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Chapter 11 Combat Power
"The Heaven Sword?"
The Fire-Worker Monk asked in surprise, "This sword belongs to the Emei Sect, how come it's in Wudang?"
Qi Ming explained, "I inquired with others and learned that the Dragon-Slaying Saber, which was said to grant the user supreme power in the martial arts world, was obtained by Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King of the Demonic Sect. Zhang Cuishan, one of the Five Heroes of Wudang, was also his friend. So, when Zhang Cuishan returned to Wudang to celebrate Master Zhang's 100th birthday, the other five major sects came to his door together and forced him to hand over Xie Xun's whereabouts. Among them, Abbess Miejue of Emei was the most domineering. Master Zhang was very dissatisfied and took away the Heaven-Reliant Sword, keeping it for several years."
"So that's how it is... Heh, a prestigious sect associating with demonic cultists, and then fighting over the spoils. What are your thoughts on that? Let me tell you, it's no use just joining Wudang! With my talent, I could only cook and tend the fire back in Shaolin. If it weren't for a fortuitous chance to glimpse divine skills, how could I be where I am today? And for you to become my disciple is also an incredible stroke of luck."
The Fire-Worker Monk gave him a lecture, then objected:
"The Heaven-Reliant Sword is indeed powerful, but you mustn't try to steal it, at least not at Wudang! Otherwise, if Zhang Sanfeng intervenes, you won't be able to stop him!"
There's nothing wrong with that.
Zhang Sanfeng wanted to keep the Heaven-Reliant Sword safe, but it was stolen by someone, so he would definitely step in.
The fact that the Fire-Worker Monk could say such a thing shows that he had already regarded Qi Ming as his true successor.
Qi Ming nodded: "I'll make my move after the Emei people come to retrieve the sword and leave Wudang! As for swordsmanship..."
The Fire-Worker Monk retorted, "If you learn Wudang swordsmanship, even if I beat Zhang Sanfeng a hundred times, ten thousand times, I will still be the loser."
He didn't care at all that Qi Ming had taken the sword from the Emei Sect.
What kind of Abbess Miejue? In her eyes, everyone else in the world except Zhang Sanfeng is just a name without substance.
If a good apprentice says, "Master, I want that," he will naturally support him.
Qi Ming pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, I won't learn his swordsmanship. I'll figure it out myself later."
The Fire-Worker Monk was finally satisfied.
After a hearty meal and drinks, he began to teach the eighth level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
The vines still bind the body, then true energy is injected...
Qi Ming didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
First of all, one should not "avoid seeking medical treatment" when learning martial arts.
Secondly, it uses vines, unlike a chivalrous hero healing a beautiful woman by requiring her to undress and personally performing the procedure, so it's not a big problem.
As for the source of true qi, it is certainly not refined from that stuff, but rather the primordial essence of the human body itself.
So after a flash of golden light, Qi Ming mastered the eighth level.
The Fire-Worker Monk said breathlessly, "I will teach you the ninth level in three days."
As Qi Ming guided his Qi back to its origin, he asked curiously, "Master, can I pass on my skills to my disciple like this?"
The Fire-Worker Monk shook his head and said, "This method consumes too much true energy. You have just mastered it. If you forcefully transfer the power, your true energy will be rapidly depleted, and you will die from exhaustion."
He taught him the skills step by step, expending at least five years of his own effort.
In the original novel, Zhang Wuji spent about five years practicing his martial arts.
Qi Ming said with concern, "Since you've consumed so much energy, you should rest for a few more days..."
"Need not!"
The Fire-Worker Monk shook his head and said, "After mastering the Nine Yang Divine Skill, one's true energy becomes an inexhaustible source, forming its own universe. Only the final stage requires opening up hundreds of acupoints and key points throughout the body in one go, which consumes a great deal of energy."
No wonder Zhang Wuji defeated the old man as soon as he mastered the ninth level in the movie.
They kicked a stone ball weighing tens of tons into the air, sending it hundreds of meters high...
If this gets on an aircraft carrier, it can be used as a catapult!
The next morning.
