Wudang Mountain was as peaceful as a village.
The people here worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
There were very few disputes between the peddlers and the common people. Everyone lived in peace and worked in peace, cultivating in peace and quiet.
Yang Wu had been here for seven days. He brought Little Man to the market at the foot of Wudang Mountain every day. Looking at the commoners living peacefully, his heart was at peace.
Yu Yue had already returned to Purple Firmament Hall.
Meng Bingxue had also returned to Kunlun.
Shu Yujun had also returned to Mount Heng.
Yang Keren had returned to Hundred Flower Order.
Even though they wanted to stay with him, they had to return to report. They couldn't stay by his side for long.
Meng Bingxue originally didn't want to return to Kunlun.
Kun Mingzi had a high status in Kunlun. She would still be targeted if she returned.
In the end, she decided to return. She wanted to use the sect's resources to quickly increase her strength. She wanted to break through to the Star Rune Realm earlier than Kun Mingzi and restrict Kun Mingzi. She couldn't let him become the next sect master of Kunlun.
If he was allowed to grow, not only her, but even Yang Wu would be targeted. She didn't want to see such an outcome. She didn't want to rely on Yang Wu for survival.
As for Shu Yujun, she had entered the top 100 of the Heavenly Phoenix Ranking. She would be able to evolve the sacred pond in a year. At that time, she would meet Yang Wu again. Currently, they still needed to increase their strength.
Yang Keren had returned to Hundred Flower Order with Shi Wenmei before the Dragon-Phoenix Abyss. Pan Xiaoxin had died in the Dragon-Phoenix Abyss. They weren't in a good mood. Even though they had always opposed Pan Xiaoxin, Pan Xiaoxin had died to save them. They wanted to send her ashes back to Hundred Flower Order.
Only Xiao Mang could stay by Yang Wu's side regardless of everything. Furthermore, Yang Wu had promised Xiao Mang that he would accompany her to the Sacred Flame Divine Sect.
Little Man was extremely happy to be able to accompany Yang Wu every day. She was in a good mood.
This was her happiest day in many years. She would treasure it in her heart forever.
As for the other members of the Yang Family, Yang Wu chased them back to the family to report on their mission.
Only Qing Feng, White Hair Demoness, Sun Dou, Yang Ba, Xu Zhu, Silver-patterned Turtle, Golden-crowned Eagle, and a group of his direct followers were left by his side. They all stayed in Wudang to cultivate day and night. Only the Little Man accompanied him to stroll around.
Little Black, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found.
Yang Wu couldn't care less about Little Hei. He just hoped that she wouldn't cause any trouble.
Three days ago, Lu Zhi successfully became a Wudang disciple. Moreover, his status was extremely high. He was of the same generation as the previous Sect Leader. Even the current Sect Leader had to call him "Martial Uncle Lu". Song Qing and the others had to call him "Great Martial Uncle". His seniority was frighteningly high.
There was no other way. He had already been taken in as the last disciple of the Grand Guardian.
He was destined to have a unique position in Wu Dang.
Yang Wu was happy for Lu Zhi. Wudang's Tai Chi Dao was suitable for Lu Zhi. His Yin Yang Combat Body cultivation talent would definitely be maximized.
In addition, there was another reason why Lu Zhi was willing to stay. That was, Wudang's Formation Dao was also extraordinary among the major forces. Lu Zhi was obsessed with Formation Dao. Naturally, he was willing to stay in Wudang.
Yang Wu fulfilled his promise and let Yang Lulu stay.
Yang Lulu's heart was tied to Lu Zhi. She was ten thousand times willing to stay.
After arranging these things, Yang Wu was able to enjoy a few days of peace and comfort.
In the Dragon Phoenix Abyss, he and the Little Man were too tired from cultivating every day. Now was the time to relax and cultivate. Only then could he achieve a balance between work and rest and improve his realm.
After a few days, his state of mind calmed down a lot. All of his Celestial Qi was restrained, and there was a hint of returning to his original state.
On this day, he brought the Little Man for a stroll in the city at the foot of Wudang.
"Young Master, look at the little clay figurine that person made. It's so beautiful." The Little Man pointed in a direction and said.
"It's quite beautiful. I'll ask him to make one for the two of us." Yang Wu said with a smile.
"Okay, okay. I'll definitely keep it well." The Little Man revealed a happy smile. She felt that she was the luckiest servant girl in the world. Which young master in the world would treat his servant girl so well?
Yang Wu really did ask the stall owner to make a pair of clay figurines for the two of them.
Yang Wu looked at the stall owner who was skillful in making the clay figurines. His heart was inexplicably moved. He realized that the stall owner's hands seemed to be imbued with divine power. Every movement was smooth and natural. There was not a trace of unnecessary movement. The placement of every finger was just right.
He could not help but ask, "Boss, how long have you been doing this business? You're really fast and good at making them. "
"I'm afraid it's been thirty years. It's a skill passed down from my ancestors. I make them every day. Naturally, I'm familiar with them." The stall owner replied.
"You make them every day? Practice makes perfect?" Yang Wu asked in his heart.
At this moment, he seemed to understand a principle. His martial arts cultivation seemed to be the same, wasn't it?
Now, he had mastered all kinds of combat skills and methods. However, there were not many that had truly entered the path. Even if they had entered the path, they had only touched the surface of the path. They had not truly entered the room. Everything was because he did not have enough time to cultivate. What he lacked was this "skillful" accumulation of time.
After thinking this through, Yang Wu was in a good mood.
