Chapter 46 Down the Mountain Flying Kung Fu Net

  Every time Zhang Jun fell asleep, Liu Zhenru would quietly watch him by his side, with complex emotions in her eyes. She thought to herself: "I spent three years practicing the Dragon Step back then, and it took that long for my blood flow to not be affected by the sound waves. This kid only took a dozen or so days, what a freak."

  She thought: "Even my elder brother who was so talented and capable back then can't compare to him."

  Thinking of her senior brother, a hint of sadness flowed out from her eyes, and she murmured: "Senior brother, where are you after all? If you're still alive, why don't you come see me?"

  At the same time, in a villa where Xu Bo lived in Donghai City, Lin Jian, Lin Xian's cousin, was drinking red wine with relish and said to Xu Bo who had a gloomy face: "I'm telling you, Xu Da Shao, you're really useless. You can't even deal with a poor boy."

  Xu Bo was slapped by Zhang Jun that day and immediately handed over 200 million, which made him both painful and resentful. At this time, he heard Lin Jian mocking him and angrily said: "Go to your mother! You think he is really a poor boy with nothing?"

  Lin Jian said disbelievingly, "Lin Xian said that day, this kid is a disciple of Hua Bu Yi and even knows the mayor of Donghai. Heh heh, do you think it's impossible? Let's not talk about who Hua Bu Yi is, how would the mayor of Donghai know such an insignificant person?"

  Xu Bo looked at Lin Jian and suddenly had a thought, saying: "Lin Jian, this is your family's affair, why are you letting me intervene?"

  Lin Jian sneered: "If I make a move, that little brat will be finished in no time."

  Xu Bo sneered inwardly and said with a smile: "I think you're just bragging, if you can really take him down, why wait for me to make my move?"

  Lin Jian jumped up and said, "Xu Bo, why don't we make a bet?"

  Xu Bo's heart skipped a beat, he didn't want to get involved directly, and said: "I won't make a bet with you, do what you want to do, it has nothing to do with me."

  Lin Jian burst out laughing: "Haha, I didn't expect the infamous Xu Da Shao, who has been wreaking havoc in the East Sea, to be scared into this state by a poor little brat. It's really laughable. Alright, I'll go deal with that kid, you wait for my news."

  After finishing, he drank the red wine in his cup and swaggered out of Xu Bo's villa. The latter sneered repeatedly, muttering to himself: "Using this fool's hand to deal with Zhang Jun may have an unexpected effect."

  In the mountains, time flies by unnoticed, and three months have passed. Zhang Jun has finally mastered the Dragon Step through his cultivation and has initially learned how to transport his Qi and blood. Moreover, Liu Zhenru also taught Zhang Jun a set of hidden weapon techniques called "Rubbing Needle".

  Fine as cow hair, silver needles, two fingers lightly rubbed, shot out at an extremely fast speed, can penetrate iron skin, very poisonous. Moreover, when shooting, it is very secretive, just hiding hands in sleeves, you can rub the needle to kill people.

  Of course, Zhang Jun only learned the exercise method, and it was still 108,000 miles away from the realm of rubbing needles to kill people.

  He taught him the art of killing with a needle because Zhang Jun would eventually learn the Daji Divine Needle, both are needle techniques, one kills and one saves lives, they can complement each other.

  Three months passed, and Hua Buqi returned to the Jade Void Pavilion. When he and Lu Yunxiang saw Zhang Junzi, they both showed a look of surprise. Lu Yunxiang sighed: "True as a fairy, you actually taught him Cloud Dragon Step, which was not passed down by Cloud Dragon Master."

  Liu Zhenruo said calmly: "Since I'm teaching him, I'll teach him the best. Chonglong Step is the most suitable cultivation method for listening to blood and practicing blood in the world."

  Lu Yunxiang nodded repeatedly and said, "Alright, alright, you're really like an immortal. Since you're so generous, I won't hide anything either. I'd like to know, what kind of monster will the four of us, including Mr. Hua, cultivate?"

  Hua Bu Yi laughed and said: "Zhang Jun has already been able to move his blood and energy, so Master Lu must be thinking of teaching him the True Wu Mother Fist?"

  Lu Yunxiang burst out laughing: "Besides the True Wu Mother Fist, what other fist technique can keep up with the pace of the Supreme Dragon Step? This True Wu Mother Fist, after cultivating it, one can further sense the flow of qi and blood. As soon as the fist frame is released, it can gradually form a True Wu Fist Furnace, integrating the strengths of all schools to create its own unique style."

  Hua Buqi asked: "Master Lu, your true Wu Quan's furnace-refined boxing intent, has it reached which level now?"

  Lu Yunxiang said regretfully: "It's only third-rate, this fist intent is like the Divine Farmer Sect's Immortal Finger when it reaches first-rate, entering the realm of divine ability."

  Hua Buqi praised: "Third-rate is already very impressive, I can't last ten moves under your hands."

  The first day Lu Yunxiang taught, Zhang Jun was stunned. He didn't think that the frame of a real Wu Mu Quan would be so difficult. Even with his penetrating vision ability to learn with all his might, he still couldn't master it.

  Just like someone who can't paint, you put a famous painter's work in front of him, he thinks the painting is nothing special, just some strokes and colors. But if you ask him to recreate it, this ordinary person absolutely can't do it.

  Zhang Jun is just such a case, feeling no difficulty at all, but finding it increasingly difficult to imitate.

  Lu Yunxiang was not anxious at all, and instead comforted Zhang Jun: "Don't worry, I didn't even set up the framework of my mother's fist until I was 55 years old."

