Phew...
Hearing the system notification in his mind, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
"20 years of internal strength, the realm of a first-rate expert!”
Clenching his hands, his internal strength surged like a river. With a bang, the sound of an explosion could be heard.
"The feeling of being powerful is not bad!"
Jiang Chen revealed a smile on his face. The surging internal energy in his meridians instantly retracted and returned to his dantian.
Although he had never cultivated it before, and this was also the first time he had internal strength, this feeling was very strange. It was as if it had fused into his flesh and blood. He only needed to think about it and control it as he wished.
"System, what are the realms of martial arts cultivation?”
Beside the bed was a neatly folded green Daoist robe. It was probably prepared for him by a Wudang disciple. Jiang Chen took it over and asked as he put it on.
"Host, the cultivation realms of martial arts are divided into three levels, second level, first level, Houtian, Xiantian seventh stage, legendary seventh stage, and mythical seventh stage. After that is the cultivation realm.”
"Immortal cultivation realm?"
Jiang Chen nodded his head. It was not strange for someone to enter the path from martial arts since ancient times. Forget it, if he could not check it, then he would not check it. Anyway, he was still far away from immortal cultivation. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Creak...
At this moment, the door opened and a middle-aged man walked in. When he saw Jiang Chen, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Young master, you're finally awake!”
Jiang Chen looked at this person. He was dressed in a blue Daoist robe and had a burly figure. His face was resolute and dignified.
Name: Song Yuanqiao
[Identity: Leader of Wudang's Seven Heroes, First Disciple of Zhang Sanfeng]
[System Evaluation: Upright and upright. Although his talent is not high, he values chivalry. The host can befriend him.]
Song Yuanqiao walked in and looked at Jiang Chen, who was dressed in a Daoist robe. His eyes lit up as he chuckled and said,"Young Master is indeed a dragon among men. When you wear this Daoist robe, you look as otherworldly as my master. It's really amazing!”
Although the green Daoist robe was simple, it looked like it was tailor-made for Jiang Chen. It completely accentuated his slender figure. His long black hair was tied into a Daoist bun. Although it looked casual, it gave off an elegant and otherworldly aura.
Coupled with his handsome appearance, he was even more outstanding. Even Zhang Sanfeng was no match for him.
"Taoist priest, you flatter me!" Jiang Chen smiled.
"Young Master is too modest!"
Song Yuanqiao waved his hand, and his expression straightened. He cupped his fists and performed a martial arts etiquette.
"Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao!"
Jiang Chen smiled and cupped his fists.
"Jiang Chen!"
"Jiang Chen, good name!"
"Young Master Jiang Chen, my master is very concerned about you. He specially instructed me to meet you when you wake up. I wonder…" Song Yuanqiao said.
"I've heard of Perfected Zhang's name for a long time, so I should meet him!”
Jiang Chen smiled and nodded. He was also very curious about the rumored Zhang Sanfeng.
"Young Master Jiang Chen, please follow me!"
Immediately, Song Yuanqiao led the way while Jiang Chen followed behind. The two of them left the room and headed towards the back mountain of Wudang Sect.
......
True Martial Peak!
The mountain wind blew, and the clouds rolled. On the peak, Zhang Sanfeng, dressed in a snow-white robe, was moving. He punched and kicked from time to time. His white eyebrows were slightly twisted as if he was deep in thought. He shook his head and stopped from time to time, then continued to get into a stance, punching and kicking.
"Master..."
Song Yuanqiao brought Jiang Chen along and stepped on the stone stairs to the peak. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Chen raised his hand and stopped him.
Song Yuanqiao turned to look at Jiang Chen, his eyes filled with confusion. Jiang Chen shook his head at him and did not say anything.
Although Song Yuanqiao's talent was not high, he was not a fool. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng who was immersed in practicing his fist in the middle of the peak, he immediately understood. His body could not help but tremble, and his eyes were filled with gratitude as he looked at Jiang Chen.
He had almost disturbed his master's practice!
Jiang Chen winked at him but didn't say anything. He turned to look at Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes full of amazement.
Taiji Fist!
He was all too familiar with the moves and styles. There was no doubt that he was familiar with Taiji Fist. However, compared to the various styles of Taiji Fist in the later generations, the Taiji Fist that Zhang Sanfeng displayed was still very crude. Moreover, there were many moves in it that were completely different from the real Taiji Fist!
Obviously, Zhang Sanfeng had not completely created Taiji Fist yet!
"Something's not right... If the fist force is firm, it will lose its softness!"
"Something's not right... The softness is too strong, and it has lost its strength!"
"No…"
Zhang Sanfeng would stop after every few moves. He would frown and think for a moment before continuing to practice.
The cycle repeated without stopping, and he did not discover Song Yuanqiao and Jiang Chen!
"Young master Jiang Chen, I hope you don't take offense. My master respects you very much. He said that you are from the Emperor Star and are definitely not an ordinary person. It's just that my master is obsessed with practicing martial arts…" Song Yuanqiao looked at Jiang Chen and explained.
"No worries!"
Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile and waved his hand at him. Then, he took a step forward and walked toward Zhang Sanfeng, who was still immersed in practicing his fist technique. At the same time, his voice sounded melodious.
" The Tai Chi is divided into two elements. The two elements give birth to the four images. The four images perform the Eight Trigrams, and the Eight Trigrams transform all things…"
The clear voice was like the evening drum and the morning bell. Under the mountain breeze, it entered Zhang Sanfeng's ears and made him tremble.
"The Dao of Taiji is circular and repetitive, and endless…"
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