Next, he knew how to continue cultivating. One's realm could be polished to perfection. It was the same for combat skills. Once it reached the peak, it would produce a concept. After the concept, one would be able to achieve the path.
Yang Wu bought the clay figurines and gave them to the Little Man. The Little Man acted as if she had received a divine object. She carefully placed them into a jade box and stored them away.
The clay figurines were only made of ordinary clay, but the jade box was made of sacred jade. She was probably the only person to use a sacred jade box to store clay figurines.
Yang Wu and the Little Man bought some snacks and then returned to Mount Wudang.
After nightfall, Yang Wu began to cultivate his clan's combat skills.
The Dragon Rebel Spear Art was a combat skill passed down in his clan that could support him in comprehending spear intent.
"In the future, I'll cultivate the spear, sword, and fist techniques thousands of times." Yang Wu set a goal in his heart.
He did not circulate his profound qi. Instead, he held the spear and cultivated the spear art over and over again.
Some of his doppelgangers cultivated the "Stellar Sword Art", some cultivated the "Thousand Transformation Fist", and some cultivated the "Overbearing Divine Palm" …
The Black Tortoise doppelgangers allowed him to condense nine doppelgangers. Including his true body, he had a total of ten doppelgangers. Now, he had created five doppelgangers that cultivated different combat skills. Such a cultivation method was truly amazing.
The doppelgangers contained his will. Only when he reached the War Soul level could he create so many doppelgangers. If it were other members of the Yang family, even if they reached the "Black Tortoise Doppelgangers" bloodline, they would not be able to do it like him.
With his strength, the more doppelgangers he had, the shorter the time he could sustain them. The fewer doppelgangers he had, the longer the time he could sustain them. For example, if he had nine doppelgangers, he could sustain them for 15 minutes. If he had seven doppelgangers, he could sustain them for 15 minutes. If he had five doppelgangers, he could sustain them for 15 minutes. If he had three doppelgangers, he could sustain them for an hour.
Every time he created a doppelganger, he would need to rest for another hour or even two hours to recover before he could use it again. If he used up too much of his strength, he would not be able to create doppelgangers.
Now, Yang Wu was only cultivating his combat skills. He did not use his Celestial Qi. If he had five doppelgangers, he could sustain them for at least twice as long, which was the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
With his current strength, this time was enough for him to cultivate his combat skills more than a thousand times.
One of his doppelgangers was cultivating the Tai Chi Fist.
The Tai Chi Fist was a technique that everyone in Wu Dang could learn. Even the commoners could learn it.
This technique could strengthen the body and prolong one's life.
The legendary figure of Wu Dang created this technique and entered the Dao, becoming a Supreme Immortal.
Yang Wu had been cultivating the Tai Chi Fist for the past few days in Wu Dang. He wanted to use the will of the Tai Chi Fist to train his Black White Lotus and completely comprehend his own martial arts.
For the past few days, he had been unable to grasp the technique. He could not even reach the state of subtlety in his fist techniques. This made him wonder if the Tai Chi Fist was not suitable for him to cultivate.
Today, when he met the clay figurine stall owner, he finally understood what was going on.
Any combat skill was like any other skill. Practice makes perfect. He had practiced too little. He had to practice at least tens of thousands of times and completely integrate the fist techniques into every part of his body before he could understand the true meaning of the Tai Chi Fist.
He practiced without stopping until his doppelgangers disappeared. He was still practicing with his real body.
The way of the Tai Chi was to embrace Yin and guard Yang. Solitary Yin did not grow, solitary Yang did not grow. Moving like a rabbit, quiet like a virgin. Hardness and gentleness combined …
The simple and easy principles of the Tai Chi Fist kept appearing in Yang Wu's mind. His movements slowly turned from stiff to gentle. Moreover, his movements went from fast to slow. It felt like a trickle of water.
Little Man, who had been guarding by Yang Wu's side, watched as she dozed off.
Unknowingly, Yang Wu practiced until dawn. Leaves gathered around him and danced with his movements.
Little Hei, who had returned at some point, saw the cultivating Yang Wu and exclaimed in her heart, "He has entered the realm of Oneness of Heaven and Man. Not bad, not bad. There is a hint of the Tai Chi. This is indeed his paradise. "
Not long after, a white-haired youth quietly appeared. He stood on the roof as if he had merged with heaven and earth. If one did not pay attention, one would not be able to detect his presence.
The white-haired youth's eyes revealed a light that did not match his appearance, "He has entered the realm of the Tai Chi Fist. How long has it been since someone like this appeared in Wudang? Not bad."
There were countless disciples on Wudang Mountain. Regardless of whether they were monks or those who had returned to the secular world, all of them practiced the Tai Chi Fist. However, 99% of them only had the form and could not enter the Dao.
Who would have thought that a youth who had only been on Wudang Mountain for a few days would be able to enter the Dao in one day?
A strange phenomenon appeared on Wudang Mountain.
The morning sun shone on the earth and the setting moon hung in the sky. The sun and the moon were in the sky. Yin and Yang intersected. This was the Tai Chi Fist.
A drop of morning dew quietly fell from the tree leaf and dripped onto Yang Wu's chest, who was hugging the moon and guarding the sun. It was abruptly flung out by that extremely slow arm.
Poof!
The morning dew pierced a small hole in the wall of the stone courtyard. The morning dew continued to hit the trunk of an old tree outside the courtyard. The tree trunk was pierced, and the ten or so old trees behind it were all pierced by this drop of morning dew. In the end, the morning dew quietly fell on a blade of grass, and still did not disperse.
Dripping water penetrates stone.
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