  This sentence not only failed to comfort Zhang Jun, but also made him break out in a cold sweat. He thought to himself, "This old man is really ridiculous, you're 55 years old and just mastered it, how can I possibly learn it?"

  He thought of returning home, but he still practiced very seriously, even in his dreams, he was thinking about how that boxing move came out.

  For ten days in a row, Zhang made no progress at all, but he entered a state of madness, standing still and stiff every day, coming up with various kinds of boxing stances, some of which were so bizarre that they were laughable.

  Lu Yunxiang had been watching with a cold eye, he wanted to know how talented this disciple Hua Bu Yi was. To be sure, his seemingly ordinary fist frame actually contained the essence of hundreds of boxing techniques. Not to mention Zhang Jun, even if you found a master who had practiced martial arts for decades, it's not necessarily possible to learn it. A single fist frame contained Lu Yunxiang's lifetime of martial arts insight.

  A month later, Zhang Jun suddenly recovered normally. It turned out that he had suddenly discovered that under the transparent heterozygous ability, the true Wu mother fist could actually be decomposed one by one. This decomposition was an intuitive feeling.

  Then the frame of Bajiquan, the frame of Baguazhang, the frame of Taijiquan, the frame of Shaolin Sanshou and so on appear one by one. Then some frames overlap with each other, producing countless boxing frames.

  Zhang Jun stared at Lu Yunxiang's boxing stance every day for two months. By the third month, he suddenly stopped looking and stood alone.

  Lu Yunxiang was surprised to find that Zhang Jun's stance was not a mother fist frame, but a Tai Chi fist frame. Next, every few minutes, he would stand out with a different fist frame, and each one was extremely classic and in place.

  Lu Yunxiang's face began to change, revealing an incredulous expression. He muttered: "He actually broke down my True Wu Mother Fist?"

  Zhenwu mother fist is like a big pot of miscellaneous soup, with all kinds of scattered and auxiliary ingredients. Zhang Jun is a taste bud developed cow person, he just eats a few mouthfuls, can know what dish this pot of miscellaneous soup is stewed with, which auxiliary materials are put.

  This is an incredible ability, which also left Lu Yunxiang, a great master, stunned.

  The subsequent development was no surprise, Zhang Jun disassembled and reorganized various boxing frames every day, and in just over 20 days, he practiced the real Wu Mu Quan, although it looked a bit immature.

  The second time Hua Buqi went up the mountain, Lu Yunxiang only said one sentence: "This disciple of yours is too cunning, no one else can teach him, he can only learn by himself."

  Hua Buqi burst out laughing after hearing this, feeling extremely pleased and delighted.

  The last to teach Zhang Jun was Yu Xuguan, who claimed to be the Taiji King. It can be seen that the skill of Taiji Quan is very deep. Unlike the previous two people, Yu Xuguan actually taught Zhang Jun to stand in a mixed yuan pillar and did not even point out with his hands.

  Like this, Zhang Jun stood in front of the Hunyuan Pillar every day, day after day, and more than a month passed unknowingly. On this day, he suddenly felt his throat itching, so he couldn't help but let out a long whistle. The whistling sound had not yet left his mouth when the master of Yuxu Temple suddenly flashed over and slapped Zhang Jun's forehead with one palm.

  At that moment, Zhang Jun felt a mouthful of stagnant air stuck in his heart, extremely uncomfortable, and wanted to run wildly and shout loudly. But every time he thought of taking action or wanting to breathe deeply, the master of Yu Xuguan would always punch him on the body or pat him on the back, letting that breath never come out.

  This feeling is really unbearable, Zhang Jun almost died of it. However, gradually he found that he could control the flow of air in his body, finally making all the blood and energy in his body surge up like a raging river.

  Holding his breath, Zhang Jun persisted for a day and night, but became more spirited. Later on, the air and blood in his body seemed to flow like mercury, and with one step forward, he was like an iron ball filled with mercury, powerful and forceful.

  Yu Xuguan's master had been observing Zhang Jun, seeing him practice the lead mercury skill, and praised: "Good! In less than twenty years, you can't come out with such skills. Watch closely, I'll now pass on to you the nine-style Taiji Mother Fist!"

  Yu Xuguan's main body sank, his double arms like two large iron hammers, hitting the air with a dull thud, as if weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, exactly the hammer style in Taiji Mother Posture!

  Next, whip style, sword style, knife style, axe style, gun style, stick style, diamond style, and silk wrapping style were all demonstrated by him.

  Zhang Jun relied on his clairvoyant ability to see every move clearly, including the rules of qi and blood circulation, and even the details of joint force were not spared. So after Yu Xuguan performed it once, he basically mastered it.

  With the help of that inner force, he finished the Tai Chi Nine Forms in one breath. The vigorous parts were like thunder, and the gentle parts were as quiet as a stopped sound. Yu Xuan Guan's master couldn't help but feel moved, saying: "What an eye-opener! I should take him on as my closed-door disciple."

  Another three months passed and Hua Buqi took Zhang Jun down the mountain, indicating that he had already graduated.

  When Zhang Wu saw Zhang Jun again nine months later, he was shocked. He only saw that his beard was thick and dense, his hair was long and messy, and his clothes had become tattered rags that barely covered his private parts, making him look like a wild man from the mountains.

  However, when he took a closer look, he found that Zhang Jun's energy was strong and his spirit was firm, compared to before going up the mountain. He couldn't help but ask: "Brother, have you achieved mastery? Come on, let's exchange a few moves."

  He finished speaking and didn't wait for Zhang Jun's response, he threw a punch that came as fast as lightning.