Just two years ago, the woman's husband unfortunately died of illness. After a year of mourning for her late husband, the woman went up the mountain to the Taoist temple, knelt down in front of Taoist Ziqing and begged.
With a long sigh, Zi Qing told Zhang Xiaoping the truth about his life experience. In fact, Zhang Xiaoping had vaguely guessed the identity of this woman before. But he is very sensible. If the master doesn't tell him, he never asks. Usually when a woman came up to talk to him, he would not be shy and just tell the truth. After every conversation, the woman would leave with tears streaming down her face.
After knowing the truth, Zhang Xiaoping walked up to the woman with a mixture of expectation, grief, and eagerness in her eyes, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and called out: "Mother!"
"My son!" The woman hugged Zhang Xiaoping into her arms and cried loudly. She hugged him so tightly, for fear that someone would take her son away from her arms again. She cried so deeply, as if she wanted to pour out all the physical and mental torture she had suffered from losing her son.
Zhang Xiaoping also hugged his mother tightly, felt the warmth of her mother's arms, felt her mother's heart-breaking love, and finally understood what maternal love mentioned in the book is. He also shed tears, tears of excitement from enjoying his mother's love, tears of emotion from feeling the warmth of his mother's arms.
After mother and son recognized each other, Zhang Xiaoping's mother came even more frequently. People were sent to deliver things every now and then, and the master and apprentice basically had no shortage of food and clothing.
After knowing that Zhang Xiaoping liked archery, he sent people to inquire and search around the area, and finally bought a good bow with a certain age. The arrows were made by specially trained people and sent up the mountain in bundles, and they have never broken in a year.
Zhang Xiaoping is also very sensible and knows that recognizing mother and son does not mean that he has a public identity and title. Every time I see my mother looking at me with a guilty look, I try my best to persuade her: "My mother's kindness in giving birth to me, saving me and loving me will be engraved in my heart. No matter in the past, present or future, you are me." My mother, my biological mother. It doesn’t matter what else he does, as long as we, mother and son, are fine, everything is fine.”
But just ten days ago, Zhang Xiaoping's mother and her servants met Qi Laoliu and a group of bandits on their way home from the Taoist temple.
Seeing the bandits swarming down from all over the mountains and plains, she knew that she would not be spared, and she did not want her son to see her being captured and humiliated. She also knew that every time she went home, her son would see her off secretly in the woods.
She tidied her messy hair, turned to the woods and shouted: "Son, my mother has never asked you for anything in my life. Today, my mother begs you, don't come out, don't come out." After saying that, she faced a star. The big tree hit hard...
Zhang Xiaoping had already sped up when he saw the bandits coming. He used all his strength to shuttle and jump through the woods, but his mother's voice passed through the trees and instantly dispersed his breath like a lightning strike. He yelled in despair: "No!"
Then... he saw his mother's body, floating gently on the ground like a ball of cotton.
He is a sensible child and has never blamed his mother. Even before we recognized each other, every time I saw that woman's gentle, caring, doting, and apologetic eyes, and every time I heard her soft words and greetings, I felt deep love and sincere care.
My maternal love has never been missing, it has always been there, it has always been there...
He looked at his mother, whom he loved deeply and who loved him deeply, falling to the ground. Zhang Xiaoping's whole body's strength seemed to have left with his mother, and he fell softly to the ground. He could not use any strength from his body and could not even crawl.
Looking at my mother's body lying on the ground, it seems so far away and yet so close. Tears kept flowing, but my throat seemed to be mute and I couldn't make any sound...
I don't know how long it took, but my consciousness slowly returned and my strength began to gradually recover. The cries of the servants and maids who were kidnapped by the bandits still echoed in the distance.
Zhang Xiaoping got up, stumbled to his mother's side, gently held up her mother's head and shouted: "Mother, mother, wake up, wake up!"
The mother could no longer hear her son's call. She seemed to be asleep, silently and peacefully sleeping in his arms...
Zhang Xiaoping took his mother back to the Taoist temple. After hearing the news, the old Taoist came out and saw that his disciple had no tears to shed and blood was oozing from the corners of his eyes.
The master and apprentice found an open space next to the Taoist temple and buried Zhang Xiaoping's mother. That night, in the sad eyes of Master Ziqing, he watched his beloved disciple respectfully kowtow to him three times.
He said softly: "Master has brought up a great kindness, and my disciple will repay it in the next life." After saying that, he carried the bow and arrow presented by his mother and walked into the darkness of the mountain. Old Taoist Zi Qing wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know where to start.
Zhang Xiaoping's revenge started smoothly. With his top-notch light kung fu and archery skills, and his wind-like movement speed, he was simply a nightmare for the bandits.
As long as the bandits are alone or there are not many bandits, they will be killed with one arrow. A total of more than 20 bandits were shot and killed in two consecutive days. In the end, Qi Laoliu went out with all his troops and searched the area around the village carefully, but could not find any trace of Zhang Xiaoping. After the bandits returned to the mountain, Zhang Xiaoping went out again.
But he still underestimated the cunning and insidiousness of the gangster Qi Laoliu.
When Qi Laoliu retreated, he left some bandits behind to ambush him secretly. Zhang Xiaoping, a young man who was still inexperienced, stepped into the bandit's ambush. Fortunately, Qi Laoliu ordered him to be captured alive, but was caught unconscious by the bandits with dozens of fishing nets. Otherwise he would have been shot to death long ago.
How could Old Taoist Zi Qing be so confident that his disciple would take the risk alone? He followed Zhang Xiaoping as early as the second day after he came down from the mountain. But he is also a pure cultivator in the mountains. He has great martial arts skills but no experience in fighting with others.
When it was discovered that something was wrong, the beloved disciple had been caught by the bandits. The old Taoist was determined to break into the mountain stronghold, but he was afraid of the opponent's powerful guns. He wanted to find help, but there was no one who could help him. He felt that his decades of cultivation were completely useless.
In the end, he had no choice but to follow the rules of the world and go to worship the mountain in the name of the Wudang Clan.
Qi Laoliu welcomed him warmly, praised the old Taoist to heaven and earth, served him good tea, and asked people to bring Zhang Xiaoping out to meet the old Taoist. How can an old Taoist know the dangers of the human heart? It was only after a sip of tea that he realized he had been poisoned. After killing two gangsters in a sudden attack, he was captured because of the poison.
Qi Laoliu took a fancy to Zhang Xiaoping's skills, and didn't know that he and he had a grudge against his mother, so he wanted to use him for his own purposes. Now the old and the young took advantage of the situation and resorted to various methods of coercion and inducement, and tortured them for three days in a row. If Zhou Wen and the others hadn't broken down the stronghold, both of them would have died.
It's a pity that Zi Qing, who has mastered the Wudang inner energy for decades, continues to consume his energy to force out poison, and his body is continuously tortured and destroyed. In fact, he is close to the edge of losing his energy.
After Zhou Wen helped him force poison to heal his injuries yesterday, he also knew that this skill could not be saved, so he used the Qi of Prajna to integrate the characteristics of any skill and reciprocated the favor by transferring all his Wudang Qi into Zhou Wen's body to help him with luck. After staying in the palace for several weeks, it was like passing on Wudang's inner skills and inner skills to Zhou Wen without any reservation.
