Picking up the bucket, Fang Haoran hurriedly ran towards the mountain pool in the back, ten large water tanks, with Fang Haoran's current physical condition, if he is not diligent, I am afraid that he may not be able to fill it in one day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Kicking on the forest path, Fang Haoran had a feeling of going to the firewood room in the backyard of Shaolin, in his previous life, he was obsessed with martial arts, in order to learn a set of authentic Shaolin boxing methods, he did not hesitate to enter the firewood room in the backyard of Shaolin, and stayed for a full year, and followed a group of warrior monks to carry water and chop firewood every day.

It was also during that period of time that Fang Haoran had frequent contact with the Shaolin monks and learned a lot of things, even if he went to other places to learn art in the future.

Carrying water is not only an individual work, but also a technical work, with a pointed bottom of the wooden barrel to carry water, the water is not poured into the water tank, the barrel can not fall to the ground, the same when carrying water, the arms must be balanced, which can not only exercise the arm strength, but also exercise the grip between the fingers.

At the same time, when running fast, controlling the bucket with the strength of both arms can save a lot of strength, and exercise to a certain level, and the arms are like a flat pole, and it is easier to pick up water.

Fang Haoran thought about his kung fu, and had already arrived at the edge of the Houshan Waterhole, the length and width of the waterhole were about ten zhang, the round waterhole looked more like a turquoise mirror, on the left and right sides above the waterhole, there were two hidden streams quietly converging into the waterhole, if you don't look carefully, it is really difficult to find.

Fang Haoran adjusted his breathing, looked for the feeling of his previous life, and then picked up the bucket and filled the pool with water.

The weight of a wooden barrel is about twenty-five catties, and the sum of two wooden barrels is about fifty catties.

Fifty catties of water is still heavy for the current Fang Haoran.

"Up!"

Fang Haoran snorted coldly, his arms spread like eagles, and they formed a flat pole.

Lifting the bucket, Fang Haoran couldn't hesitate, habitually picked up the bucket and began to run to the firewood house where the old firewood head lived.

Along the way, Fang Haoran tried to maintain the balance on his arms, trying not to spill a drop of water.

It's a pity that this body is still too weak, even though Fang Haoran has strong control, there is still a lot of water sprinkled outside.

When he ran to the firewood room, about fifty catties of water in the bucket were spilled out by Fang Haoran more than one-fifth.

Lao Chai Tou sat leisurely in the courtyard, holding a small teapot in his hand, and looked at Fang Haoran with a leisurely face carrying the bucket and panting to the edge of the water tank.

"Be careful, don't spill so much. Otherwise, it will take two more trips. ”

Fang Haoran glared at Lao Chai Tou, this time he ran down, he was already out of breath, Lao Chai Tou was not only not comforted, but also said cool words on the side.

"No, you're coming?"

Fang Haoran poured the water in the bucket into the water tank, and the huge water tank was only one-fifth full.

When Lao Chai Tou heard Fang Haoran's words, he shook his head decisively and said, "The old man was punched by you, and the bones all over his body felt like they were about to break." The old man needs to recuperate now, and he doesn't do physical work, he can't..."

Lao Chai Tou entered the cabin step by step, Fang Haoran stared at Lao Chai Tou's back with fierce contempt, and then picked up the bucket and continued to carry water.

Two buckets of water can only fill one-fifth of the water tank, that one tank needs ten buckets of water, ten large tanks need a hundred buckets of water, and Fang Haoran has to run fifty times to fill all the water tanks.

As Fang Haoran kept running back and forth between the waterhole and the firewood house, the water tank in the yard was gradually filled.

One, two... Five!

Fang Haoran spent the morning picking up water from five water tanks. In fact, three and a half water tanks are already Fang Haoran's limit, when the three water tanks are full, Fang Haoran feels that he walks in vain, and may even fall on the side of the road at any time.

But Fang Haoran knew in his heart that he would never be able to fall, and once he fell, it would be difficult to get up again.

Fang Haoran relied on his extraordinary willpower to run one trip after another.

It wasn't until the fourth water tank was half-filled that Fang Haoran suddenly felt that his whole body suddenly became lighter in the process of running, as if he had taken a hot bath all of a sudden.

Faced with this situation, Fang Haoran was not only not surprised, but looked excited, because he knew that this was a sign that he had broken through the limit.

Fang Haoran struck while the iron was hot, and while this momentum had not passed, he ran several times as hard as he could, and finally when he filled the fifth water tank, he sat down on the ground with a pop.

At this time, Lao Chai Tou walked out of the cabin and handed Fang Haoran a water cup made of bamboo tubes.

"Drink a little and take a breath."

Lao Chai Tou was very satisfied with Fang Haoran's free coolie, and through a morning of observation, Lao Chai Tou had already seen when Fang Haoran was exhausted. But the kid in front of him was stunned and exhausted, with the support of willpower, he ran several times.

The water of the five major water tanks in the morning is the amount that only three people from the firewood room in the backyard can complete.

Lao Chai Tou was shocked in his heart, but he would never say it. In his eyes, young people can't boast, and if they boast, they will their tails.

Fang Haoran took the water cup from Lao Chai Tou's hand, and poured it all into his stomach.

"Comfortable!"

