Chapter 1 Wudang Mountain

Wudang Mountain, also known as Taihe Mountain, is connected to Xiangcheng in the east, leans against Checheng in the west, overlooks Shennongjia in the south, and faces the Gaoxia Pinghu in the north. It is one of the sacred places of Xuan Country's Taoism.

It is the location of the Wudang Sect, founded by the great grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng.

Throughout the dynasties, it has been rewarded by emperors. Nowadays, it is even a 5A scenic spot of Great Xuan.

Every day, tourists are like weaving, noisy and bustling. The scenery is still good, but it has lost the tranquility of the past. There are very few real ordained Taoists left.

There are not many Taoists on the mountain, but there are martial arts schools with the Wudang brand everywhere at the foot of the mountain.

An Qisheng and Feng Mingtao got out of the car. Along the way, they saw many martial arts school disciples wearing martial arts uniforms, including some foreign martial arts enthusiasts who came for the fame.

"I wonder if Grandmaster Sanfeng would be happy or sigh when he sees Wudang Mountain today."

At the bustling foot of the mountain, looking at the weaving crowd, Feng Mingtao chuckled.

Wudang Mountain is probably the most profitable mountain in Great Xuan. Not to mention all kinds of money-making businesses, the ticket revenue alone amounts to as much as twenty billion.

"He probably wouldn't care."

An Qisheng thought about the life of that legendary grandmaster and shook his head.

Regardless of whether Zhang Sanfeng in this life and Zhang Sanfeng in his previous life are the same person, such a person has already lost sight of external things.

"Sure enough, there's a mission."

Feng Mingtao took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, then smiled, "Want us to maintain order on their behalf? I think they want to use these points to send us away and prevent us from causing trouble."

"You still want to cause trouble?"

An Qisheng was slightly speechless. He had talked a lot with Feng Mingtao along the way.

This big man is from Xuanjing. He has practiced Xingyiquan (Form and Will Boxing) for twenty years. He looks old, but is actually only twenty-five years old. He also served as a conscript for two years, but couldn't stand the restrictions of the army, so he didn't stay.

After retiring, he joined the ranks of law enforcement martial artists, recruiting people from all over the world to work together. He can be regarded as a martial arts fanatic.

"Cause trouble? Forget it, I'm only interested in kung fu. Mu Longcheng is coming to Wudang Mountain, and the military will probably send people. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will die miserably."

Feng Mingtao shook his head repeatedly.

Only those who have been in the army know how terrifying Great Xuan is. He practiced Xingyiquan well, and was considered top-notch in his company when he was a soldier, but in the military martial arts competition, he was eliminated just after passing the preliminary rounds.

Although he was unlucky and met a great master in the first battle, it also shows how many masters there are in the army.

"Let's find a place to stay first. There are many people along the way who have learned some kung fu."

An Qisheng carried his luggage and walked into the crowd.

Feng Mingtao followed unhurriedly. He was burly, with long hands and feet, and a fierce face, which allowed him to walk out of the crowded crowd with an attitude of walking alone on the road.

There are many hotels at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and the prices are not too expensive. An Qisheng and the two arrived not too late. When the sky was getting dark, they found a hotel to stay in.

An Qisheng put down his luggage, and the first thing he did was take out the dried medicinal diet and re-boil it.

His illness has only been slowed down, not completely cured. It's just that the nourishment of the medicinal diet is greater than his own loss, so his condition has gradually eased.

He not only has to eat this medicinal diet every day, but also has to eat far more than ordinary people.

Only in this way can he have the strength to practice boxing.

The pungent smell impacted his brain. Even after eating it for several months, An Qisheng still felt a little nauseous.

Feng Mingtao, who pushed the door open, frowned even more and almost vomited:

"Are you cooking durian?"

"...Medicinal diet."

An Qisheng took a big gulp of water to suppress the taste before barely opening his mouth.

Feng Mingtao opened the window, feeling that his tears were about to be smoked out:

"This taste is amazing."

He has seen many medicinal diets, but this is the first time he has heard of such a pungent one.

Who would prepare such a disgusting medicinal diet without considering people's ability to accept it?

"It's good as long as it's useful, the taste doesn't matter."

An Qisheng drank another big bowl without changing his expression.

This medicinal diet from the military training camp is prepared by artificial intelligence in the way that has the highest nutritional value. Of course, artificial intelligence will not consider whether people can drink it or not.

"I can't stay in your room, let's go to my room."

Feng Mingtao walked out of the room. In this short while, he felt a little dizzy.

An Qisheng unhurriedly drank all the medicinal diet clean before getting up and walking out of the room to Feng Mingtao's room.

"Being able to eat such a medicinal diet, no wonder you're about to enter the An Jin (Inner Strength)."

Feng Mingtao gave a thumbs up, full of admiration.

"It's only a line away, but I can never cross it."

Speaking of this, An Qisheng shook his head.

Whether in his previous life or this life, the practice of martial arts is very difficult. Even though the martial arts style of Great Xuan is extremely popular, it only means that more people are practicing martial arts, there are more types of boxing, and there are more masters. The difficulty itself will not be reduced much.

Although he has Wang Honglin's Embracing the Dan as his goal, his understanding of An Jin is still not deep enough.

This time he came to Wudang Mountain to find a few An Jin boxers as a reference.

"Yes, it's very difficult."

Feng Mingtao nodded and said:

"I once visited Chunyu Qi, a master of Xingyiquan. He once said to me that Ming Jin (External Strength) is easy to obtain, but An Jin is difficult to enter. Ming Jin, even an ordinary person can achieve it as long as they exercise correctly, but An Jin is not something everyone can do."

"My muscles and bones are stronger than ordinary people, and I won't be at a disadvantage when fighting against An Jin boxers, but I'm not An Jin after all."

Feng Mingtao sighed as he spoke.

His muscles and bones are strong, which can be regarded as natural strength. He practices Xingyiquan like a fish in water, but it is very difficult to enter from the outside to the inside.

"I know no less theory than you, but it's easier said than done. It's not that easy to do."

An Qisheng sat on the chair and opened his notebook.

The law enforcement martial artist forum is very lively, with each post having a high level of popularity, giving people a feeling of rising winds and surging clouds.

While browsing the posts, An Qisheng casually accepted the task of maintaining order. Free points are not to be wasted.

"I wonder which masters will come to Wudang Mountain this time."

Feng Mingtao stood up and said:

"It's still early, I'm going out for a walk, are you going?"

"I won't go."

An Qisheng shook his head.

"Then I'll go first."

Feng Mingtao walked out of the room carelessly, not afraid that An Qisheng would take away his luggage.

"Feng Mingtao... Xingyiquan..."

The posts on the screen were still sliding down, but An Qisheng's gaze was wandering as if sleepwalking.

In the perspective that only he can see, Feng Mingtao's panel is gradually generated.

"So, as long as you spend a long time together, you don't need to know his birthdate..."

An Qisheng thought to himself.

If that's the case, his harvest from this trip to Wudang Mountain may be very big, very big.

Du~~

At this moment, the vibrating mobile phone interrupted An Qisheng's thoughts.

He casually answered the phone, and a clear and cold voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate:

"Are you at Wudang Mountain?"