The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 326: Grandmaster's Realm, Ye Laodao Writes a Poem in Praise of Martial Arts

"Humph."

Seeing Ding Shimaan's flattering smile, Ye Laodao put his hands behind his back and looked him up and down.

"Very good, very good. You have finally reached this stage of cultivation. All rivers flow into the sea, all methods return to the origin. Now you can also be called the "Grandmaster."

Ding Shimaan clasped his fists and said, "This is all thanks to your guidance these days, old Taoist priest. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to do."

"That kid Wuling is so clueless. He's so gifted and willful, he thinks everyone is like him..."

At this point, Ye Laodao glanced at Ding Shiman and said, "Of course, you are indeed talented and capable. Otherwise, ordinary people would not be able to achieve this in such a short time."

"You're too kind." Ding Shimaan said modestly.

Taoist Ye stroked his beard and asked, "How is it? Entering a new realm, it feels good, right?"

Ding Shimaan nodded: "It's really good, I feel like I can beat ten of my former selves now!"

Ye Laodao smiled and said, "Then have you figured out what this new power in your body is?"

Ding Shimaan shook his head. "This is a completely new feeling I've never experienced before, and I'm not sure what kind of power it is. I wonder if the old Taoist priest could give me some guidance?"

Ye Laodao pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The Tai Chi Boxing Classic says: The most rigid is Tian Gang, and the most flexible is Di Sha."

"Since you're following the path of martial arts, you naturally understand the three levels of strength. You've now reached the pinnacle of strength, and are vastly superior to other martial artists in the world."

"The peak of bright power can break mountains and shatter rocks; the pinnacle of dark power can penetrate armor and shatter internal organs; the ultimate of transformed power can leverage momentum to overthrow the heavens..."

"Your body now possesses the Heavenly Gang Qi, the Three Samadhis united as one, the Three Fields in harmony. When your strength is unleashed, it is as powerful as thunder and lightning, and you are truly invincible."

"Tiangang Qi?" Ding Shimaan seemed to be thinking about something.

"How about it, have you thought of a name for the martial arts you have learned?" asked Ye Laodao.

Ding Shimaan didn't react immediately. After thinking carefully for a while, he clapped his hands and said, "Yes, it needs a resounding name. I've decided to call it 'The Invincible Eight Extremes Brave and Mighty Great Heavenly Gang Heart Method'. What do you think?"

"..." Ye Laodao opened his mouth and sighed helplessly after a long while, "You haven't read much, have you?"

Ding Shimaan scratched his head and said, "I've actually read a few books, but maybe I'm just not that good at liberal arts..."

Taoist Ye stared at Ding Shiman until he couldn't stand it anymore. He said a little embarrassedly: "Ahem, old Taoist priest, why don't you help me choose a name? I'm just a warrior, I don't have that kind of brain."

Ye Laodao was speechless, but he could also see that the other party was indeed not very cultured.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Laodao stroked his beard and chanted:

"Swallowing the souls of mountains and embodying the rainbow, melting gold through a hundred battles to forge a heroic figure."

"The bright force splits rocks and thunders away, while the dark force destroys cities and rots away trees."

"Treading on the stars and frost to measure life and death, splitting the chaos to demonstrate hardness and softness."

"The sharp edge in the box is still there, one thought is the same as all other methods."

"In my opinion, a fool like you probably wouldn't be able to remember a name that's too complicated. It's better to keep it simple and understandable. How about calling it 'The Essentials of Tiangang Power'?"

Old Taoist priest, I am not that stupid...

Ding Shimaan wanted to defend himself, but when he saw that Ye Laodao had just spoken poetry, he thought it would be better for him to be "humble".

Compared with the old Taoist priest, he can indeed be called "illiterate".

Of course, the main reason is that he also likes the name "Tian Gang Jin Yao Jue". It is easy to understand, read smoothly, and has a high level of quality.

So, Ding Shimaan clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for the name. Let's call it 'The Essentials of Tiangang Power'!"

After thanking him, Ding Shiman suddenly thought of something and leaned forward again, saying with a smile, "Old Taoist priest, you are so talented in writing. Why don't you help me come up with a name for the martial arts routine I just performed?"

Taoist Ye's beard twitched. "Boy, that's too much. You can think of the names of the moves yourself. If you really can't think of anything else, I have some books in my room for reference."

Upon hearing this, Ding Shimaan said anxiously, "No, old Taoist priest, you know I'm not very talented in literature. How about this: I'll come to see you every New Year and every festival. If you have any instructions, I'll be there whenever you call. How about that?"

"Forget it. I am alone and have peace and quiet. I don't need anyone to accompany me."

"Please have some pity on me, old man. I'm good at fighting, but I really don't have the confidence to do something as cultural as naming. If I tell anyone about this later, I'm afraid it will be embarrassing... embarrassing!"

"It has nothing to do with Lao Dao."

Seeing this, Ding Shiman smacked his lips, suddenly thought of something, rushed into the house, took out a bank card from his bag, and returned to Ye Laodao.

"Master, this is all my belongings. Consider it my contribution to Qingwei Palace. After all, I've lived here for so long and have developed feelings for it. Please use this money to repair the palace."

Ye Laodao shook his head: "Who do you think I am? Why would I want your money?"

"Hey, this is for the Grandmaster. It's okay if you don't want to accept it, but would you like to toss the cup first and ask the Grandmaster's opinion?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Laodao glanced at Ding Shiman. Why did he always feel that the other party's behavior was similar to that of a certain person?

It is true that those who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black...

Ding Shimaan didn't wait for Ye Laodao's reply. He turned and walked into the main hall, put his bank card on the table, started burning incense and muttering, and then started to toss the cup.

After throwing the dice three times in a row, Ding Shiman turned around and grinned when he saw the result: "Master, the Grandmaster has accepted it!"

When Taoist Ye came closer and took a look, he looked up speechlessly. In the end, he didn't say much. He just said to Ding Shiman, "Come out, do it again for me. It would be better if you can explain the method of practicing the power clearly. If you don't hesitate..."

"No, no, I will explain it to you in detail." Ding Shimaan smiled happily and followed him out happily.

Ding Shimaan now knows how to practice and can perform it himself, but he just can't figure out the complete formula of the mental method.

Just like Master Sanfeng’s "The Rootless Tree", if you want to write it down for future generations to refer to and learn from, it requires more than just ordinary cultural knowledge.

Obviously, Ding Shimaan does not have this ability, so he wants to ask Ye Laodao for help.

As a martial arts fanatic, how could he not want to leave something for future generations and guide them on the path of martial arts?

Maybe Ding Shimaan only cared about fighting in the past, but now his realm is different.

Just like all masters throughout history, after reaching a certain level, they will naturally consider passing on their methods.

Every person who comes later will become a pioneer, and every person who goes ahead was once a person who comes later. The passing of the torch, one generation after another, is also the characteristic of Chinese civilization...

This martial arts performance took most of the day.

It was not until Ding Shimaan was about to fall asleep at night that Ye Laodao handed him a booklet.

"I have already written what you want. I hope you can establish your own school of thought and become a guide for future generations."

After respectfully sending Ye Laodao away, Ding Shiman looked at the large words written on the booklet -

"Dao Wu... He Zhen Song?" Reference to "Dao Wu He Zhen Song"