I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

In the golden autumn of August, the upper forest of the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Huashan is dyed with green. The weather is no longer as hot as before. It is early morning and the temperature is especially suitable, making people feel refreshed.

On the Jade Girl Sword Viewing Platform, a group of new disciples around ten years old, with the oldest no older than sixteen, followed the meditation and breathing of Elder Xu Zhuo, who specialized in teaching internal skills, drawing the energy of heaven and earth into their bodies and transforming it into their own internal strength.

This Quanzhen Dao Song was the entry-level practice of the Quanzhen Sect in the past. Although progress is slow, it is good at building a solid foundation for practitioners. There is no threshold, and it all depends on whether the individual is willing to work hard.

As for the internal skills that Huashan Sect has been improving over the past hundred years, apart from the disciples with extraordinary talent and comprehension, the disciples themselves already have a certain foundation, so in many places the basic parts are directly skipped.

To put it simply, it is a bit too eager for quick success. As a martial arts sect, this approach cannot be said to be wrong. After all, who doesn't want to have as many masters as possible in the sect?
However, gifted geniuses are hard to come by, and outsiders who come to learn from their teachers lack the sense of loyalty and cannot share the same goals and objectives. Therefore, after a long time, the dangers of draining the pond to catch all the fish will be discovered.

In view of this, Song Qingshu re-taught the Quanzhen Dao Song as the introductory method, teaching people to calm their minds, consolidate their essence and nourish their energy, and then supplemented it with boxing and kicking techniques as the first test after entry.

Those who are talented, after laying a solid foundation, will be able to soar to great heights in the future when they need more understanding; those who are a little mediocre, as long as they are willing to work hard, may not fall behind and will also be able to succeed in the future.

The most important thing is that Song Qingshu hopes that through this method, the Huashan Sect can continue to be passed down after he leaves one day in the future. Xu Zhuo, Zhang Yao, Guan Yuerou and others can also use this place as a base to make their respective families flourish and grow forever.

As the leader of the Huashan Sect, Song Qingshu himself, after accepting so many disciples, could only rely on his internal strength that was slowly accumulated through hard work, and now it was showing signs of accelerated growth again.

"Master Zhang has practiced the Boy's Kung Fu for a hundred years, so his cultivation is naturally immeasurable. But if I want to compete with him for the number one spot in the world, I shouldn't rely solely on my internal strength."

"As for the Xiantian Yiyang Finger that helped me win the three sword fights, although it is extremely powerful, it was passed down by ancient sages after all. It is fine to use it when fighting with others, but it seems to be cheating and disrespectful when facing Master Zhang who has created a whole new realm of martial arts."

Looking at the vibrant scene on the Jade Girl Sword Viewing Platform and the thriving children rising like the rising sun, Song Qingshu suddenly felt something in his heart and quickly came to the Patriarch's Sword Discussion Pavilion.

"The Dugu Nine Swords only defend and do not attack, and can break any martial arts moves in the world; and the Tai Chi sword technique uses stillness to overcome movement, and responds to all changes with the unchanging, which is enough to make one invincible."

Song Qingshu sat cross-legged, slowly stroking the blade of the Yitian Sword. His extraordinary talent was commented on by Zhang Sanfeng himself, so it could not be false.

Now, with the various experiences and experiences of his predecessor, Zhao Zhijing, and the countless martial arts he had seen and even created, they are all flooding in his mind, like the legendary spiritual connection that can only be understood but not expressed in words.

"Nine Swords of Dugu and Tai Chi Swordsmanship, one for attack and one for defense, are both the pinnacle of martial arts where no moves are better than moves, but they complement each other."

"In that case, can we combine the two into one and create a sword technique that can be fought by no one in the world?"

This thought flashed through his mind, but it was difficult to grasp the full picture, because the two sword techniques themselves were already the limit of kendo. To want to carry on and advance to a higher level was like looking for a castle in the air, which was out of reach.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu had profound internal skills and was young, so he had no worries even though he was working so hard. So the whole morning passed in a flash. Although it was inevitably tiring, he did not feel too tired.

"When Master Zhang was young, he was taught the three moves of Tai Chi by his son. It was not until he was 110 years old that he was able to create the Tai Chi sword."

"I want to accomplish it in one stroke, but that's too much of a greedy person. As long as I have this goal, I will concentrate on studying it in the future." Song Qingshu exhaled a breath, then slowly stood up. The Sword of the Heavenly Sword suddenly seemed to come to life in his hand, emitting faint sounds of a phoenix and a dragon. It should be because he had just concentrated all his mind and the internal force at the key point was slightly exposed.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu suddenly had an idea. He drew out the Yitian Sword, held the sword in one hand and the sheath in the other.

He was seen using the Yitian Sword in his right hand to attack but not defend, while the scabbard in his left hand was used to defend but not attack. In this Ancestral Sword Discussion Pavilion, it was as if he was fighting with his predecessor Zhao Zhijing in the air, working together to break the mysterious shackles.

The sword wind blew everywhere, lifting up the papers on the desk. Song Qingshu suddenly stopped and held his breath, then the Sword of the Heavenly Sword turned into a phantom where only the sword light could be seen and suddenly stabbed out.

There was nothing special about the paper. Even a dead branch could have been cut through by it, let alone the sharp edge of the Yitian Sword. But after the sword pierced the paper, it did not penetrate it. Instead, it flew backwards as if it was pushed lightly by a blunt object like a wooden stick.

"No moves are better than moves, no sword is better than a sword, no matter how sharp the Heavenly Sword is, I can still defeat it with my clumsy sword."

Then, without waiting for the paper to fall to the ground, the scabbard in his left hand seemed to be pointing lightly through the air without any effort, and the paper suddenly exploded and was shattered by the invisible sword energy.

"Great skill is like clumsiness, and the last one to strike is the first to arrive. Although the scabbard has no edge, it can still hurt the enemy without being seen."

Song Qingshu vaguely saw the illusory maze formed by thousands of years of accumulation of martial arts. No moves are better than moves, and it should be natural and effortless.

If he wanted to hide the edge of the first sword, he would have to infuse the sword with his own innate skills, allowing the gentle internal force to wrap around the tip of the sword.

If he wanted to show the full power of the second sword, he had to use the Great Shift of the Universe to stimulate the potential of his whole body, and then release it through the scabbard.

Perhaps this is the end of martial arts in the world. No matter what kind of weapons, what kind of moves, or what kind of internal strength, in the end it all depends on how the martial artist integrates them into one.

"Tai Xuan asked the way, breaking delusion and retaining the truth"

Song Qingshu sheathed his sword, then closed his eyes and tried his best to keep this feeling for a moment longer. If there was such an opportunity again next time, it would probably be the time when Taixuan Powang was accomplished.

Huaibei Butterfly Valley is the former residence of Hu Qingniu, the medical immortal of Butterfly Valley. Leaders of the Ming Cult gathered here on the Mid-Autumn Festival to pay homage to Zhang Wuji, the 34th leader of the Ming Cult.

Zhang Wuji met the leaders of the Ming Cult under the introduction of Yang Xiao, the Left Protector of the Ming Cult. Unexpectedly, he met his childhood friends Xu Da, Zhu Yuanzhang, Tang He and others.

Everyone was naturally overjoyed to meet old friends in a foreign land. After Zhu Yuanzhang and others met Zhang Wuji, who had become the leader of the Ming Cult, they talked about a strange thing that happened on the way to the gathering.

"The brothers don't have any special abilities, but they are all on the Tartar government's wanted list, so they all disguise themselves as rickshaw drivers to avoid being recognized by the Tartars." (End of this chapter)