Get lost! Uncle Ma kicked away the leader who was carrying the knife.

Bleeding! The man looked in horror at his bloodstained hands.

If you don't lead your way, you won't just shed blood. Followed by another flying kick, only to hear a clang, a big knife flew down, and was inserted between the man's legs, less than a fraction from the man's life, the man was instantly frightened, see how fast he got up, you, you wait for Lao Tzu...... was supported by his brothers and stumbled and fled like a dog biting his tail.

How is the little master? Uncle Ma came over and asked.

Bao Chun frowned and sighed, except for the night of the full moon, I suspect that the violent emotional fluctuations and blood will also affect the strange aura changes in his body.

Uncle Ma sighed: I was negligent, I didn't expect that there would be people behind.

Looking at the dark night, Baochun asked, who are these people?

There are bandits in the mountains near here, I think there are ten ** them, Miss Plunder must have heard of Miss's medical skills when she went up the mountain. Uncle Ma said that these are all outlaws, and they can only give a lesson to run away, and if they are killed, there will be more trouble.

Baochun nodded, good people have never had trouble with bandits, unless, he doesn't want to live a peaceful life.

On the second day of the bandits' robbery, Baochun got up earlier than Lan Xiang, changed into loose clothes, surrounded the yard, and started running, sweating profusely, and picking up an axe to chop wood after running.

I happened to be seen by Uncle Ma, and snatched the axe over, Miss, what are you doing? It can't be that it was scared out of the problem last night.

Baochun wiped his sweat and stretched it out, to me.

Let's do it, this axe is not light, you are not used to it. Uncle Ma hid the axe behind his back.

Bao Chun walked away.

When Uncle Ma saw it, he breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, he saw his young lady pick up two buckets and go to carry water.

This time, it was Lan Xiang who snatched it first.

What are you doing here? Baochun was angry.

We also want to ask the young lady what is this doing? Lan Xiang said.

When I'm older, I can't practice martial arts, so I can't exercise my body and enhance my physique. Bao Chun sat on the stone with his ass on his ass, his chin in his hand, and sighed, at least next time I encounter bandits, I won't even have the strength to escape.

When it is dangerous, he has to rely on his son to protect him, not to mention the majesty of his mother, the most important thing is that his son's strange body can't use force casually.

As a mother, she has more than enough strength to protect her son, the only thing she can do is not to drag her feet too much, the old and weak women and children are really not good at dragging her super big hind legs.

Lan Xiang was stunned and looked at Uncle Ma.

Uncle Ma pondered for a long time before saying: Miss really wants to practice martial arts?

Baochun glanced up at him, thinking what was the use, didn't you say that I was old.

Uncle Ma lowered his head, put his fist to his mouth, and coughed, foreign kung fu needs to lay a foundation from an early age, Miss didn't like these punches and kicks before, and I ......

But I'm interested now, if people are weak, they will be beaten, people don't improve themselves, they can't be strong, I'm the head of the family, I can't hide behind a four-year-old child every time I encounter an enemy. Bao Chun said with annoyance.

If Miss really thinks about it, in fact, you can practice internal kung fu first, I have a set here, which was left by Mrs. at the beginning, however, internal kung fu is different from external kung fu, especially pay attention to talent and temperament, and you can't practice without talent, just like me, I also practiced for a while, but there was no progress, so I gave up, Lan Xiang too, but the little master is an excellent qualification, in order for him to be able to control the power in his body well, he passed it to him, and he has been practicing, But it doesn't seem to have much effect on the power control in the body. Uncle Ma sighed.

Baochun was overjoyed, stood up with a pout, grabbed his arm, practiced, must practice.

Kung Fu in the house? Internal force? The modern person does not yearn for, practice!

She is very determined, but she only forgets one thing, talent!

There are some things in this world that you can't succeed with hard work.

Bao also practiced in the spring, and practiced in the evening, I didn't see her work so hard when I went to school, as for the harvest, it can really be said that a river of spring water flows eastward, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Not to mention internal force, there is not even a little internal breath.

