Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 184 The Talented Sanfeng Sect
In a seven-seater minivan, Master Qingwei sat in the back seat, closing his eyes to rest.

"Master, we're almost at Uncle Zhang's house," a disciple reminded him.

Master Qingwei nodded, opened his eyes, looked out the window at the street scene that changed almost every year, and at the small courtyard not far away that seemed to have remained unchanged for more than ten years, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Several of his fellow disciples who went up the mountain with him decades ago have already passed away, and there are not many left.

When he is with his apprentices and grand-apprentices, he feels their vibrant energy, but every time he visits his fellow apprentices during the Lunar New Year, he can't help but miss the past.

"I'm getting old!" Master Qingwei sighed, and the van stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Master, we've arrived." A young Taoist priest opened the car door.

Master Qingwei nodded, got out of the car, and walked into the courtyard.

But as soon as he entered the courtyard, his expression changed, and he walked quickly toward the backyard, startling the young Taoist priest who was unloading gifts from the cart. The priest, holding a gift box in each hand, hurriedly followed him.

Master Qingwei turned around the main house and came to the backyard, where he saw his junior brother Zhang Qingyuan practicing Tai Chi push hands with a young man.

Actually, this scene is quite normal. Not to mention Zhenwu Mountain, you can see elderly people practicing Tai Chi push hands in parks in various cities across the country.

What shocked Master Qingwei was that Zhang Qingyuan and the young man had clearly mastered the internal energy of Taoism. Moreover, in their back-and-forth push-hands, their energy circulated throughout the body, and the Taoist charm had already permeated the outside. The comfort and naturalness of it made people feel relaxed and comfortable.

"Junior brother has also developed internal energy?" Master Qingwei looked at the two in shock. "And this young man is so powerful too?"

The young Taoist priest hurried over, but he couldn't tell how skilled the two people in the arena were. He just asked curiously, "So Uncle Zhang is having a match with someone."

In the backyard, Gu Zhao was practicing push hands with Daoist Qingyuan. When the Five Thunder Token in his mind started to pulsate again, he knew that another expert had arrived. He turned his head slightly and saw the familiar Daoist Qingwei.

Master Qingyuan also saw Master Qingwei and sensed Gu Zhao withdrawing his hand, so he also pressed down slightly and took a step away from Gu Zhao, saying with some lingering interest, "Fellow Daoist's Tai Chi is also very impressive. This old Daoist can't teach you anything."

Gu Zhao smiled without saying a word. He was able to fight Qingyuan Daoist to a draw because his magical power was profound and subtle. However, in terms of realm, Qingyuan Daoist's Tai Chi was far superior to his own.

"Senior Brother Zhong!" Daoist Qingyuan bowed to Daoist Qingwei.

"Junior brother," Daoist Qingwei stepped forward, "when did you cultivate true qi?"

Master Qingyuan chuckled sheepishly, “It’s been over twenty years, hasn’t it?”

Master Qingwei: ? ? ?
"More than twenty years?" Master Qingwei was stunned. "How come you've never mentioned it before?"

"What's there to say? Our master has mastered it too, but what's the use?" Master Qingyuan shook his head. "It can only help you regulate your body and live a little longer, and it might not even be as effective as working in the fields. Look how energetic the tea farmers are!"

Master Qingwei was speechless for a moment.

Gu Zhao couldn't help but chuckle.

If you don't use magic to commit crimes, it's really not very useful. After all, Earth is not like another world. With such meager magic power, it's already very difficult to cultivate enough to be sensed by others.

Take, for example, the Siamese Onmyoji. Don't be fooled by his sinister magic that can hypnotize or torture people. He may seem magical and strange, but when it comes to physical force, he is no match for an ordinary strong man.

Compared to them, the disciples of the Sanfeng School are already quite good; at least they are more capable in combat.

But this isn't a time of war, so what's the use of being able to fight?

Therefore, Master Qingyuan never thought that his cultivation of internal energy was anything special. He believed that its only use was for regulating the body, and that modern advanced medicine was sufficient to solve various problems.

Moreover, the Sanfeng School is renowned for its martial arts, and aside from martial arts, they don't know any esoteric magic. It's likely that even Daoist Qingyuan himself doesn't know the difference between his Daoist true qi and the qi of ordinary martial arts practitioners. Therefore, Gu Zhao's eyes flickered, and he tentatively asked, "Have you never left Zhenwu Mountain?"

“It’s not that bad.” Master Qingyuan shook his head and waved his hand. “I’ve been to Jiangcheng.”

Gu Zhao smiled without speaking, then turned to Daoist Qingwei, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Gu Zhao from Lingnan greets Daoist Qingwei."

Master Qingwei was already familiar with this old-fashioned way of greeting, and returned the greeting with clasped hands, saying, "Qingwei, the True Martial Clan."

"Senior brother, please come in and have a seat." Master Qingyuan invited Master Qingwei and Gu Zhao and the others, "Come in, come in, I'll make you some tea."

The group entered the house and sat down. Master Qingyuan brewed some of his treasured tea for them, saying, "This is new tea from the best tea trees on the mountain. It's rarely sold; it's all been taken by the villagers."

"Thank you." Gu Zhao thanked him, took the drink, and downed it in one gulp.

The young Taoist priest took the drink and wanted to drink it too, but it was so hot that he shuddered, and then his eyes were filled with shock when he looked at Gu Zhao.

Master Qingwei's eyes also twitched, and he asked Gu Zhao, "Where did you learn your master, fellow Daoist?"

Gu Zhao replied, "I learned Taoist magic from my grandfather, and later I learned some scriptures and classics from several seniors."

Master Qingwei exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist, your internal strength is profound. My disciples have practiced for decades, but they are not as good as you."

Gu Zhao's eyes flashed, "Is it Daoist Shi Hang and Daoist Shi Mao?"

“It’s them,” Master Qingwei added with a smile, “and Shi Yu as well.”

Gu Zhao raised his glass, "Master, your methods of educating people are truly admirable!"

"Not at all, there are countless masters in various places. We are just rising stars who have the advantage of knowing martial arts," Master Qingwei said modestly.

Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow. Compared to Daoist Qingyuan, Daoist Qingwei was more knowledgeable.

Then Master Qingwei invited Master Qingyuan to come out of the mountains.

Master Qingyuan shook his head and refused, "I'm not going. I'm doing just fine here. Your disciples are all pillars of society. What do you need me for? It's just qigong, what's so great about it?"

Master Qingwei sighed helplessly, “This is not ordinary qigong; this is internal true qi, which very few people in the entire Taoist sect can master.”

"Didn't your three disciples all complete their training?" Master Qingyuan asked in return.

Master Qingwei was speechless once again.

Seeing that Master Qingyuan was about to refuse, Master Qingwei stopped him, "There's a New Year martial arts festival tomorrow, you can go and take a look. Whether you come out of the mountain or not, we'll talk about it then."

Master Qingyuan had no choice but to agree.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, would you like to come along tomorrow?" Daoist Qingwei invited. "I'll introduce you to Shi Mao and the others."

"Okay!" Gu Zhao nodded and agreed.

These people from the Sanfeng Sect were originally his target when he came to Zhenwu Mountain. He had almost given up on them, but unexpectedly, he turned back.

(End of this chapter)