Mo Cong looked at those small knives and small swords of different sizes that shone with silver light, and his eyes suddenly straightened. Mo Xiao next to him was also dumbfounded. These things are the boys' favorites, what does the old man think, he has to let a little girl practice these, but let the two big boys carry water and chop wood every day.

"Old man, I want to practice these too. Mo Cong thought in his heart and said it out of his mouth. He looked at those hidden weapons, and then at Mo Min, and his heart was extremely envious.

"No, I can't. The old man flatly refused. "You kid, you haven't practiced the first heart method yet, so you think about it all day. Practice your own kung fu well, if you practice that set of kung fu well, flying flowers and falling leaves can hurt people, which is much stronger than these things. ”

"Oh, if you don't practice, you won't practice. Then the next time you go down the mountain, can you bring me a sword and a sword, I've loved these things since I was a child. Mo Cong asked with a pout.

"Swords and swords, what's the use of those mundane things?" said the old man with a frown. "You kid, practice your kung fu in peace, you are not allowed to touch any weapon until you have practiced your kung fu. ”

"Why?" Mo Cong was puzzled.

"Because those things are harmful to your cultivation. The old man scolded: "Once you put your mind on those mundane things, you will be distracted when you practice, and your cultivation will also be greatly affected, you know?"

"Oh, got it. Mo Cong pouted dissatisfiedly, still sullen in his heart.

The old man ignored him anymore, turned his head and told Mo Xiao to prepare dinner, and then began to teach Mo Min the firing techniques of various hidden weapons. Mo Cong sat on the side and watched and listened, listening to the old man explain to Mo Min very systematically what accusations, wrist control, slip shots, and whirling, he was really envious. And Mo Min, this little girl, really has an amazing talent for these hidden weapons, and the holding methods and firing techniques of each hidden weapon can be remembered after listening to it, and it can be accurate if you do it once.

What a talent.

Mo Cong watched and listened from the side, and became more and more impressed by Mo Min, a little girl.

It didn't take long, Mo Xiao had already prepared dinner, and the old man had also taught a complete set of secret weapon firing skills. The four of them each sat on a stool and began to eat.

When eating, Mo Min had a lot of questions as usual.

"Old man, the second brother said that he also wants to practice secret weapons, why don't you let him practice?" Mo Min asked.

"Because your second brother has his own kung fu to practice, that is, fist and foot kung fu. The old man replied.

"Oh, what kind of kung fu does the eldest brother practice?" Mo Min asked.

"Your eldest brother practices Zen Gong. The old man replied.

"Zen Gong, what is Zen Gong?" Mo Min asked.

"Zen Gong is a kind of kung fu that can defeat the enemy by standing still. The old man explained.

"Oh, is that the enemy will be defeated if you just move?" Mo Min understood wildly according to his four-year-old thinking.

"Well, not necessarily. The old man was a little speechless.

"Old man, can I practice the three kinds of kung fu together?" Mo Min asked.

"No, and no. As long as you practice your secret weapon kung fu well, and practice your mental method to a very high level, the other two kinds of kung fu can be self-taught without a teacher, and it will be natural without learning at all. The old man replied.

"Oh, why do you want to practice both kung fu and mental methods?" Mo Min asked again.

"Because the mind is like the ingredients, and the kung fu is like the cooking. Only if the ingredients are good and the cooking skills are good, the stir-fried dishes are delicious, just like this dish. The old man pointed to a delicious dish on the table and gave Mo Min an analogy.

Mo Min took a chopstick dish and tasted it, and nodded: "Well, I understand." ”

"Understood?" asked the old man.

"Got it... The dish was delicious. Mo Min replied.

The old man, Mo Xiao, and Mo Cong were speechless for a moment.

After the four of them finished eating, the old man asked Mo Xiao and Mo Cong about their respective cultivation progress, then turned to Mo Min and said, "Girl, from today onwards, you should also start practicing, both the mental method and the secret weapon must be practiced." ”

"Okay, but I'm practicing hidden weapons, where can I throw my hidden weapons?" Mo Min wanted an object to aim at, or rather a target.

"I've had it ready for you, No, and throw it at them. As he spoke, the old man took out twelve small porcelain dolls from his backpack and placed them on the table in turn.

Those small porcelain dolls are the size of palms, sitting or standing, all of them are cute and cute. Mo Min liked it very much when he saw it, picked up one to take a look, and then went to get the other. "These little dolls are so cute, will I break them if I send a secret weapon to them?" Mo Min couldn't help but look at the little porcelain dolls, with a worried look on his face.

"They are not as fragile as you think, let alone you, with your eldest brother and second brother's current skills, it is impossible to break them. So, you can go free and greet them. The old man said, "Look, there are four places on their bodies that are empty, and the hidden weapon can be pierced through or crossed over, and you will shoot the hidden weapon in the future, which is to aim at these places." ”

"Wow, this is too small and too difficult to aim, right?" Mo Min picked up the little doll and looked at it carefully, only to find that there were indeed four parts of each little doll that were empty, some of which were eyelets that ran through front and back, and some of which were shallow openings. These empty parts are different on each doll, and they are all small and difficult to aim.

