Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 21 The Improvement of the Ruyi Force, the Old Celestial Master's Trick

"Inner sage, outer king!"

"Seek within, explore without."

As Lü Qian felt his body being thoroughly cleansed by the recent exercise, he felt exceptionally relaxed and refreshed, both inside and out.

"Coming to Wudang this time was definitely the right decision."

Lu Qian sat cross-legged on the futon, "Now I can be considered to have entered the door of Tai Chi, and the Ruyi Jin is not too difficult to handle."

"The essence of Ruyi Jin is still the application of force. I have already understood the Yin and Yang within myself, and as my Tai Chi cultivation progresses, my mastery of force will naturally improve as well."

"It now seems that we can try to incorporate Ruyi Jin into the Tai Chi system to achieve improvement and enhancement."

Without hesitation, Lü Qian closed his eyes and began to contemplate the possibility of integrating the two into one.

In theory, Tai Chi has a high degree of flexibility.

There's a saying: Taiji generates Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang generate the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols give rise to the Eight Trigrams...

Tai Chi energy, in essence, is a technique that uses the principles of Tai Chi to control the power of one's fist.

The two forces, one yin and one yang, one hard and one soft, intertwine and evolve to create various kinds of forces.

Ruyi Jin is also a type of force application. Its characteristic is that it is free and unpredictable, and it is also quite ruthless, specifically designed to injure people's internal organs.

It's not impossible to try to evolve the "Ruyi Jin" (a type of martial art) from Tai Chi energy these days.

Lu Qian closed his eyes and pondered, various wonderful ideas constantly emerging in his mind.

Outside the window, the night wind blew away the clouds that had been obscuring the moon, and the silvery-white light once again bathed the entire Wudang Mountain.

The fierce mountain winds that had been howling through the mountains subsided, and everything looked peaceful and serene.

As if sensing something, Zhou Meng and Daoist Yunlong, who were sitting on the mountain path, opened their eyes as soon as the moon appeared.

They looked up at the moon approaching the western horizon, then looked down again at the mountain path below.

As the moon began to set in the west, gradually approaching the western mountains, a faint light began to appear on the eastern horizon, shining exceptionally brightly in the pitch-black night.

"It's almost dawn; Wudang Mountain is still peaceful tonight."

"But we still cannot let our guard down."

Zhou Meng jumped up from the ground and landed steadily on the stone steps. He bent over, put his hands behind his back, and squinted at the deserted mountain path.

"yes!"

Master Yunlong stood up as well, gazing at the distant horizon, and responded in a deep voice.

Zhou Meng turned around and walked along the mountain path towards the back of the mountain. He stepped on the steps one by one, and the clattering sound of his footsteps echoed on the desolate mountain path.

"Wudang is still too passive right now."

Looking down at the endless steps beneath his feet, Zhou Meng said in a deep voice.

"Master..."

Yunlong watched Zhou Meng's figure walk away, his thin frame disappearing further and further down the mountain steps. He couldn't help but feel a little sad. He moved his lips and called out, but then said nothing more.

"Alright, there aren't many of the older generation left. The future of Wudang depends on your generation."

Zhou Meng's figure disappeared into the distance, but his words were carried by the mountain wind to Daoist Yunlong's ears.

"It's getting late, time to go lead the morning class!"

"yes!"

Soon, Master Yunlong's figure also disappeared on the mountain path.

……

Lost in the flowers, unaware of the brevity of time, little did they know that a thousand years had passed in the world.

Time slips away unnoticed in the mountains, while it rushes by at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Qian's days on Wudang Mountain were very fulfilling. During the day, he practiced boxing with Master Yunlong, and at night he would sit in his room meditating and entering a state of deep concentration.

As time went on, Lü Qian could feel his life cultivation gradually increasing, and he became more and more adept at using Tai Chi.

With such a gifted and diligent disciple, Daoist Yunlong was naturally overjoyed.

But this was tough on the other Wudang disciples, who were being watched over by Daoist Yunlong every day as they cultivated.

Since his conversation with Zhou Meng that night, Yunlong has become acutely aware of the current shortage of young talent at Wudang, and his demands on his disciples have become increasingly stringent.

Although Taoist practices emphasize gradual accumulation and slow release, the cultivation of Tai Chi energy is a slow and steady process that cannot be rushed.

But seeing Zhou Meng's increasingly hunched body, Master Yunlong felt that the heavy responsibility of Wudang was already on his shoulders, and the disciples' cultivation could not be delayed in the slightest.

Zhou Meng watched with a smile as the Wudang disciples diligently practiced their studies every day, silently putting away his chat history with the Old Celestial Master.

Some time ago, the Celestial Master mentioned in a short message that he had discovered a method that could effectively motivate his disciples in their cultivation.

Zhou Meng naturally listened with great interest.

The old Celestial Master then sent a long text message, saying that one day he noticed his disciples looking at him with great worry in their eyes. Curious, he asked the honest child, Zhang Lingyu, about it.

Zhang Lingyu gave the old master the truth: the old master's hair, which originally had a few black strands mixed in, had all turned white.

The old master originally wanted to say that he was getting old and that his disciples didn't need to worry, but then he thought that this was a good opportunity.

So the old celestial master pretended to be old and frail, and put on a pitiful act in front of Zhang Lingyu.

He said he was getting old and that the future of Longhu Mountain would depend on his disciples like Zhang Lingyu. He hoped they could cultivate diligently and that he could see a thriving Longhu Mountain in his lifetime.

According to the old Celestial Master, Zhang Lingyu burst into tears on the spot. He first made a solemn vow, and then spread the news throughout Longhu Mountain, urging the disciples of Longhu Mountain to cultivate every day.

Upon hearing this method, Zhou Meng put down his phone, touched his withered face, and looked at his snow-white hair in the mirror. He couldn't help but come up with a plan.

And so came that heart-wrenching performance she put on in front of Yunlong after the day she finished guarding the mountain.

Looking at the ever-changing landscape of Wudang Mountain, Zhou Meng nodded in satisfaction, planning to share his achievements with the old master later and see if he could learn a couple more new tricks from him.

The old master is always very open in his speech; as long as it doesn't involve secrets, he can talk for three days and three nights.

With these thoughts in mind, Zhou Meng walked slowly down the mountain steps toward his room, hands behind his back, in a good mood.

……

"Are you leaving?"

Lu Qian glanced at Wang Ye beside him in surprise, and only after he came to his senses did he realize that almost two months had passed and Wang Ye's summer vacation was almost over.

"Yes, summer vacation is over, and soon I'll be a middle school student."

Wang Ye said this, but it didn't make people feel much excitement; it was more like a calm acceptance.

"By the way, don't you go to school?"

He looked at Lü Qian with curiosity and asked a question that puzzled him.

"How could that be? Learning is definitely something that needs to be done. Nowadays, to learn the Tao, without a certain level of knowledge, you can't even understand the Taoist scriptures."

Lu Qian finished his practice and rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

"I plan to cultivate at Wudang Mountain for a long time, so I need to transfer schools. The issue of my student status hasn't been resolved yet, but I estimate it will be soon."

"Okay, see you next year."

Wang Ye waved to Lü Qian.

"You're coming again?"

"Of course, although I still don't understand why I came here, I still quite like life on Wudang Mountain."

Wang Ye walked along the mountain path and took a deep breath of the forest air.

"Alright, I still need to go with Dad to say goodbye to Master Zhou Meng. Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"