Ding San and Wang Fang, in the name of their senior brother, instructed Du Datong to go fishing.

The two of them sat in the courtyard, looking at Ma Shuo next to them with great excitement, flying with one hand and five fingers and playing with more than fifty charcoal fireballs.

The look of envy on their faces could not be hidden no matter what, but including Du Datong, could only look at it now! No, because they burned all ten fingers for the fourth time this morning.

In Ma Shuo's view, the three are also improving. Although he feels much slower than himself, Ma Shuo knows that his biggest advantage is not talent, and he doesn't need sleep!

Time, a hard condition shared by everyone, has a strong advantage over others as if it were cheating.

Almost no one has praised Ma Shuo for his talent or understanding, so he has always defined himself as "ordinary".

Although there is a lot of extra time for practice or reflection, this is not a reason for him to overestimate or belittle himself.

Since it is a talent that cannot be improved, plus those huge pressures that cannot be used by outsiders, he doesn't want to let himself miss every day.

Obsession, this kind of driving force that can be called both good and evil, should be regarded as the biggest motivation for his continuous efforts!

Changing his hand and staring at the charcoal that changes the trajectory of movement at will between his five fingers, Ma Shuo feels that he is so bored now!

Isn't it time to find some other way to practice for yourself?

"Hmm!" sighed, and the five-finger flick was like a dream, and the charcoal that had just been connected into a circle of fire flew out four or five meters like a bullet.

"Crackling" crashed into the kitchen wall and shattered into sparks.

"Teacher, senior brother!" Ding Sanzheng was enjoying watching it, and was startled by Ma Shuo's behavior of throwing out the charcoal. Hurriedly asked, "Have a good time, what's wrong?"

This is the definition they gave after watching Ma Shuo practice.

It was difficult for the three of them, but it seemed so easy to put Ma Shuo here.

This not only caused them to catch up with the footsteps of the senior brother, but also formed an invisible but very serious psychological blow. It is the main reason why they are nervous, anxious, and even burned repeatedly.

Pressure, although this thing cannot be seen or touched, but the impact is everywhere!

Ma Shuo patted the white ash on his hands, looked up at the blue sky and muttered to himself: "The speed is already there, but the master has not come back yet, how do you say you should practice next?"

The two grinned when they heard this, and they both saw a wry smile and emotion in each other's eyes. Wang Fang rolled his eyes twice and replied, "Why don't you practice your strength?"

"Strength?" Ma Shuo was puzzled in his heart, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a way?"

Autumn is still five days away, and Ma Shuo's concussion has healed. If Liu Lin doesn't come back by then, he will have to go to the south in person.

Wang Fang actually just wanted to answer, but he didn't expect Ma Shuo to be interested. Hurriedly used his brain and thought for a moment: "Inverted, upside-down, push-ups, these should be fine!"

In an instant, Ma Shuo was opened up by this sentence, and slapped his palms: "Good idea, you guys take care of your injuries, I'll go out!"

After speaking, they left in a hurry without waiting for the two to reply.

At this time, Ding San touched Wang Fang, who was embarrassed, with his elbow: "Hey, third child, why didn't I know that we still had to specialize in exercising strength?

Wang Fang grinned, shook his head and replied, "Master didn't say it." ”

"Huh?" This sentence made Ding San stunned: "Master didn't say that you let Senior Brother practice, what if something goes wrong?"

"It's not. Wang Fang scratched his scalp when he heard this, his face was full of embarrassment: "Isn't this just a rush to talk? If there is no response to the senior brother's question, then how faceless will he be?"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a burst of weakness in his heart, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Moreover, Master will definitely be back soon, it's a big deal, let's admit our mistake when the time comes! It's only a few days, and the practice is not bad, the practice is not bad!"

When Ding San heard this explanation, he immediately got up and avoided two meters away, pointed at Wang Fang and warned: "Don't let us do it, you mentioned it." The fourth child is not here, I didn't say a word, you have to carry it yourself if something happens!"

"Hey, hey!" Wang Fang immediately panicked when he heard this, got up anxiously, and looked at the good buddy and the second senior brother with a serious face: "We have been playing since childhood, how can you be like this?"

In an instant, Ding San was reminded of many childhood memories by these words, and after hesitating for a moment, his words softened: "Okay, okay, I hope it won't be bad to practice as you said! Otherwise, with the temper that the master used to fix us at the beginning, hey!"

Wang Fang seemed to hear the explosion of the toilet of Ding San's house again, and suddenly snorted. Pretended to be calm and said: "Isn't it strength, you have to be afraid, let's keep disturbing Senior Brother these days, just let him practice as little as possible!"

"Huh?" Ding San felt that this was quite reliable, and hurriedly nodded: "Okay!

In the dead of night, the half moon was rising, and the snoring of the three people in the house sounded again. Ma Shuo was sitting on a stone pier in the courtyard, with a dozen fist-sized stones piled up in a rattan basket beside him.

Since I came back in the afternoon, I didn't have time to practice strength at all, and the three junior disciples seemed to have changed people, and all kinds of doubts and problems had just been asked by you to take the stage. While making Ma Shuo happy in his heart, it was also quite inexplicable.

Can too much scalding medicine make people stupid? Or do they suddenly open their minds and prepare to practice forcibly when they are injured?

I don't understand, and the three of them can't say why. Anyway, for Ma Shuo, after they all fell asleep at night, there would be at least five or six hours, and it should be enough to hurry.

Taking advantage of the scarcity of moon stars, Ma Shuo took eight fist-sized stones from the rattan basket, arranged them in a row on the stone table, grabbed one and gently threw it into the sky.

When you touch your fingers when you fall, you can feel not only the obvious tightness of your fingers, but also the muscles of your entire arm feel a heavy falling force!

This method may seem very casual, but it does work to improve the strength of your fingers and even your arms.

One is not enough, then two, three, until five stones are a little difficult.

Because the number is too small, at first he will still care about the correlation between the strength and the whereabouts of the position, and when Dongfang shows a trace of fish belly white, he is already so proficient that he doesn't even need to look at it.

If it weren't for the fact that he was so young, and his muscle strength and endurance were obviously insufficient, I am afraid that he would have spent more time practicing every night.

Even so, three days later, Ma Shuo had already used ten stones. At the cost of eating significantly more than before, the amount of food has increased by half, and the muscles have been sore for three days.

When the sun rose in the east and the sun shone into the courtyard, Ding San was the first to yawn and wake up. Hearing Ma Shuo's tired gasps outside the door, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, he was stunned at first.

"fluttering" sat up, hurriedly put on his shoes and pushed open the door. Then, the whole person froze there, and opened his mouth wide: "You, you, you!"

According to his thinking, the plan of the three of them to disturb the senior brother in the past few days has been very successful. Unexpectedly, early this morning, when I pushed the door, I saw Ma Shuo playing with ten stones with both hands.

That's right, it's playful. For a while, my heart was mixed.

Just when he didn't know how to speak, Ma Shuo stopped practicing when he heard the movement. Throw the stone back to the rattan basket at will, looked at Ding San and smiled: "Breakfast is in the pot, I'm full, go serve it myself!"

After that, he walked to the bedroom, and when he passed by Ding San, he sighed when he saw the other party's dodgy eyes.

Could it be that the speed of progress he showed scared his junior brother?