The next morning, Chen Cheng opened his eyes and saw the little loli in his arms. The little loli had exactly the same hair color and their bodies were almost overlapping. He subconsciously thought that he had double vision and raised his hand to rub his eyes.
Oh yes, it’s Meng Yi.
Shaking his head, Shen Cheng picked up the phone next to the pillow, checked the time, and found that it was still early, so he closed his eyes again, ready to sleep for a while.
The next moment, Shen Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.
That’s not right. I think I agreed with Zhang Qingyun to practice sword today!
Glancing at the time again, Shen Cheng began to sweat.
It seems like there isn’t enough time!
Shen Cheng hurriedly got up from the bed and was about to get out of bed to wash up when he suddenly felt someone grabbing his sleeve tightly.
Stunned for a moment, Shen Cheng turned his head and found that the person who grabbed the corner of his clothes was Meng Yi. Meng Yi was still asleep at this time, but her brows were slightly furrowed, and grabbing the corner of his clothes seemed to be just a subconscious action.
As if... afraid of something.
While Shen Cheng was in a daze, Meng Yi slowly opened her eyes and immediately noticed Shen Cheng in her field of vision, with a silly smile on her face.
"...Chen Cheng, good morning."
Chen Cheng opened his mouth, then nodded with a smile: "Well, Meng Yi, good morning."
Although the distance between the downstairs and upstairs was definitely within a mile, Chen Cheng still didn't dare to gamble on those tiny accidents. He woke up the sleeping Meng Nian and asked Meng Nian to wash up and go downstairs with him, trying to let Meng Nian stay with him as long as she was outside his body.
"I'm sorry, Taoist Zhang, I'm late!"
Holding Meng Nian in one hand and Meng Yi in the other, Shen Cheng hurried downstairs. Seeing that the Wudang disciples had already started their morning exercises, he quickly ran to Zhang Qingyun who was standing nearby and spoke.
Zhang Qingyun waved his sleeves and said with a faint smile: "It's okay, my friend, you got up just in time. I will come and teach you swordsmanship myself later."
Seeing this, Shen Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Zhang Qingyun's cultivation and character were really good. He was strict but not harsh, and he could handle everything calmly.
If it were my grandfather, in this situation, I would definitely not be able to escape a painful corporal punishment.
Although this may also be related to the closeness of the relationship.
Looking at the disciples who were practicing Tai Chi, Zhang Qingyun raised his chin and said, "Young friend, how about a competition with some of my senior disciples?"
"Ah?" Chen Cheng's mouth twitched slightly: "This... is not necessary, right?"
At the level of competition, Shen Cheng has already begun to confront those old guys at the awakened level. Competing with these disciples... It's not that Shen Cheng is too arrogant, but Shen Cheng really feels like he is bullying a child.
"Young friend, don't overthink it. I know my disciples are no match for you, but this is also my request."
At this point, Zhang Qingyun sighed, "After hearing that I was going to teach you swordsmanship, several of my disciples secretly came to me and said they wanted to teach you in my place. I told them they were not qualified, but they all looked unconvinced."
"I also understand that they're still young and haven't yet fully cultivated their minds and personalities, so it's normal for them to be restless and impatient. Plus, with the increasing number of women here lately, it's inevitable that they'll be aroused by a desire to show off and become competitive. I hope you can help me temper their spirits, help them put aside distractions, and focus on their cultivation, striving to surpass me, their master, as soon as possible."
It’s easy to achieve enlightenment through cultivation, but to surpass you as a master... I’m afraid it’s extremely difficult!
Chen Cheng felt that even some of the older Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain might not be better than Zhang Qingyun in terms of character and cultivation.
What's more, Zhang Qingyun's character cultivation is not shown on the outside. He is not the kind of person who is calm and composed no matter what happens, like a piece of wood, because Zhang Qingyun occasionally makes jokes on weekdays.
This shows that Zhang Qingyun has a very young mentality. Someone once said that only when you have a young mentality can you be truly young, and this is true.
"Master Zhang, you said you want me to polish their sharpness...how do you do that?" Shen Cheng asked doubtfully.
Zhang Qingyun smiled slightly upon hearing this. "Defeat them, and make them lose miserably. The more miserably, the better. Let them realize the gap between themselves and you, their peers. It would be best if you could give up both legs and your right hand. Even better if you could give up four fingers on your left hand. If possible, give them a few more moves. That way, they will be speechless."
Shen Cheng: “…”
Isn’t this a bit too cruel?!
Even after giving up a few moves, he was defeated by his opponent with just one finger? And the opponent was a very skinny-looking person of the same age!
Moreover, he had spent most of his life practicing martial arts in Wudang Mountain!
If it were Chen Cheng, he would have wanted to hang himself on a tree.
It's like you are smarter and more hardworking than the other person, and you stay up late to study while the other person is smoking and fooling around, but in the end you are hundreds of places ahead of the other person in the exam.
And he was severely ridiculed by the other party afterwards!
Who wouldn’t be upset in this situation?
"Without destruction, there is no construction. Destruction precedes construction. Without this, these people will never achieve the Dao Fruit. If they only come here with the mentality of practicing martial arts to become stronger and compete for fame and fortune, they might as well go to the foot of Wudang Mountain, where there are martial arts halls everywhere."
Seeing the horror on Shen Cheng’s face, Zhang Qingyun said lightly.
After hearing what Zhang Qingyun said, the fear on Shen Cheng's face slowly faded away.
It seems that I have underestimated Zhang Qingyun. How can this not be physical punishment? This is mental torture!
Isn’t this even more cruel than his own grandfather?
Coming to the group of disciples who were practicing, Zhang Qingyun called out several white-robed disciples and brought them to the opposite side of Shen Cheng.
"My dear friend Chen Cheng, I must have introduced him to you. He is the grandson of an old friend of mine. He has great attainments in martial arts. Today, I hope you can have some sparring matches with him and realize your own shortcomings."
Hearing Zhang Qingyun's words, the eyes of several disciples lit up. Yesterday, they were dissatisfied with their master saying that they could not teach Chen Cheng. Isn't this the chance today?
A disciple who was not tall but walked with steady steps stepped forward and bowed to Chen Cheng: "Wudang Ren Yi, please teach me."
Chen Cheng also bowed his hands: "Chen Cheng of the Shen family, please teach me."
At the same time, Shen Cheng silently said sorry in his heart.
After he finished speaking, Wudang disciple Ren Yi spread his legs, with his left hand facing forward with five fingers pointing downwards, and his right hand facing backward with the palms also facing outwards. The posture was very similar to Tai Chi, both revealing a soft power.
Shen Cheng did not make any move, but just stood there like a piece of wood, with his left hand calmly behind his back, waiting for his opponent's attack.
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