Lao Chai Tou took the water cup from Fang Haoran's hand, and said with a pout: "Just finished exercising vigorously, don't sit on the ground, you should get up and take a walk, take a slow." If you know how to punch something, take it out and hit it, it's very beneficial. ”

Hearing Lao Chai Tou's words, Fang Haoran was slightly stunned, because a senior master had also said this to Fang Haoran before.

Fang Haoran raised his head and stared at Lao Chai Tou with a puzzled expression, "Are you sure you are not a senior master?" ”

As soon as Lao Chai Tou heard Fang Haoran's words, he knew that Fang Haoran had misunderstood, and shook his head and scolded: "Senior, there was a little guy in the martial arts academy in the past, who often liked to come to the old man to help him carry water and chop firewood, and the pair of wooden barrels you use now are made by that little guy." The little guy told the old man what he said just now. ”

Fang Haoran's eyes lit up when he heard this, the disciples of the Martial Academy were all guys with eyes above the top, and the people who could take the initiative to come over to help the old firewood head carry water and chop firewood proved that this person had strong self-control, and his understanding of kung fu was also very high, and he knew what kind of means to improve himself. This kind of person must know a lot about martial arts.

"Did he tell you anything else?" Fang Haoran asked.

Lao Chai was stunned for a moment, and saw that Fang Haoran's eyes were flashing with little stars, and he pretended to be mysterious: "Is this... The old man can't remember it for a while, and I'll tell you when the old man remembers. ”

When Fang Haoran heard this, his teeth itched with hatred, looking at Lao Chai Tou's expression, it was obvious that he still knew more, but he didn't want to tell Fang Hao.

"Get up and practice, it's time for lunch, the old man will help you bring the food." After saying this, Lao Chai Tou staggered out of the small courtyard and walked towards the place where the room was.

After Lao Chai Tou left, Fang Haoran also followed Lao Chai Tou's advice, got up from the ground, and began to play bear play in the yard.

Fang Haoran's bear drama has been practiced to the realm of Dacheng, and every move and style looks even more clumsy. Others may seem that Fang Haoran's movements are getting more and more clumsy, but in fact, only Fang Haoran knows in his heart that the clumsier he is, the closer he is to the true meaning of bear play.

After a set of bear plays, Fang Haoran was still unsatisfied, and began to play tiger plays in the yard again.

The fierceness and domineering of the tiger opera was vividly exerted by Fang Haoran, and Fang Haoran was shocked in his heart, because he clearly felt that the tiger opera had been significantly enhanced, and it seemed that after he broke through the limit once in the morning, the function of his body had improved.

"Let's eat!"

After Fang Haoran finished a set of tiger plays, Lao Chai Tou swayed back to the courtyard with a lunch box.

On the stone table in the courtyard, seven or eight dishes were laid out in one line.

Fang Haoran didn't expect that the food was so rich, half of the seven or eight dishes were meat dishes, and the portions were very large.

Lao Chai Tou took out a small wine jug from the room, and said while drinking: "Hurry up and eat!" After eating, hurry to work. ”

Fang Haoran originally wanted to put a set of words from Lao Chai Tou's mouth, but looking at Lao Chai Tou's posture, he obviously didn't want to deal with him.

After picking up water in the morning, Fang Haoran was also hungry, since he couldn't get words out of Lao Chai Tou's mouth, then he would talk about eating enough.

Then, in Lao Chai Tou's stunned eyes, Fang Haoran swept all the seven or eight dishes on the table.

Looking at the vegetable plate that was cleaner than his face, Lao Chai Tou held back for a long time and then held back a sentence, "You can eat more than a pig." ”

Fang Haoran didn't bother to take care of the old firewood, picked up the bucket, and continued to carry water.

Picking up water again, Fang Haoran was faster, with the sweetness of the previous short increase, Fang Haoran couldn't wait to strengthen himself.

Back and forth, back and forth, and after two hours, all ten large water tanks were full.

Fang Haoran was so tired that he was out of breath, but he didn't sit on the ground to rest, but consciously played bear and tiger plays in the yard.

The old firewood head watched quietly from the side, and only after Fang Haoran finished his work did he speak: "The water is full, so hurry up and chop the firewood." ”

Chopping firewood is the same as carrying water, it is also a technical job, and those who master the skills can easily chop firewood cleanly and quickly; Those who do not master the skills, even if they try their best, can only chop a small amount of firewood.

Fang Haoran is undoubtedly the person who has mastered the skills of chopping wood, once when he was in the Shaolin firewood room, Fang Haoran chopped firewood for half a year, and even studied a set of wood-chopping techniques by himself.

Fang Haoran is very keen on knife techniques, and basically the famous knife techniques, Fang Haoran has been involved.

Chopping wood can improve wrist strength and arm dexterity, and at the same time, it also improves knife skills.

Fang Haoran admits that he is familiar with a lot of knife techniques, especially his own set of wood-chopping knife techniques, so for the other party, chopping woodwood is not a matter at all.

It's just that when Fang Haoran saw the firewood knife handed to him by Lao Chai Tou, he couldn't calm down.

Whose chai knife is five feet long?

The firewood knife was erected one line higher than Fang Haoran, Fang Haoran stared, "Are you sure this is a firewood knife?" ”

[Today there are guests at home, and I have been entertained for a long time, and it is even late, please bear with me! ] 】