Whenever she meditated cross-legged, the corners of Xiaojiu's mouth were slightly upturned, and the sarcasm was not too obvious.

Even Uncle Ma Lanxiang persuaded her to forget it, she couldn't force her to ask for talent or something.

But Baochun clenched his fists and said, people must have three disbeliefs, do not believe that there are difficulties that cannot be overcome, do not believe that there are tasks that cannot be completed, do not believe that there are enemies that cannot be defeated, at the moment, this set of internal kung fu is my enemy, I don't believe that I can't defeat it.

At this moment, what else can Lan Xiang and Uncle Ma say, compared to before, Miss is strong and tenacious many times, and while she is relieved, she is also worried, it is not good if she is strong and strong.

In fact, Baochun doesn't believe the three things she said, she has been holding on, and she has long had endless doubts about herself in her heart, suspecting that she is a waste material for martial arts training at all.

But, just let her give up on her and be unwilling, the inner kung fu, how mysterious and lofty, is it just like this to pass by herself?

That night, she was cross-legged in bed again, and her son Xiaojiu went to bed, and said, you should practice your needle more. The implication is to stop doing useless work, and after speaking, he pulled up the quilt and turned to sleep.

Baochun stared at the back of his head, glaring at him desperately, he was not angry, who am I working so hard for, not for you, a stinky boy, I don't know what to do with the little white-eyed wolf, if it weren't for you, I would have traveled all over the world, I don't know how comfortable it is.

A long and short cicada chirped outside, Baochun turned his head, closed his eyes, luck, sank into the dantian, and continued to struggle.

But this time it seems that he was stimulated by his son, and he couldn't calm down, thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about it, and thinking about his spiritual consciousness.

I can't think of it, I unconsciously manipulated the spiritual consciousness power, used this spiritual consciousness power as an internal force, and operated according to that set of exercises.

I went, ran a circle, Baochun only noticed, for a while crying and laughing, by mistake, said in his heart, is this still an internal exercise?

In fact, her spiritual consciousness, according to her own understanding, is generated by an excessively strong magnetic field, to put it bluntly, it is also a kind of qi, which is essentially the same as the internal force, both are qi, but the nature is different.

Moreover, she found that after a week of operation, as the spiritual consciousness increased, the nature also changed, that is to say, mutated.

It seems that the effort is not useless. I don't know when I sat up, Xiaojiu touched her pulse and said.

Baochun is excited, looking at his son, I have practiced?

The wine pouted, you just practiced the inner breath.

Baochun hugged his son and kissed him, I actually practiced!

Although it is said that it relies on spiritual consciousness, although it is said that the internal kung fu has been practiced in a different way, and it has been practiced into four dislikes, but it has been achieved anyway, which is really exciting.

The little wine that was kissed, his face was red, and he said angrily: I don't know shame. There was embarrassment in his tone.

Baochun smiled, didn't care at all, lay down and hugged his son's body, in the future, there will be a mother to protect you, make a lot of money, what you want, you have anything, whoever dares to bully you, the mother will help you bully back......

With this educational philosophy, you are not afraid of spoiling your son, but then again, you can't spoil it, and your son is not a good kind in the first place.

Xiaojiu, who was struggling, suddenly stopped, did not move, and his eyes were deep......

As Shen Shixuan said, Zhao Sanniang did not give up because Baochun said that she had no intention of pestering her son, on the one hand, she didn't believe it, thinking that a woman like her whose reputation was so bad that no one wanted it would let go of her excellent son, besides, she didn't swallow the breath that the cheap woman bit her with a dog last time.

Of course, the trick of scolding the street, since she saw the woman, she knew that it was not working, so she found the patriarch and cried, saying that his son would win glory for the clan in high school in the future, and he was pestered by the unscrupulous woman, what future could he have, and said that she didn't take the clan people in her eyes at all, and when she met her on the road, she actually let the dog bite her, such a woman is simply a shame for the clan, and the patriarch can't ignore it......

So, the patriarch of the Shen clan came to the door.