Mo Xiao simply cleaned up, picked up a larger wooden barrel, and took Mo Cong down the mountain. Mo Cong followed Mo Xiao in a hurry, jumping and jumping all the way, with indescribable excitement in his heart.

He used to walk much slower than Mo Xiao when he went down the mountain, and if he wanted to speed up, he had to let Mo Xiao pull him along. After last night's tossing, the true qi in Mo Cong's body was no longer as lifeless as before, but became lively. The most direct reaction is that between Mo Cong's gestures, sometimes the speed is faster than Mo Xiao.

Of course, Mo Cong's speed is an unstable fast, belonging to the type that sometimes erupts and sometimes goes out. And Mo Xiao's advantage is uniformity, and he has always been so tepid and unhurried. If you really want to deliberately exert force to compare speed, novice rookie Mo Cong will definitely not be able to compare to Mo Xiao, who has been practicing for six years.

The two of them went all the way down the mountain, Mo Cong's body also got hot, and his true qi was almost swaying, and he jumped over the river and directly began to chop wood, testing the power of true qi on these hard black branches.

Mo Cong slashed hard at a branch that was about the thickness of his arm, and when he cut it for the first time, he didn't react to it, and when he cut it for the second time, he really moved a little, and for the third time, he did it for the fourth......

With a click, the branch was finally cut in two.

"Ah, I succeeded, I succeeded. Big brother, you see, I succeeded. Mo Cong picked up the firewood and cheered.

"That's good. Second brother, you have improved much faster than me. Let's cut it well, and try to have dinner from today. Mo Xiao was also happy for him.

"Okay!" Mo Cong turned around and continued to chop wood with a click.

His true qi is sometimes ineffective, sometimes he can cut three or four firewood in a row, and sometimes he can't cut a single piece for half a day. Of course, it's much stronger than before.

Just after noon, ten sticks of firewood had been chopped up. Mo Cong originally wanted to be angry and try to cut a few more, but Mo Xiao stopped him.

"Second brother, you have just started to control your true qi, so you shouldn't go too far. Quickly sit down and work on your mental method for a while, adjusting your true qi so that they can listen to you steadily and evenly. Mo Xiao sat on the big stone he often sat on and said to Mo Cong from afar.

Mo Cong thought about it, so he stopped and sat on the ground under a black tree.

The two brothers, one by the water and the other by the tree, each practiced the Heavenly Dragon Mental Method.

Mo Cong ran his mind for a while, summoned a small wisp of true qi from the dantian, and carefully controlled it to swim in his body. That wisp of true qi is indeed just like Mo Xiao said, like water flowing, and like a fish swimming, sometimes listening to the call and sometimes not listening to the call.

He practiced like this until the afternoon, but Mo Cong still couldn't completely control that small wisp of true qi, and in terms of probability, only two or three times out of ten times were obedient.

"You're already very good, much better than your eldest brother. Mo Xiao looked at Mo Cong's anxious appearance and said with relief: "When the eldest brother first practiced, it took half a year for the true qi to be awakened. It took nearly two more months for the true qi to be fully awakened. You've only been around for more than ten days, and your true qi has fully woken up. Second brother, the time for you to break through the first realm will definitely be shorter than that of the eldest brother. But don't worry, just practice with peace of mind. The old man said that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and sometimes the more anxious you are, the slower you will practice. ”

"Okay, thank you big brother for the reminder. Mo Cong patted his ass and stood up, tied ten firewoods together, put them on his back, and said, "Big brother, I don't think it's too early, let's go up the mountain." ”

"Hmm. ”

Mo Xiao jumped off the boulder, jumped across the river with Mo Cong, and used the two wooden barrels that were one size bigger than before to fill two buckets of water from the river. The two brothers, one carrying water and the other firewood, walked up the steep mountain road.

Mo Cong is also a master of time and time now, climbing the mountain is much faster than before, and he is not as tired as before. He followed next to Mo Xiao and asked as he walked, "Big brother, it's been more than ten days, why haven't I seen you practice fist and foot kung fu?"

"Haha, because the old man didn't teach me fist and foot kung fu at all, and I never practiced fist and foot kung fu. Mo Xiao replied with a smile.

"Ah, how can this be? Then what kind of kung fu are you practicing?" Mo Cong felt incredible, since the old man taught the cultivation of true qi and heart was exactly the same, how could the kung fu of the two be different?

"The eldest brother practiced the kung fu of carrying water, or a kind of Zen gong. Mo smiled and said, "Didn't you notice? The mountain road is so steep, but the water in this bucket has not been spilled out. This is the kung fu practiced by the eldest brother. ”

Mo Cong looked down, and only then did he discover the mystery of the two buckets of water.