Qi Ming circulated his Qi for a full cycle on a certain spot on Sangong Peak. When the sun was high in the sky, he took out a Wudang Taoist robe and swaggered to the Wudang kitchen for breakfast.
Wudang has become more famous in recent years, but its foundation is not deep and its rules are not as strict.
In fact, many ordinary disciples did not receive guidance from the Seven Heroes of Wudang and could only learn martial arts by following Song Qingshu...
So when Qi Ming went to get food dressed as an ordinary disciple, no one noticed.
This made his master, the Fire-Worker Monk, laugh at him, but also feel quite sorry for him.
Regardless, Zhang Sanfeng is already a grandmaster, but who remembers him as the "second-best loser"?
Of course, this was just a little bit of jealousy.
His good disciple is ambitious and has lofty aspirations, but he wants to join the rebel army to fight against the Yuan Dynasty and even become emperor!
If he succeeds, his title as the imperial tutor will be recorded in history...
He was reluctant.
After all, even if he makes history, he'll still be second, which is pretty boring.
If he could accept losing to Zhang Sanfeng, he wouldn't have jumped off the cliff back then.
After having breakfast, Qi Ming didn't go to the martial arts arena to watch the sword practice, nor did he go to dispel Zhang Wuji's cold poison. Instead, he went straight down the mountain and returned to the town.
Now the situation is different.
He did some chivalrous deeds that great heroes do, and after helping himself, a poor man, he had gold and silver.
Then they rented a spacious courtyard house on the outskirts of town, with a backyard overlooking the river.
His underlings, naturally, no longer needed to work.
Having money and free time, and with the weather being cold, he began to learn the first level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill under his guidance.
He also practiced Arhat Fist.
This is basic Shaolin boxing, which is perfect for them to practice. Once they have a solid foundation, they can learn other advanced techniques...
In addition, he also needs to learn spear, staff, bow, horsemanship, artillery, and military command skills so that he can conquer the world for him in the future.
in the afternoon.
Snowflakes are falling.
Wang Zhenyuan, Li Polu, Hu Bugui, Liu Taoyi, and Chen Queqiu, these five boys, wearing thick coats, gathered under the eaves to watch Qi Ming practice his skills.
When Qi Ming reached the fourth level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he was no longer afraid of the cold or heat.
At this moment, dressed in a red outfit, he used the Thirty-Six Forms of Dragon Claw Hand. Against the backdrop of falling snowflakes, he resembled a lithe red dragon, his moves accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder.
This Shaolin martial art, though consisting of thirty-six moves, is not complicated; its strength lies in its sharpness and ferocity.
In the original story, Master Kongxing of Shaolin Temple specialized in this skill and possessed considerable combat prowess.
Before meeting Zhang Wuji, he had never used any moves beyond the twelfth move in a fight.
Because no enemy can withstand the first twelve moves.
During the battle at Bright Peak, Zhang Wuji also spoke highly of the Dragon Claw Hand, saying that it was a martial art that had been tempered and refined over countless trials and was invincible.
Therefore, he had to learn on the spot and used the same Dragon Claw Hand technique to defeat Master Emptiness.
And the film version of Emptiness is just as good!
After all, his combat power is as high as 6,000!
"Catching the wind! Seizing shadows! Playing the zither! Playing the se! Criticizing the croaking! Striking the weak! Embracing the remnants! Holding onto the flaws! Eight consecutive moves!"
Qi Ming unleashed all eight moves, his true energy surging and causing the snowflakes on the ground to swirl upwards, endlessly swirling around him.
Then, with a powerful claw strike, it hit a wooden dummy with a "bead-snatching" motion, producing a loud bang!
The entire wooden stake exploded, sending wood chips and snowflakes flying everywhere.
His five henchmen were stunned when they saw this!
Qi Ming then shook his palms, sending all the snowflakes and wood chips flying, and then laughed:
"You lot, do you still dare to underestimate my martial arts?"
The five tigers rushed forward and surrounded him, each filled with admiration. At the same time, they resolved not to indulge in pleasures but to practice their skills diligently!