then used his right arm to form a shield again, returning to a seamless stance. After the kick, Song Dehai groaned secretly, his toe seemed to be kicked on an iron bar, and he felt a dull pain instead.Blood oozes from the sleeve of the right arm that received a hard punch——Xi Zhaoping's whip punch caused the skin under the clothes to rupture. Song Zhen was secretly startled when she saw her son fighting the opponent this time.This Xi Zhaoping is not very old, but the left and right sides of his body can cultivate such two poles of kung fu, one pole is strong and the other pole is flexible, which is really unprecedented coordination.Just now the Whip Fist's relaxation and force release method is undoubtedly the Wudang Soft Fist style, this person is indeed a Wudang disciple. ——But I’ve never heard of it before. Wudang Pai’s martial arts have such a spicy side! Xi Zhaoping's face was half hidden behind his right shoulder again.He looked at Song Dehai and said loudly: "You can't beat me like this. Don't waste time. Either you take a weapon; or you send another person out." Song Dehai's anger rose from his heart, and he immediately gathered his mind. His still body suddenly jumped up violently, and his right palm stabbed forward like a sword! Song Dehai's move, on the outside, looks like an ordinary attack with full energy, but in fact, he used it. He imagined that there was a raging fire behind him, which stimulated his body to make a reflex action without thinking, and the move was immediately accelerated. double. This kind of brain skill of "borrowing phases" is a level higher than the basic physical strength skill.Song Dehai is one of the few "Taoist Disciples" of the Qingcheng School who can master this secret method proficiently. This style of "burning the body with fire" makes it perfect.Song Dehai started holding a sword at the age of five, and the strength of his five fingers is extraordinary.He usually practices this move, his palms are enough to break through thick green-skinned bamboos. Aim at Xi Zhaoping, revealing a left eye outside the right shoulder. Song Dehai had already imagined the scene of his finger penetrating his opponent's eyes.The moment of victory. But no matter how fast Song Dehai clapped his palm, it couldn't be faster than Xi Zhaoping's small movement. Close your eyelids. Xi Zhaoping's left eye was closed tightly, and the nearby skin and muscles were wrinkled into a ball, and he took the stab hard! ——Xi Zhaoping also knows the technique of "borrowing phases". At this moment, he visualized himself turning into an extremely hard rock, and his muscles contracted extremely tightly. Song Dehai felt that this palm stabbed at the opponent's eyelid, but he couldn't penetrate an inch.The entire right arm stopped straight in front of him. Taking advantage of this pause, Xi Zhaoping stretched his right arm, trapped Song Dehai's right wrist with his armpit, and then held his forearm with his elbow inward. Song Dehai felt that Xi Zhaoping's move was so powerful that it was as strong as an iron clamp.He was terrified. Xi Zhaoping spun around, holding Song Dehai's arm, using his elbow as a fulcrum, and slammed to the side! If Song Dehai resisted with strength, he would only break his elbow.Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to turn over in the air, relieve the force of the fall, and keep his right arm, but his back hit the ground heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust, and he was already at an extremely disadvantaged position. Xi Zhaoping laughed wildly, and swung his left fist again, hitting Song Dehai's restrained elbow like a whip. The elbow is completely straightened, how can it withstand such a sharp whip?At the point of impact, the elbow joint made a cracking sound. Song Dehai on the ground was covered with cold sweat, biting his lower lip tightly. In general martial arts contests, the winner has already been decided at this point. But Xi Zhaoping hadn't let go of Song Dehai, the grasping right hand violently entangled, and then raised his knee and slammed into the seriously injured