The two buckets of water were so full when they first came up from the river, and they were still so full when they walked on Mo Xiao's shoulders, almost not a drop of them spilled out.

Hey? That's weird. Mo Cong looked up at the steep mountain road, and then looked down at the two buckets of water. I saw two buckets full of water rippling back and forth with the steep mountain, but the rippling water waves could not cross the edge of the barrels, and every time they were about to sprinkle when they were not sprinkled, a force opposite to the water waves would act on the barrels in time, just to stop the momentum of the water waves spilling out.

"Oh, big brother, this is amazing, isn't it?, how did you do it?" Mo Cong looked at Mo Xiao in surprise.

"This one, although the form of the fist and foot kung fu you practiced is different, but the principle is similar. Mo smiled and said: "The fist and foot kung fu you practice is a method of using true qi, and the Zen gong I practice is also a method of using true qi." True qi is a thing that can be strong or weak, rigid or soft, and once you can accurately control all kinds of forces, the water will naturally not be able to spill out. ”

"Oh. Mo Cong nodded as if he didn't understand. He was originally a little complacent because his cultivation speed was faster than Mo Xiao's, but at this time, seeing that Mo Xiao's method of controlling his true qi was so proficient, it was almost to the point of being unbelievable, and he couldn't help but start to look impressed at Mo Xiao again. Thinking about his true qi from time to time, Mo Cong thought to himself: Hey, when will I be able to practice to the realm of big brother?

Mo Cong's speed of climbing the mountain this time was obviously much faster than before, and when the two returned to the hut, it was only in the evening.

The old man had already put a few dishes on the table, and when he heard Mo Xiao and Mo Cong coming back, he beckoned the two into the hut.

"How about it, ten firewoods are enough, right?" Mo Cong asked the old man as soon as he entered the hut.

"Enough. Mo Cong reached out to untie the firewood on his back and handed it to the old man with both hands for inspection.

"Well, yes, although your technique of controlling your true qi is not proficient enough, it is already very good to be able to achieve this level on the first day. The old man took the firewood and looked at it carefully, and pushed back from the broken point of the firewood about Mo Cong's real power operation at that time.

He praised and put the firewood aside, looking at Mo Xiao, "Mo Xiao, you just changed the big bucket today, how do you feel?"

"It's okay, it's just enough to control. Mo Xiao replied.

"Okay, that's good. The old man nodded. "Alright, let's all sit down and eat. ”

Each of the three sat on a stool and began to eat dinner.

It was the first time since Mo Cong went up the mountain to taste the food made by the old man, and after taking a bite, he had a feeling that his soul was flying out of the sky.

"Boy, you finally cut enough firewood today, and you can finally sit down to eat with confidence, why are you a little depressed?" the old man asked Mo Cong while eating.

"It's fine. Mo Cong raised his head and said, "I'm just thinking, the eldest brother's method of controlling true qi is really powerful, when will I be able to practice to the level of the eldest brother?"

"Haha, that's because of this. The old man smiled and said, "Your eldest brother has been practicing for six years, and you have only practiced for a few days. When you're done eating, you can go back to your room and practice. As long as you practice hard and practice harder than your eldest brother, sooner or later you will be able to reach the same level as him, and even be stronger than your eldest brother, you know?"

"Well, got it. Mo Cong thought about it too, and the kind of arrogance that continued to the moment just now disappeared.

"Don't laugh, you have to continue to work hard. You had been cultivating True Qi much earlier than Mo Cong, and if you were to be surpassed by Mo Cong instead, it would be too disappointing for the old man. The old man comforted Mo Cong, and went to pry Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao must work hard and never disappoint the old man's expectations. Mo Xiao replied respectfully.

"Well, the old man has eaten, you can eat slowly. The old man put down his chopsticks and walked out of the hut and walked towards the top of the mountain. He has a picky taste and pays attention to his diet, but every time he tastes it, he only clips one or two chopsticks for each dish.

"Big brother, why does the old man only eat so much every time?" Mo Cong asked Mo Xiao puzzled.

"Actually, the old man doesn't eat at all, and it's perfectly fine. Mo smiled and said: "The old man eats, never to be full, but to taste it." He has long passed the stage of relying on food, but he can't give up these delicacies in the world. ”

"Ah, it's okay not to eat at all, is the old man a god?" Mo Cong was surprised.

"It's not. Mo Xiao shook his head seriously and explained: "The old man, like us, is also an ordinary person. But if you cultivate to a level like him, you don't need to eat. I don't know exactly what happened, but that's probably it anyway. This is also what the old man himself said. ”

The two talked while eating, and it took a long time to finish the meal. After eating, Mo Xiao packed up the dishes and chopsticks and took them to the kitchen to wash, while Mo Cong went to his hut to practice. With such a strong example as Mo Xiao, Mo Cong has endless pressure and motivation.