At the peak of Wudang Mountain, the sun rose from the east, and the clouds were lingering.
A bearded old man with a sage-like demeanor was slowly practicing a set of fist techniques.
This fist technique looked extremely ordinary, but it had a profound concept. There was a universe between speed and speed.
A 14 or 15-year-old white-robed youth calmly watched this scene, his eyes rippling with splendor.
"Taiji Fist, focus is not on the form."
Mo Han thought to himself. He took a step forward and danced along with it. Although it looked decent, there was not the slightest fluctuation of internal energy.
The world was big, and there were all kinds of strange things.
Mo Han did not expect that he would be in the Heavenly World and that Zhang Sanfeng would bring him to Wudang and keep him by his side.
Unfortunately, because he was wearing the Heavenly Realm, everything seemed so out of place.
It had already been three months, and Mo Han had yet to cultivate inner energy. This made him very speechless.
However, it was also because of this that everyone in Wudang was not on guard against him.
Especially Zhang Sanfeng. Even when he was deducing Taiji Fist, he would let him stand beside him and watch as he pleased.
Thus, in these three months, Mo Han memorized the Taiji Fist Technique, Cloud Ladder Movement Technique, Wudang Sword Technique, and even the True Martial Seven Severing Formation.
However, without internal energy, even if he managed to use it, it was not worth mentioning. It was not even comparable to Song Qingshu, that trash.
This made Mo Han speechless.
At this moment, a purple light whistled through the air and headed straight for True Martial Peak.
"Hmm? This is…"
Zhang Sanfeng sensed something was wrong and immediately stopped.
The ball of purple light rushed towards Mo Han at lightning speed, entering his dantian and disappearing without a trace.
"Mo Han…"
Zhang Sanfeng was extremely shocked. Even after living for nearly a hundred years, he had never encountered such a situation.
Mo Han, who was still practicing Taiji Fist, felt his body tremble. His originally empty Dantian suddenly became turbulent, causing his breathing to quicken.
"Calm your heart and focus!"
Mo Han quickly collected his thoughts and turned all his attention to Taiji Fist, practicing it one after another.
When Zhang Sanfeng saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows slightly and his eyes lit up!
Originally, Mo Han had practiced Taiji Fist without any internal energy. It was just a show, and at most, it would strengthen his body. That was all.
But now, Mo Han's punches, palms, hands, and stances all had pure inner energy fluctuations, and were full of power.
More importantly, even Mo Han's cultivation seemed to have reached the second-rate realm!
A moment ago, he was just a useless piece of trash, but in an instant, he had become a second-rate expert…
Although this bit of cultivation was not worth mentioning in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, such a change in an instant was unimaginable.
Could this be the legendary epiphany? Suddenly enlightened?
Or was it related to that strange purple gas?
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. Even though he had lived for a hundred years and was knowledgeable, he could not say why.
However, his pupils constricted and his mind trembled. His calm eyes became sharp, or rather, excited!
" This is…Taiji Fist?"
Zhang Sanfeng muttered, his mind shaking and filled with disbelief,"No, this isn't Taiji Fist.”
"No, this is the Taiji Fist Technique, but it's not the Taiji Fist Technique I taught him!”
Zhang Sanfeng had only founded Taiji Fist when he was almost a hundred years old, but he had not perfected it. Even after he was a hundred years old, even when the six major sects besieged Light Summit, he still went into seclusion many times to perfect Taiji Fist.
As for the Taiji Sword Art, it was created in his later years.
Therefore, whether it was the Taiji Fist that Zhang Sanfeng had deduced himself or the Taiji Fist that he had imparted to Mo Han, they were both incomplete Taiji Fist and had not reached perfection.
But now, not only did Mo Han perfectly interpret the part that he had passed down, he had also created some new ways.
More importantly, these new techniques seemed to have perfected his Taiji Fist!
There were even many things that Zhang Sanfeng had not thought of clearly, but Mo Han had perfectly resolved them.
"This…this…"
For a moment, Zhang Sanfeng's expression was extremely interesting. It was unknown whether he was happy or sad.
Meanwhile, Mo Han was still in a god-like state. He only regained his senses after completing all the moves. Looking at the dumbstruck Zhang Sanfeng opposite him, he could not help but ask,"
Perfected Zhang, you're…"
Mo Han had been taken in by Zhang Sanfeng, but he was unable to cultivate previously. He was not a disciple, and he was addressed as Perfected Zhang.
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head with a strange expression and said excitedly,"Mo Han, can you repeat the fist technique from before?”
"Taiji Fist?" Mo Han was stunned. Although he did not know why, he still nodded and started fighting.
"Taiji is born from the infinite, the mechanism of movement and stillness, the mother of Yin and Yang. Yin does not leave yang, yang does not leave yin, yin and yang complement each other, both are gods. The mind is calm and the body is upright, and the qi is circulated. It is broad and real, and the inside and outside are integrated. Use softness to make steel, use hardness and softness together. Taiji Yin and Yang, there is softness and steel, steel and softness, calm and natural…"
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly as he watched. He was full of praise.
"Wonderful, wonderful, this is the perfect Taiji Fist! This was the true essence of perfect Taiji. Haha, good, good!"
For a moment, Zhang Sanfeng's entire person became high-spirited, as if he had instantly become ten years younger!
Mo Han stopped after he had finished his first round, and his expression changed slightly.
Hmm? Was this internal force?
Also, he had actually deduced a little more about the Taiji Fist just now…
" Perfected Zhang, I…" Mo Han was also dumbfounded.
He suddenly had internal energy, and he seemed to have reached the level of a second-rate expert. He even perfected the incomplete Taiji Fist. This...
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said with a smile,"Mo Han, don't talk about whether he's real or not."?I took you in Wudang and you taught me Taiji. In the future, we'll be equals!"
In the world of Wuxia, there were people who didn't care about seniority other than Medicine Master Huang from the East Evil Sect, Zhou Botong, and Zhang Sanfeng from Wudang Sect.
"Perfected Zhang, how can I, Mo Han, be…" Mo Han was flattered and smiled.
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and interrupted Mo Han."
"Hehe, I haven't been able to comprehend the true meaning of Taiji for decades, but you've understood it all at once, leaving me with over ten years of hard work. This alone is enough to make friends with people of the same generation. Or could it be that Little Brother Mo is so talented that he doesn't fancy this old man?”
" I…" Mo Han shook his head and sighed."Then I'll accept your offer."
"Haha, that's good."
Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed. He had long seen through the secular world and did not have so many pedantic dogmas.
It's lonely at the top!
At Zhang Sanfeng's level, everyone in the world was a junior. What he lacked the most was an existence that could discuss the Dao together.
Now that Mo Han had perfected his incomplete Taiji Fist, it allowed Zhang Sanfeng to have a deeper understanding of the true meaning of Taiji. In the future, his achievements on the path of Taiji would be limitless.
Based on this, Mo Han was already on the same level as him, studying the true meaning of Taiji together.
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