Medicinal Immortal

Compared to their anxiety, Tangning ate a bowl full of vegetarian rice, plus a sweet potato and half a bowl of vegetable soup. The worst thing is that I finished the vegetarian meal with the smell of barbecue.

So that she obviously had a full stomach, but still felt that she was missing a piece of meat, and her mouth was a little tasteless.

After the meal, the man went to the ground, and the woman went to do other things. The young man and her were left in the house. There was nothing to do when they were free. She asked, "What can I do? I can help."

"Help? Forget it! See what you can do with your hands and feet? You can go around. I have to chop the firewood and go to the mountains later."

Seeing the young man preparing to chop wood, Tangning smiled and said, "I will cut the wood, I'll help you!" As he said, he stepped forward to take his big axe, set the wood block, and chopped it down.

"You can't do this, you have to aim...precisely."

The young man saw that he didn't even aim. He lifted the big axe and chopped it down. He hurriedly shouted, wanting to teach him to aim and then chop. Who knew that the axe that seemed to chop at random actually split the wooden block directly. .

For a moment, he was a little dumbfounded, glanced at the little monk weirdly, and muttered: "Can this hacking hit?"

"Crack!"

The second piece of wood was also split, then picked up and put away, and then chopped into small pieces, almost as big as a piece, and none of the axe was missed.

No matter how stupid, the young man knew that this is not something you can hit with good luck, so he took a look at the little monk and asked: "You chopped wood in the temple?" Look at this posture, and chop one at a time. I don't know how long I have been practicing.

"The woodcutter?" Tangning was startled, her eyebrows curled up and smiled: "Almost!" She cuts wood less, but more people!

"I can't see it, I really underestimated you." The boy said, helping to put the firewood away. This way, one put and one split is much faster. After a while, he piled up the corner of the courtyard. The firewood is chopped.

Tangning put the axe back and asked, "Is there anything else I need to do? I can help."

"No need, no, let me take you to see Uncle De teaches the children in the village to practice martial arts." The boy shouted, motioning for him to follow, and then walked out quickly.

Martial arts?

Tangning followed with some curiosity and walked around the village. The villagers greeted her in a friendly manner until they came to the empty place and saw twenty-something children ranging from five to fifteen years old. Following the gestures of a middle-aged man, there was a sound of drinking.

"drink!"

"Hey!"

"Drink!"

Each of the children made gestures in a good manner, and all of them were learning seriously.

"Put out punches quickly, forcefully, not limply, and your feet are steady. Over there, He Xiaopang, waist, straighten up, close your belly, yes, inhale, close your abdomen, raise your head and chest!"

The middle-aged man held a bamboo in his hand, sometimes patted this calf, and sometimes raised that arm, instructing them to practice martial arts in the most standard posture.

The eight or nine-year-old boy named was fatter, and his chubby belly looked like a small watermelon under the slightly smaller clothes. He inhaled vigorously there, but he still couldn't round himself. The fleshy belly was put away, but between the inhalation and the abdomen and the exhalation, the pants fell loose and fell.