"Am I sweating? The chili just now was so spicy that I was still sweating. There are eight or nine such masters in the Mo family, and that is not an invincible opponent in Wanquan County, how can I hear Brother Ruwolf say that our Tieta Village has the first combat power? ”

"Before the establishment of our Tieta Village, their Mo family was already a famous family in Wanquan County, not to mention seven or eight hundred years old, it is not surprising that eight or nine geniuses who have practiced divine arts have come out for such a long time, after all, if you count the number of people, their Mo family is several times more than the population of our Tieta Village."

"You are a person, and you don't even let go of other people's ancestral tablets!"

Ye Congwen knew that the old patriarch was sometimes a little unreliable, but he never thought that he was so unreliable, did he want to scare people to death in broad daylight?

"They are all people who rely on their ancestors to enjoy happiness, and what happened to their ancestors, don't they deserve a name? The Mo family is also inferior to the next generation, and in more than ten years, their fertile land will also be taken back by the Demon Hunter Guard. ”

Ye Wushu moved his mouth disdainfully, his face was quite carried away, and he said proudly:

"As long as the three major families of Mo Lin Yu do not appear alive to practice divine arts, in the entire Wanquan County, in terms of force value ranking, our Tieta Village will always be the first!"

"Grandpa the patriarch is very reasonable, looking at the entire Wanquan County, except for our Tieta Village, where to find such a group of two or three meters tall fierce brothers and sisters."

Ye Congwen was vaguely looking forward to this in his heart, and suddenly remembered the Nanban Beidi mentioned by the old patriarch, and asked whimsically for a while:

"Our two tribes of flowers and leaves are tall and powerful, and their brute strength is endless, could it be a branch of the Southern Barbarian Kingdom? Maybe it's the descendants of the royal family who were separated when the four kingdoms resisted the Protoss together on the battlefield of the Hundred Beasts? Otherwise, how could we no longer find someone of the same height and shape as us? ”

Ye Wushu also frowned, vaguely felt that it was not impossible to have this possibility, and when he heard it, he talked about the descendants of the royal family, and suddenly felt that Ye Congwen was whimsical.

"Thanks to what you said, the descendants of the royal family are so shabby that we live by hunting?"

Waving his hand impatiently, he said:

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these nonsense things, if you can produce a demon hunter guard, you will burn incense and worship the Buddha, and you still expect an emperor to come down from the sky?

Hear like a wolf saying that you stay alone on the boat all day, a little lonely, empty, and cold? ”

"What do you mean?"

Ye Congwen couldn't help but mutter: I'm afraid you're confusing Ruyan with Ruwolf!

"If the wolf said that you drive the boat all day and wait for them to return from hunting, it is a bit boring for too long, so you often let the pigeon bean sprouts accompany you?"

Ye Wushu pursed his lips, his writing has not improved at all, isn't being boring and lonely alone just lonely, empty and cold?

This kid is like a day by day, and he has to find something to do to pass the time, so as to save him from doing anything hot-headed, after all, pigeon bean sprouts are weak and are by no means a good match.

"Oh, yes."

Ye Congwen nodded, so that it was logical for the pigeon bean sprouts to accompany him to relieve his boredom.

"Are you practicing the Wind Breaking Fist I taught you? Show me the whole set. ”

Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch had the intention of testing whether he had the intention of practicing with his heart, so he hurriedly got up, closed his eyes and pondered, his limbs seemed to have a memory, and he beat a set of movements with a total of one hundred and eight styles endlessly, dazzling.

Ye Wudi nodded, but he was surprised in his heart, and shook his head and sighed:

This kid is talented and intelligent, and he learns quickly and accurately, but unfortunately his physique is too weak to reflect the peerless power of this boxing technique.

The Ye clan's wind-breaking fist is as fast as a storm, as fierce as the sun, a punch is like a tiger out of the mountain, the momentum is breathtaking, the speed is so fast that it has its own sound of breaking the wind, one hundred and eight styles are beaten down, and the two fists have already burned red. It can be seen that the speed is fast and the power is great.

But in Ye Congwen's boxing technique, he only saw that the movements were smooth and smooth, and the posture was pleasing to the eye, according to the standards of the reckless man in Tieta Village, he only practiced a showmanship, and there was no threat at all.

Just like a flower cat pounces on people, there is a high probability that it can only be frightened, if it is replaced by a tiger sneak attack, normal people will be scared like ashes.

This is the gap in physique and strength that cannot be made up for by hard training alone. But now there is no better way, the essence of the Breaking Wind Fist in the clan is all based on the strong physique of different ordinary people, if the physique is not up to standard, learning is tantamount to painting a tiger according to a cat, it is difficult to achieve something.

Ye Wushu knows this well, but Ye Congwen is alone, and he can't use many things when hunting and cutting trees, so it's better to let him learn something to pass the time, it's better than sitting in the corner stupidly. Although it can't be compared with the strong men of the two clans, it is definitely not a problem to deal with three or five street ruffians.

"The movements are quite standard, you learn quickly, and you practice hard, but there is still a little bit of fire in strength.

