"In this life, people always need to do many things, some succeed and some fail. Some people spend their whole lives in mediocrity, failing to the extreme, but even if they only accomplish one big thing, that is still a success for them; there are also those who have been blessed with good fortune since birth, succeeding in everything they do, but if they mess up just one insignificant little thing, it will be considered a failure for their entire life."

  Success is often accompanied by failure, and failure often leads to success. As the ancients said: "A good fighter, before considering victory, must consider defeat, only then can he emerge unscathed from a hundred battles." This sword technique takes the meaning of not being victorious, first inferior then superior, first defeated then victorious; when using this sword technique against an enemy, let them be battered by wind and rain, I remain unmoving, waiting for the enemy to tire, then counterattack and turn defeat into victory.

  Qing Xuzi slowly explained with his back facing Zhang Feng, exuding an air of elegance and refinement.

  Xiao Zhang Feng listened with a confused expression, half-understanding the victory and defeat theories that Master spoke of, not understanding what this had to do with swordsmanship. Shouldn't learning swordsmanship start with learning moves? Why learn theory first?

  It's clear that Qingxu Zi also knew that young Zhang Feng wouldn't understand, so he didn't emphasize it too much. He simply went inside and took out his Cloud Pattern Seven Star Sword.

  "Disciple, if you can master this sword technique, I'll give you this literary sword. When the time comes, you can unsheathe it and use it as you wish. You've always admired my sword, young one, so work hard!" Qingxuzi said gently, stroking the scabbard.

  "Hmm!" Little Zhang Feng nodded heavily, usually when he watched other senior brothers practice sword fighting, they all had their own iron swords, but he could only use a small wooden sword, which was made by Qingxuzi Master after he begged for a long time. Now that he has his master's promise, how could Little Zhang Feng not be moved?

  Two big eyes stared fixedly at the sword in Master's hand, fantasizing about holding this sword and making his fellow disciples envy and jealous, just thinking about it made him feel so good that he almost drooled.

  "Slap!" Another bamboo stick hit Xiao Zhang Feng who was daydreaming. He quickly gripped the "sword" in his hand and struck a pose.

  "Attack!"

  "Hah!"

  "Bang!"

  "Attack!"

  "Ah!"

  Bang!

  ……

  On a summer night, the cicadas were chirping in unison, frantically searching for mates to multiply their offspring. "Ribbit!" A dull croak suddenly sounded, and from the stone by the lotus pond in the courtyard, a green-skinned old frog jumped out. His appearance frightened the cicadas into silence, afraid that if they weren't careful, they would end up in his mouth, leaving behind only widows and orphans.

  Qing Xuzi covered Little Zhang Feng with a quilt, they had been practicing for an entire afternoon, and Little Zhang Feng had also swung his bamboo sword for the whole afternoon. At this moment, he was already exhausted, curled up with his legs tucked in, sleeping soundly. In his sleep, it seemed like he was still practicing his sword moves, occasionally swinging his arm and muttering a faint "Ha".

  "Whoosh!" The door was gently pushed open and then gently closed, Qingxuzi came alone to the courtyard to keep company with the cicada.

  "Since Master Zhang has arrived, why hide and sneak around?" Qingxuzi said faintly towards the back of the Moon Gate.

  "As expected, you can't fool your junior brother." The leader of Wudang, Yu Xuzi, shook his head and walked out with a sigh.

  "What brings you here so late at night, senior brother?"

  "Daylight robbery."

  "Does Big Brother think it's not right to teach?"

  "Naturally, that was created by our ancestors. Although the ancestor had not established our Wudang sect at that time, it can also be considered as Wudang martial arts. How could it be casually passed on to outsiders?" Yuxuzi walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with Qingxuzi, both of them admiring the night view of Wudang Mountain together.

  "Wudang, outer sect, brother, do you know how chaotic and crazy the world is now?" Qingxuzi sighed and said in a low voice.

  "The world is full of hustle and bustle, all for the sake of gain. If everyone could focus their minds on being content with what they have, naturally there would be no chaos."

  "Haha, do you think everyone is like you, willing to be a carefree and ascetic person? Besides, aren't you also not without desires? It seems that you often mention wanting me to make the Wudang Mountain sect flourish." Qingxuzi said with a soft smile.

  "Alas..." Yu Xuzi let out a sigh and didn't respond.

  "My Wudang, although it was granted as a blessed land by the Emperor, is only so due to the shade of our ancestors. We in Wudang revere nature and avoid the world, so few people come down from the mountain. Unlike the Dragon Tiger Sect and the Mao Shan Taoists who often send their disciples into the world, if we don't change, I fear that by the time the heavens change and a new dynasty is born, it will be hard to say whether Wudang can still remain detached from the world." Qingxu Zi said calmly, stroking his beard.

  "Master's meaning is...... this little Zhang Feng child is the one you plan to have as Wudang's next Heavenly Wanderer?" Yu Xuzi asked in puzzlement.

  Qingxu Zi shook his head and sighed, saying: "Traveling the world, what's the use? I spent five years traveling and only managed to visit half of it. Between going back and forth, I've only been to major cities and towns, which is just a small fraction compared to the countless villages scattered throughout the land like stars in the sky. So since my return to the mountain, I've been thinking that perhaps our Wudang should also learn from other Daoist schools, and this child is part of my plan."

  Actually, when I brought him back, I thought of formally accepting him as a disciple and giving him a Taoist name. However, now that I've changed my mind, his parents' family feud is not something that Wudang Mountain can resolve. When he grows up, he will definitely leave the mountain, so I won't put shackles on him, letting him be free. Moreover, no matter what, he is a person who has walked out of Wudang and received Wudang's nurture. Now, I teach him martial arts to protect himself, and the way of dealing with things. The greater his abilities, the brighter his prospects will be. If he becomes famous, Wudang naturally will become famous too. If he gains benefits, how can Wudang not gain benefits?

  "What if it's infamous and dirty profit?"

  "It all depends on how we have been taught over these few years."

  "Even so, if he were to gain wealth and fame in the future and abandon me, what would be the point of being a hero?"

  "Haha! My junior brother, I'm even more delighted, because this proves that the Wudang cultivates true dragons and phoenixes among men. By then, who will still underestimate the Wudang lineage?" Qingxuzi clapped his hands in great laughter.

  "It's just that poor Little Zhang Feng has been suffering, with the heavy burdens of family feud and bloody revenge weighing on his shoulders, how can these small shoulders bear it?"

  "So we must be his shoulders, wider and stronger, no matter how heavy the burden he can bear."

  "Alas... even so, you have still broken the rules. Gu Yu Zi's junior brother, what do you think should be done?" Yu Xiu Zi asked, turning his head back.

  "According to the sect rules, you should be punished with facing the wall for three years. It can be carried out when Little Zhang Feng leaves the mountain." A figure appeared in the dark night, it was the Law Enforcement Daoist Master Gu Yu Zi.

  "Good! The day this child comes down the mountain will be the third anniversary of my meditation." Qingxuzi responded loudly, then cupped his hands and walked out of the yard.

  "To yield is to lose, and to lose is to win..."

  Yu Xuzi helplessly shook his head and followed him out, leaving only Gu Xuzi standing alone in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhang Feng's sleeping house with a complex expression.

  The moonlight is clear and quiet, the mountain fog is mysterious and distant. Little Zhang Feng, who was sleeping soundly, let out a soft snore, and the quilt that had been mended was also kicked open in all directions. At this moment, he was dreaming of fighting with Qingxu Subei... He didn't know that on this night, the three Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain had placed a very heavy burden on his shoulders...

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