Chapter 7 The Storm is Coming
Out of the dagger, turn around, jump, toe spin, the corners of the clothes raised in the wind. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info Su Xin carefully used every trick in the book, handy, and done it in one go.
"Yes, that's good." Qianzhi stroked his beard with a smile on his face, "You can practice like this in three days, it seems that you have indeed worked hard, and your understanding is not bad." ”
"Thank you, Master, for complimenting." Su Xin's red little face was covered with crystal sweat. Hearing Master's praise, he lowered his eyelids shyly. I'm so happy to be praised by Master. It's really hard work, in the past three days, in addition to helping in the kitchen, it's to practice, and I only sleep for two hours a day, and even dreaming is a trick in a memory book. After practicing so diligently, I not only wanted to become strong quickly, but more importantly, I didn't want the master to be disappointed because he accepted it.
"This is one of the exercises for the teacher, you take it to practice, if you don't understand something, come to the teacher. Remember, cultivators must not be impatient and impetuous, and if they want to be hasty, they will not be able to reach it. Only by understanding with heart can you get twice the result with half the effort. Qianzhi took out a thick book of exercises from the storage bag and handed it to Su Xin.
"The disciple remembered." Su Xin smiled, and her eyes inadvertently swept over the storage bag.
"Huang Lao, do you have pastries for me to fill my stomach first?" Su Xin passed by the kitchen on the way back to the room and watched Old Man Huang tinkering with things in front of the stove.
"Now, there's mung bean cake here, take it yourself." Huang Lao pouted at the table.
Su Xin picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth. The pastry melts in your mouth, with a hint of mint and sugar, which makes you feel refreshed. "Huang Lao, you are so good, you can even have pastries at your fingertips."
"That's, there's nothing I won't do! Are you done? Old man Huang asked without raising his head.
"Well, I'm done. Master even praised me. Su Xin nodded, and kept stuffing pastries into her mouth.
"Eat slowly, no one will rob you! What exercises did your master give you? ”
"This one! Eh, it is called the style of strokes. ”
Hearing this, Huang Lao raised his head and stared at the exercises in Su Xin's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly. It seems that this baby's talent is good, and Qianzhi actually gave this exercise.
"This exercise is a bit difficult, you have to use dim sum."
"Yes, I will. Thank you for the pastry too! Su Xin raised the pastry in his hand and walked back to the room with small steps.
"Are you sure you're going to leave in five days?" In the other room, Lin Zhu took a sip of hot tea and asked Lin Hao.
"In the morning, I saw that Qiansi received a flying pigeon message, and then I went to Qianzhi to discuss, and they said that they would go down the mountain in five days to help the Li family deal with things." Lin Hao stood aside and said as if flattering.
"Well, I finally waited until those two old fellows left. And that old man yellow, you can find an excuse to get rid of him then. Lin Zhu stared at Lin Hao with pity.
"No problem, no problem." Lin Hao felt numb in his back, this eldest lady has never been a fuel-efficient lamp. I still remember when I was a child, the patriarch married a new concubine, and the concubine was arrogant because she didn't know Lin Zhu when she just entered the door, and Lin Zhu slandered the patriarch and said that she saw the concubine fornicating with her subordinates. The patriarch was angry and beat the concubine to death, and Lin Zhu watched gloatingly from the sidelines. From then on, no one dared to mess with her.
"Sister Lin Zhu will definitely make her look good!" Chen Yue interjected.
"That's natural. Look how I'll torture her! Ha ha.. Lin Zhu looked up and laughed, as if everything was in his own hands.
After Su Xin got the exercises, he began to practice non-stop. Huang Lao is right, this exercise is much more profound than the previous ones.
"How do you kick this roundhouse? Old feeling like you're going to get to your feet? ”
"This snake trick is not quite right, it looks like an earthworm crawling a little more."
"Why does this right hook make your hand cramp?"
Su Xin practiced the exercises over and over again, but he never understood the essentials, and sat on the stone table in front of the house in discouragement and sighed.
"Girl, what's wrong?" When Huang Lao passed by with the prey in the back mountain, he happened to see Su Xin in a daze.
"Old Huang, the exercises given by Master are too difficult. I can't practice well, I feel so stupid. Su Xin said with a pouting and aggrieved.
"If you don't understand, go ask your master!" Huang Lao put down his prey, sat aside, untied the wine jug from his waist, and drank it gurgling.
"You can't let the master teach me page by page, that would be too troublesome for his old man."
"Actually, cultivation is not just about practicing in front of books. You have to understand that any practice experience has its own source of life, and it is not something that can be imagined out of thin air. For example, this snake hand, fast and curved, to control the enemy in speed and surprise, its moves are derived from the snake's crawling. So you might as well observe the real thing when practicing. ”
"I can still practice like this!" Su Xin suddenly opened his mouth. "Thank you, Mr. Huang!" After speaking, he held the book and ran towards the back mountain like a gust of wind.
"Heh, this girl, she's so anxious!" Huang Lao shook his head helplessly, picked up the prey, and walked in the direction of the kitchen.