But you don't have to worry, you are only fifteen years old this year, even if you only grow ten centimeters a year, when you are twenty years old, you will have two meters two or three, not much different from the average height, as long as you keep up with nutrition, with your intelligence and wit, you will definitely not be worse than you like Brother Wolf! ”

The old patriarch comforted Ye Congwen and asked kindly:

"How many pounds of meat can you eat in one meal recently?"

"More than a pound, less than two pounds."

Ye Congwen replied a little helplessly. The two tribes of flowers and leaves judge a person's physical strength by the amount of food, which is quite valuable for reference. It's a pity that his physique is weak, not tall and not strong, even if he eats six meals a day, he doesn't see half of his physique improving, and he follows his mother after all.

"You still have to work harder, a meal of five catties of meat is the minimum standard of the clan, you have to increase the intensity of exercise, this set of wind-breaking boxing strives to fight ten times a day, which is of great benefit to improving your physique."

"Grandpa is right, I will practice diligently."

After a set of boxing techniques, there is no improvement except for exhaustion.

"Come into the house when the blow is cool, and practice the exercises step by step, and you can't rush for it, otherwise you will fall into trouble. That's all for today, and I'll teach you a secret technique later, which will be of great use in the future. ”

Ye Congwen thought it was some kind of secret exercise, so he hurriedly washed his face and ran to the house.

Walking to the hall, I saw the old patriarch holding an antique sandalwood box slowly, the outside of the wooden box was carved and carved, very simple, Ye Congwen was shocked to see it. Looking at the old patriarch's cautious posture, is there any unique secret hidden in the wooden box, or is there a peerless technique that cannot be easily published?

Ye Wushu gently placed the wooden box on the table and patted the dust on his hands. Carefully opening the box and removing the oilcloth on the outside, a yellow-to-black thread-bound book came into view. Ye Wudi looked at the two huge black characters on the homepage, and pondered for a long time before he asked proudly:

"Xiao Congwen, do you know what grandpa is best at in this life?"

Ye Congwen stared at the tall figure in front of him, although his hair was gray and hunched over, he spoke like a bell, and when he acted, he was as fast as the wind, and he would definitely not be worse than Ye Ruwolf when he was young.

"Our two clans of flowers and leaves make a living from hunting, and they are naturally the best at setting traps and digging traps, and grandpa is the patriarch, and he is the best in this, if you talk about hunting technology, the whole village must be invincible."

"Hahahaha, you're right, but no matter how strong a person is, he has to obey the old.

Is the tiger powerful, strong or not? When it gets old, its teeth fall out and its claws fall off, it has to accept its fate. There is a saying since ancient times: life is rare for seventy years.

Grandpa, I'm in my sixties, and I'm long past the age of being ruthless. Hunting is like a wolf's world, and of course, it's okay to do technical guidance once in a while......"

"And what is the secret of this book?"

Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch began to brag about himself again, and it was estimated that he would not be able to stop for half a day, so he quickly changed the topic and asked curiously.

"It can be said that it is the secret of feng shui, birth, old age, sickness and death, marrying a woman and marrying a woman, asking the murderer, and searching for treasures, all of which are inseparable from this secret."

Ye Congwen saw the old patriarch's unfathomable look, and he was even more curious in his heart, and he wanted to see what was written on the cover. It's a pity that the old patriarch is nearly one meter taller than Ye Congwen, and it is destined that no matter how he looks at it, he has to wait quietly for the old patriarch to read it, although it will take a long time.

"The Book of Burials", by Guo Pu. Ye Wushu read the Tao seriously, his respectful posture, as if he was reciting a Bible book, his pious look, and sincere tone made Ye Congwen fall in love. It established the place of this divine book in my heart.

"The mourner, the hidden, the angry. The breath of yin and yang, which is the wind, rises and clouds, and descends and rains, and walks in the middle of the earth, it is called vitality..............."

Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch shook his head and read it with relish, and listened patiently for a long time, until Ye Congwen couldn't help but yawn for a long time, and the old patriarch asked unsatisfied:

"What did you learn from listening to the whole book?"

"This book is so vast and profound, how can it be understood at the first time? Sun Er is too stupid, I'm afraid he is not the material for learning this kind of exercise. ”

Ye Congwen understood a little, but it was all about some survey methods for looking at feng shui and finding holes, which were very different from the peerless exercises he expected, and he suddenly lost interest, and pretended to be stupid and refused.

Ye Wushu rolled his eyes, feeling that he had wasted half a day of saliva. But then I thought about it, when I got the book, it was also full of question marks, and some things have to be done gradually, especially children, who need to be tempted to understand reason.

"The whole village knows a few words from you and me, an old man, if you can't learn them, who else can I count on to go?

If I stretch my legs and drive the crane to the west in the future, who do we expect to handle the red and white ceremonies in Tieta Village in the future, marriage and funeral?

Child, I know you don't want to be here, but you have to leave a way out for yourself, and if you can't eat the bowl of rice of the hunter in the future, isn't this also a way to live? ”

Ye Congwen was silent when he said this, and he was surprised in his heart:

The person in charge of the accounting room still has to study feng shui, is there such a squeeze on labor? A picture seemed to emerge in front of him: a handsome and dashing young man with clear eyebrows and eyes, chanting mantras and dancing witch dances............