The reason why it is called "Wan Chong Shan Jue" is actually taken from Li Bai's poem: "The monkeys on both sides of the river are crying incessantly, and the light boat has passed through the ten thousand mountains."
This is also the origin of Lu Qingzhou's name. He called the martial arts he created "Wan Chong Shan Jue", and he had high hopes for it.
"How is it, Master? How is my technique?"
Lu Qingzhou said with a smile after finishing his practice.
Mei Ruohua nodded: "Although it is still very immature and has many shortcomings, because I can practice at any time, the speed of my internal strength improvement is not slower than practicing the internal strength of Peach Blossom Island or the Quanzhen Sect, and it is even better."
The Wanchongshan Jue at this time is just like the Fen Jue in the initial stage of Doupo. Although it has high growth potential, it is still a primary skill at present.
But it doesn't matter, growth is the most important thing in the world.
Although a seed is inconspicuous, it will eventually grow into a towering tree. Lu Qingzhou's self-created martial arts is not as good as the regular one, so the next step is to continuously improve and polish it.
As long as the skills are improved a little more, the speed of cultivation will increase. This feeling of getting faster and faster is the most fascinating.
Then the master and the disciple discussed the Wanchongshan Jue in detail.
Relying on his many years of experience in martial arts, Mei Ruohua gave Lu Qingzhou some suggestions, all of which were things Lu Qingzhou had not noticed yet, and Lu Qingzhou humbly accepted them.
In the next few years, Lu Qingzhou's life became completely peaceful.
Except for Yang Kang who would come over occasionally, no one came to disturb them. This remote courtyard of the palace became a paradise for the two of them.
The two devoted themselves to studying martial arts and Taoist classics, and even went to the nearby Da Dao Guan and Bai Yun Guan to listen to the old Taoist priests preach.
Occasionally, Lu Qingzhou would study some miscellaneous subjects to enrich and broaden his horizons. His understanding of the Nine Yin Scriptures and various exercises was improving every day.
The people in the martial arts world don't know, and the entire Prince Zhao's Palace doesn't know, but a martial arts legend is quietly growing.
Once he truly appears in everyone's sight, it will definitely cause a sensation!
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It was still daybreak. It had snowed heavily last night, enough to easily reach above a person's ankles. The bone-chilling cold made people cling to their beds.
But people still forced themselves to get out of bed and start cleaning the snow in front of their doors, especially some people who opened shops, who were almost clearing the streets.
The innkeeper Sun rubbed his hands, opened the door, and joined the ranks of clearing the snow.
"Good morning, Shopkeeper Sun."
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"It's Shopkeeper Wu. The snow is really heavy. It's up to my calves."
"Who says it's not true? They say snow means a good harvest, but this cold winter with heavy snow is going to freeze people to death, especially the beggars and refugees. They are really pitiful."
"It's strange to say this, Shopkeeper Sun, do you feel that there are fewer vagrants and beggars on the streets of Kaifeng this year than before?"
"It seems to be true, but who knows? Times are tough and no one has an easy life. We should just take care of ourselves."
The two chatted for a while and then began to clean up seriously. The thick snow was not easy to clean up, and it took some effort to clean it up.
However, when the two were cleaning up, they discovered something. On the thick snow, there was actually a series of shallow footprints. In the snow that was about a foot deep, there were only footprints that were an inch deep. Could someone walk on the snow without leaving deep footprints?
But how is this possible?
The newly fallen snow is extremely soft and has no force at all. How is it possible for someone to walk on it without sinking?
Is this a human or a ghost?
The two businessmen were both smart men. They couldn't help swallowing their saliva. All kinds of ghost legends emerged in their minds, and they couldn't help but shudder.
The two of them tacitly said nothing and pretended that they didn't see anything. After returning home, they couldn't help but burn incense and pray to Buddha, hoping that they didn't offend any ghosts or gods.
They didn't see that the series of footprints on the soft snow extended outside the city, in front of an unnamed grave.
There was a trace of digging on the grave, and a faint trace of blood red spread...
In a pavilion of a manor outside the city, a red clay stove was emitting streams of hot air at the temperature of a charcoal fire, and an exquisite copper kettle was making gurgling sounds.
A hand reached out, picked up the kettle, and touched the copper kettle handle with a finger. Immediately, a stream of hot water spurted out from the spout of the copper kettle and fell accurately into the teapot, refilling the teapot with tea.
A small iron pot nearby was also bubbling with steam, with fresh vegetables and meat stewed inside, filling the air with fragrance.
There was biting cold wind and snow all around, but in the small pavilion, it was steaming hot. The sharp contrast made people's appetite increase.
"Master, wait a little longer and you can eat the hot pot. Don't be impatient."
The faint light of the snow was reflected on the handsome and noble face of the young man. Although he looked young, his eyebrows and eyes were deep yet clear and bright, as if they were filled with stars. His thin lips were slightly smiling, which was a fatal temptation for ordinary women.
The woman opposite was dressed in black and red clothes. She had a cool and beautiful face. At this moment, she was smiling and holding her cheeks. She was so beautiful that she was stunning. In the ice and snow, she was as dazzling as a ball of black and red flame.
It was just a pair of beautiful eyes, but they were dim and lifeless, as if they had lost their light, which made people feel extremely regretful.
These two people are the adult Lu Qingzhou and his master Mei Ruohua.
Over the years, Lu Qingzhou grew up a lot. He was tall and straight, and had a great demeanor, as if he was a young man from a wealthy family.
The two stayed in the palace for more than a year, and then Lu Qingzhou found an excuse and moved out with Mei Ruhua. After all, living under someone else's roof all the time was not a solution.
Yang Kang originally wanted to stop him, and even secretly sent someone to teach Lu Qingzhou a lesson.
But the result was that the masters sent by Yang Kang disappeared completely without a trace, as if they had never been there.
In this way, the two of them moved out smoothly and came to a house outside the city.
"I'm not anxious, I think you are the one who is anxious."
Lu Qingzhou chuckled: "Yes, yes, I was impatient. There's nothing I can do about it. I didn't sleep for a whole day and night, and I ran thousands of miles to complete this task. Of course I'm very hungry."
Mei Ruohua smiled softly, picked up the bowl and chopsticks beside her, filled them with rice and placed them in front of Lu Qingzhou. Lu Qingzhou didn't say anything and started eating with big mouthfuls. He didn't look like a modest gentleman at all, but instead, like a ruffian.
Seeing how happily he was eating, she also served herself some rice and started eating, but her movements were much more graceful. She was no longer like the devil she used to be, but instead looked like a lady from a noble family.
"Do you really want to do that? I still feel a little worried," Mei Ruohua suddenly said.
Lu Qingzhou stopped eating and sighed, "I know the danger of doing this, but once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Now that I have done it, there is no turning back. I just want to let these foreign races fight each other, so that we Han people can have a chance to breathe!"
After finishing every grain of rice in the bowl, he slowly stood up and was about to walk outside, but a delicate hand pressed on his shoulder.
"I'll go with you. Today, we, the master and the disciple, will turn this world upside down!"