arm. The shoulder joint was twisted.The radius and ulna of the forearm were simultaneously fractured. Song Dehai couldn't help moaning anymore.Only then was Xi Zhaoping satisfied, and let go of the purple limp arm. Xi Zhaoping opened his left eye.After all, the eyes are a major weakness of the human body. Although he took the stabbing stance with amazing hard work, the eyeballs were still covered with red veins.Xi Zhaoping howled, one eye was red, and with that monstrous figure, he looked like a demon. Song Li on the sidelines screamed. Song Zhen ran forward to help her son up.But seeing Song Dehai's face was pale, his right arm was severely damaged, and the white broken bone was showing through the skin. Suffering such severe trauma, the two joints of the shoulder and elbow were severely damaged, and it was the right hand equal to the life of a swordsman—Song Dehai, the future leader of the Qingcheng faction, had already lost his martial arts. "It's so ruthless!" Song Zhen's expression was filled with grief.He had pinned all his hopes for the rest of his life on this son. "Is this a martial arts contest?" He glared at Xi Zhaoping angrily. "We made it clear a long time ago." Xi Zhaoping rubbed his left eye. "Whether it's a martial arts competition or a fight, it makes no difference to us." Song Li cried "Brother!" and wanted to run out of the arena, but was stopped by Hou Yingzhi in time. All the disciples of Qingcheng around the teaching field felt an aura of grief and indignation. Yan Heng clenched his fists tightly and stared at Xi Zhaoping angrily, his canthus tearing open. Xi Zhaoping was complacent, looked around the crowd, opened his arms with one firm and one soft, and said, "How about it? Who is next? Who will try my Wudang sect's 'Liangyi Jiequan'?" Everyone in Qingcheng was moved.Xi Zhaoping's tricky hands were completely beyond the rules of martial arts competitions, and he was even brazen about it afterwards. This is not a contest at all.But a duel. Xi Zhaoping pointed at Song Zhen: "What about you? How about you come? Come and avenge your son!" 宋梨满脸泪水，但这时见父亲成了下一个挑战目标，不再哭叫，只是惶恐地看着场中央。 “不行……”侯英志这时摇摇头轻声说：“宋师叔……不是对手……” “你说什么？”他身边的麦大杰一把抓住他衣襟。 “我不是说丧气话。”侯英志很冷静。“我这是在判断。” “老头子不行吗？”锡昭屏转而瞧向青城的那些“道传弟子”。“年轻的怎么样？谁来？” 宋贞怒视锡昭屏。在这近距离他才发现，锡昭屏左边颈项处，有一个拇指头大小的刺青。是个奇怪的三角形符号。 “这……”宋贞指着他说：“这不是物移邪教的徽纹吗？怎么你身上会有？” 锡昭屏不以为意地微笑说：“是又怎么样？我老爹从前确是物移教徒，二十年前他带着我归顺武当正道，这不行吗？” 宋贞满腹疑惑。武当派这伙人悍烈之气逼人，甚至有点迹近邪道。 ——难道是跟物移教有关系？ ... “说什么不相干的废话？你到底要不要打？要不要替你宝贝儿子出这口气？”锡昭屏继续大叫。 这时在场外的燕横，满脑子血气翻涌。他目睹宋师兄惨败，然后又听见锡昭屏这些话，已经完全被愤怒冲昏。在他眼中，身边的人全都似消失了，除了仍站在场中挑衅的锡昭屏。 ——青城派的尊严，不容污损。 燕横无意识地向前踏出一步。第二步。第三步。 张鹏正站在燕横身后，一把拉住了他。燕横却还像没有清醒，也没回头看师兄一眼，仍是盯着前面的锡昭屏。 他眼中，只有仇敌。 锡昭屏见青城众精英弟子里，竟然只有一个最年轻的小毛头想走出来应战，又想揶揄一番。 但这时一把声音响起。 没有高声发言。但所有人都听得见。 “你说够了没有？” 穿着白色掌门道袍的高大身躯，从竹椅站了起来。 锡昭屏看见何自圣站立，马上收起轻佻笑容，凝神注视这个名动武林的大剑豪。 “真是荣幸。”锡昭屏磨拳擦掌。 青城众人皆感意外。想不到第二阵，掌门就要亲自出手了。 何自圣身后的俞思豪，上前一步，把手里一直捧着的那个长形木匣，递到师尊身前。 锡昭屏神情兴奋地等待着。 但他后面传来一句话。 “退下。今天这儿，没有人是他的对手。除了我。” 黑袍的叶辰渊，已经接过弟子递来的一双长剑。精光发射的细眼直视对面的何自圣。 何自圣没有显得意外，反而嘴角微笑。 锡昭屏无言退出场外，没有半句异议。他知道副掌门的话是事实。 “刚才那场比武根本就多余。”叶辰渊把双剑并拢提在左手，往前踏出一步。“唯一有意义的，只有这一场。” 何自圣没有回答。他伸出只有四根指头的右手，摸在那个长木匣的盖子上。 ——好伙伴。我们要来了。 传统武道之修练分为三等层次，分别为“气”、“意”、“神”。 “气”者，即为先前所说的“气劲贯发”，讲求身体肌肉的操作协调和神经的敏锐反应，纯是肉体上的功夫。古代无解剖医学，而身体动作往往要与呼吸配合，因此古人主观认为，劲力乃由“气”在体内运动产生，其实并无直接关系。 不管身体动作协调得如何完美，其速度和劲力，还是要取决于肌肉的基本力量，因此基础的体力锻炼还是必需的，尤其这个初级阶段，日夕流汗练功必不可少。真正的武者体魄，不是靠静坐养气之类优雅的修练就能塑造出来。 下一阶段为“意”，亦即脑袋和意念上的功夫。武者透过静坐、站桩或其他修练方式，达到开发脑部的效果，令神经的敏锐度和统合能力进一步提高，发挥出更超凡的速度与力量。 同时因为武者的脑袋活动高度集中而活跃，也就产生出各种意念的秘法。其中最常用一种为“借相”。“借相”即是“假借意念之法”，简单说就是制造极为逼真的想象，以催动身体做出超乎平时水准的强烈动作招式。 例如前文所述，青城派宋德海的“火烧身”，即是幻想身后有猛火燃烧，自然制造出不经脑部思考的反射（reflex），比平日有意识的动作高速得多。 “借相”还有很多不同种类。有的是想象自己体质改变，例如幻想自己手腿变成竹簧弹弓，或是全身化为岩石（前文武当派锡昭屏的硬功，即用了这“岩凝”之法）；也有高手在出招时，想象雷鸣、山崩、猛兽等各种情景事物，催激招式的气势力量。 武者必善用“意念”功夫，方能跻身一流高手之列。“意”的培养锻炼，往往透过静坐、禅定等方法进行，与宗教修练相通，所以当世的高超武学，十之八九源出于宗教山门。 武者的身体，虽然因为长期锻炼，衰老比常人较缓慢，但体力自中年开始还是难免下降。同时因为年纪渐长，心性情绪变得沉稳，“意念”功夫容易增进，大大弥补了体能之不足，整体功力往往反比年轻时更高强。大多的武者，通常约于四十至五十岁时，达到身体与意念最均衡的高峰状态（何自圣与叶辰渊皆在此年纪）。 至于第三阶段“神”，或曰“神妙”，不能传授，可悟而不可求，乃是武道上口耳相传的最高境地。所谓“入神妙之境”，没有客观标准或描述，只是主观追求的一个理想层次。 曾有传言或记载，说及“神妙”高手各种奇行，或能预测敌人意图，或能释放自己意念动摇对手，种种异能，皆无从证实。
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