"If it's so easy to aim, how can it play a role in practice?" the old man said: "After leaving the small courtyard, turn left a few steps, there are a few trees that are neither tall nor short, and I will tie these little porcelain dolls to those trees." It's a tuyere, and these little porcelain dolls will shake in the wind as soon as they are hung. Starting tomorrow, your homework is to fire hidden weapons at these little porcelain dolls from a distance of two feet. Within half a year, you must make sure that six hidden weapons are fired at the same time, passing through a certain part of the six small porcelain dolls, and you must ensure that these hidden weapons are pierced into the tree and do not fall off. After half a year, the distance was extended to four zhang, the number of parts increased to twelve, and the period of practice was one and a half years. That's what you're going to achieve in two years, and if you can't do it, not only won't you be able to eat good food, but you won't even be able to eat dinner. Do you understand?"

"Well, I see. Mo Min nodded.

Mo Xiao Mo Cong heard that the homework set by the old man for Mo Min was so difficult, and he immediately felt a little sympathy for this little girl. Mo Min himself looked indifferent.

The four of them talked again, and Mo Xiao, Mo Cong, and Mo Min went back to their rooms to practice.

Mo Cong returned to his hut and sat on the wooden bed, repeatedly ravaging the true qi in his body.

Mo Min went up the mountain this time, which touched him a lot. Mo Cong thought that Mo Min was a useless little girl, but he didn't expect Mo Min to show his hand immediately, which made Mo Cong have to be impressed. When the old man passed on the skills, Mo Min showed a clever and clever and a little understanding of the surname, and Mo Cong also deeply felt that he was not under him at all.

A big brother and a third sister all have their own strengths, and it seems that they have to practice harder. Otherwise, if you can't catch up with your eldest brother's cultivation, you can also talk about the fact that the cultivation time is too short. In case she is overtaken by the little girl of the third sister, it will be a bit too much to say, and there will be no place for her face.

With such a thought, Mo Cong sat for a while, practiced fist and foot kung fu for a while, and experienced the feeling of accurately controlling his true qi. I practiced and practiced like this, and I don't know how long I practiced, but I was so sleepy that I lay down and started sleeping.

Early the next morning, after the four of them had breakfast, Mo Xiao and Mo Cong set off from the courtyard as always, preparing to go down the mountain to fetch water and chop firewood. The old man took Mo Min to find the trees that were neither tall nor short.

The four of them talked as they walked, and soon came to the outlet where the old man had spoken last night.

As soon as the old man raised his hand, twelve small porcelain dolls tied with thin threads hung on several branches with the sound of the wind, and swayed from side to side when the wind blew. I don't know what material those thin lines are, they are tough and elastic, and those little porcelain dolls not only sway left and right, but also bounce up and down.

"From here to there, it's exactly two feet away. The old man raised his hand and passed from left to right, and a straight and deep horizontal line appeared on the ground. "Girl, look at it. The old man will give you a demonstration first, so as not to find fault when you don't practice kung fu well, and say some strange things that the old man can't do, and force you to do it. ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, with a wave of his right hand, a part of the hidden weapon that Mo Min was holding in his hand suddenly flew out of the air with a "snort". Thirty-six darts and crossbows and needles pierced the thirty-six eyelets of the little porcelain doll with strength and precision, nailing deep into the tree. Twelve flying knives spun and slashed through the gap on the little porcelain doll's body, then spun and flew back, falling neatly back into Mo Min's hand.

"How is it, do you see?" the old man looked ahead, at the stunned Mo Min.

Mo Xiao and Mo Cong were also dumbfounded.

"Let's start practicing when we see it. The old man said lightly.

Mo Min put those hidden weapons on a stone, a group of six hidden weapons, and began the first day of practice.

Mo Xiao and Mo Cong watched curiously from the side. I saw the twelve small porcelain dolls bouncing up and down at the tuyere, swaying left and right, with no regularity at all. At a distance of two feet, it was very difficult for the hidden weapon to hit them, let alone six at the same time, and it had to pass through those small holes, and it had to penetrate the trees without falling......

The difficulty set by the old man for Mo Min was indeed too difficult.

Mo Cong put himself in his shoes and thought silently.

"Aren't you two going down the mountain and standing here ready to sing?" the old man urged unhappily when he saw that Mo Xiao and Mo Cong were still not moving.

"I want to watch the third sister practice for a while. Anyway, my task is only ten sticks of firewood, and I can cut it in no time. It's not bad for this amount of time. Mo Cong said.

"Oh, it turns out that the task given by the old man is too simple, and you can't even look at it. The old man nodded, "Mo Cong, from today onwards, you won't cut that kind of black wood." That kind of firewood doesn't help your cultivation anymore. Mo Xiao, there is an iron birch tree more than ten zhang into the forest, which is harder than the black wood, and it grows taller and bigger. From today onwards, let Mo Cong chop that kind of firewood. The old rules are still ten. ”

"Good. Mo Xiao nodded in agreement.

Mo Cong suddenly felt very bitter. I just stood and looked at it for a moment or two, and said a word, as for myself. I also specially found some wood that was harder than black wood to cut for myself. Can that kind of wood be used as firewood?