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"Look at this' Seven Stars Hands'. Are you going to use your palm to wound someone, or are you going to use your elbow to wound them?" Mei Zhongsheng demonstrated a move and asked Tang Yixuan.

Tang Yi Xuan was confident and smart. He would usually be able to understand martial arts easily, but when he saw his master use this move, he didn't have the slightest clue. He thought to himself, [If I have to use my palm but it is slow and powerless, my palm is less than 20% strong, but if I have to use my elbow, the latter half of this move is completely meaningless...]

Seeing his hesitation, Mei Zhongsheng said, "Use your most powerful move to punch me."

Mei Zhongsheng used "Seven Stars Palm" to block it, but Tang Yixuan didn't feel that Tang Yi Xuan was going to counterattack. Instead, he felt a sudden pain in his chest, causing his master's right palm to strike him.

Tang Yi Xuan's eyes were wide open and his heart was filled with astonishment. Mei Zhongsheng then said, "Again!"

Tang Yixuan didn't dare to go against him. He punched again. This time, Mei Zhongsheng used the latter half of the Seven Stars Palm. Tang Yi Xuan only felt a sticky force pulling him back. Then, he felt another pain in his chest as his master's elbow struck him.

This move was even more strange. Although Tang Yixuan saw that his master's attacks were slow, there was nothing special about it. However, every time, he would inexplicably hit Tang Yixuan.

"Do you understand?" Tang Yixuan shook his head. Mei Zhongsheng then asked, "Then do you know if you're going to use your palm or your elbow?" Tang Yixuan shook his head and said, "It seems like it's neither palm nor elbow. Master, I'm really too stupid …"

He laughed and said, "It's rare enough for you to understand that 'neither palm nor elbow'. "Haha!"

"Please give me your guidance, Master!"

"Let me ask you, if you punch someone in the stomach, who's in pain?"

"It hurts."

"Then if you hit someone else's fist with your stomach, who would be in pain?"

"Use your stomach?" Tang Yixuan stared blankly for a moment, as if he felt that his master's words were somewhat illogical. How could a person use his stomach to "punch" someone else's fist? However, he had expected that there was a deeper meaning behind his Master's question. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm in pain."

Mei Zhongsheng said, "That's right. Actually, beating someone up isn't a difference in movement, but a difference in who is stronger and who is weaker. It's just like the phrase 'striking a rock with an egg'. It's clearly an egg, but the one injured is an egg."

Hearing his master's words, Tang Yixuan seemed to have understood something. He then said, "Just now, my palm struck your chest with the 'Seven Stars Hands'. Actually, it borrowed the strength of your fist, so I didn't use too much strength when I struck. The second blow hit you in the chest with the elbow, and it was you who also hit me in the chest with the elbow, the force of your punch. Do you understand? "

"Master, I understand, I understand!" Tang Yixuan was suddenly enlightened and couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The martial arts he had learned before could only be used by "Cloud Grasping Fist". He was the most familiar with this set of palm techniques. However, when it came to kung fu and Taiji Fist, he was unable to fully display their power. Now that he heard his master's words, he finally understood what it meant to truly use softness to overcome strength, borrowing strength to fight back. It was as if he saw a whole new world.

"Actually, these thirty-two kung fu moves do not have any fierce offensive power, but every move can wound people. The reason is because it can counter the opponent's moves and moves back and forth. The main point is to defend against the opponent's attacks. The moves that you have learned before are only considered as ordinary outer sect martial arts, and are simply unable to borrow strength to fight back. Thus, the power that you have displayed is less than 20%. "

Tang Yixuan was surprised. "If I were to bring out the full might of this martial art, wouldn't that Master Du lose to me?"

Mei Zhongsheng said, "Hng hng! What kind of thing is Du Jinlong? "

"Du Jinlong? Master, you know him? " Tang Yixuan asked.

"I don't know him, but I know his palm technique, 'Penetrating Bone Nail'. Hmph! It's an evil trick, not worth mentioning. " Mei Zhongsheng's tone was filled with confidence as he said, "If you can master this kung fu martial art, then Du Jinlong would be no match for you. But to master it all, it's not as simple as speaking your mind."

Tang Yixuan said, "Master, I'll definitely practice diligently."

"You have learned the kung fu moves, but you will have to learn them from the beginning," said Mei. From today onwards, I will impart you three moves every day, and you will be able to finish it within ten days. I will teach you the chants of Taiji Fist ten days from now. "

Tang Yixuan diligently memorized every single move of the kung fu martial art that he imparted to Tang Yi. Ten days later, he finished learning all the martial arts and started practicing Taiji Fist.

This Taiji Fist was passed down from Zhang Sanfeng, the Martial Ancestor, for nearly eight hundred years. It was a martial arts technique that used slowness to fight speed, and was a superior martial art that could be immobilized. It was widely spread throughout the later generations.

The information that Mei Zhongsheng had passed on to him was different from what the old ladies in the square had taught him, from the Taichi stance to the flapping tail, single whip, white crane wings... He used softness everywhere to counter strength. Every move was filled with needles, and every change was extremely powerful.

The more Tang Yi learned, the more he felt that the martial arts of the Wudang Sect were extremely profound. Since then, he practiced from the early morning until late at night and even had to train by luck when he returned home at night. He practically forgot to eat and sleep for the rest of the month.

At noon that day, Tang Yixuan was cultivating when he heard someone behind him say, "Yi Xuan, stop cultivating, hurry …" "Hurry over here."

Tang Yixuan turned his head and saw his sister running towards him with a bag in her hands. She was panting heavily.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickly went over to greet his sister. "Why are you here?"

Little Qing Shan said that it wasn't far and that it wasn't close, so Tang Yixuan naturally didn't need to expend too much effort to get here. But his sister had never practiced martial arts, so running from home to here would take at least half an hour.

Tang Jingyan didn't reply to him and instead asked: "You …. Have you eaten? "

Tang Yixuan said, "Not yet. I'll eat it now."

"It's already past one, why aren't you eating?" The sister complained, "You, are only training to be a demon … …" "Come and try this." As he said that, he opened the bag. Inside were a few steaming hot pies.

Tang Yixuan said, "Elder sister, I've brought my own food."

Tang Jingyan rolled her eyes and said, "Aren't you sick of eating all day long?" Taste the pie I made. It's still warm. "

Tang Yixuan was very touched when he saw that his sister had only taken the long mountain road to bring him lunch. But he still said, "Why so much? I can't eat either. "

"I haven't eaten either."

"Huh?"

Tang Jingyan said, "I was afraid the road would get cold, so I quickly brought it to you as soon as I finished cooking."

Tang Yixuan picked up a piece of pie and took a bite. He slowly chewed it. Suddenly, his nose turned sour and his eyes reddened. "Sis, you're so nice!"

Tang Jingyan looked at him and let out a deep sigh. She seemed to want to say something, but she hesitated.

"Sis, what happened to you?" Tang Yixuan asked.

"Nothing, just eat first. I'll tell you after."

The two remained silent. After they finished eating the pie, Tang Jingyan took out a tissue and handed it to her brother. The two of them sat under a tree and rested.

It was just after noon, and a ray of sunlight was shining through the gaps between the leaves, causing them to feel drowsy. The one on the tree knew but did not tire, making people restless.

Tang Jingyan suddenly said, "Yi Xuan, there's something I want to tell you …"

"What is it?" Tang Yixuan hurriedly asked when he saw her stuttering.

"I... I'm getting married. "