Mo Cong walked all the way and resented all the way, remembering that the old man did not let him practice hidden weapons, and he was not allowed to touch weapons by himself, and he was even more angry in his heart.

"Second brother, you have to be mentally prepared, you may not be able to eat dinner again today. Mo Xiao saw that Mo Cong was sullen, so he reminded him to make matters worse.

"Huh?" Mo Cong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is that kind of iron birch tree so difficult to cut?"

In Mo Cong's heart, his true qi can already be controlled, and he is a master of size, and the new task assigned by the old man is nothing more than chopping wood. If you change the tree, at most, the difficulty will increase a little more than the original, and the cutting will be slower than the original, so that you won't even be able to cut down ten trees, and you won't even be able to eat dinner, right?

"You probably don't know what an iron birch is, or how hard it really is. No, the big brother uses this flat pole, the material is iron birch. As if seeing Mo Cong's thoughts, Mo Xiao patted the flat pole on his shoulder and said, "Although this iron birch is a kind of tree, it is actually harder than iron, and the knife can't cut it and the axe can't move." ”

"Let me see, is it so exaggerated?" Mo Cong reached over suspiciously and knocked on Mo Xiao's flat pole, it felt like it had hit an iron rod, and even the sound was "dangdang".

It's over, and from now on, I guess I won't be able to eat all dinner. The more Mo Cong thought about it, the more he felt that the old man was deliberately manipulating himself, and the future was dark.

"Why don't you go up the mountain and ask the old man later, and see if I can give you a certain period of time for you to practice. It's like the third sister, designate half a year or something. Mo Xiao looked at Mo Cong's expression to the point where he was more sad than dead, and he was a little unbearable in his heart, and actively thought of a way for Mo Cong.

"I don't. Mo Cong turned his heart sideways and said stubbornly: "The more the old man wants to fix me, the more I have to do things to impress him." ”

"Second brother, don't think so. Mo Xiao's expression was solemn, and he said seriously: "No matter what the old man asks you to do, the purpose is definitely not to rectify you, but to make your realm rise quickly." Second brother, speed up the speed of practice, isn't this exactly what you have always wanted? The old man is doing this with good intentions to help you realize this wish, why are you confused for a while?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's my guess. Mo Cong said a few times in a row, and suddenly said, "Big brother, thank you for your teachings." Hey, I'm mostly... I like those silver knives and swords so much, but the old man doesn't let me practice, and he doesn't even let me touch other weapons. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't figure it out, so I got into it. ”

"Haha, I actually like those things too. But since the old man didn't let us practice, he naturally had his reasons. Let's listen to the old man obediently and practice our kung fu. Mo smiled and continued: "Besides, didn't you listen to the old man, as long as the three of us practice our kung fu well and practice our mental methods to a very high level, the other two kung fu can be self-taught." When the time comes, you don't need to practice at all, you will naturally be. ”

"Okay, let's hurry up, I can't wait. Mo Cong's spirits perked up, and he couldn't help but speed up.

The two quickly descended the mountain and crossed the river. Mo Xiao took Mo Cong into the forest, walked to an iron birch tree, and told Mo Cong to stay under a certain tree and practice, and not to walk around.

"Our forest is very large, and we can't walk until the end of it for a few days. The forest is dimly lit, the roads are intricate, and every tree grows about the same, so you can get lost if you're not careful. Second brother, you just practice obediently under this tree, don't walk around. Mo Xiao admonished, turned around and went back to the big stone by the river to meditate, leaving Mo Cong alone to practice in the forest.

Mo Cong raised his eyes and looked at this legendary iron birch tree that was harder than iron. The tree in front of me has reddish-black bark and is densely covered with white spots. It is not very thick, but it is seven or eight feet high, and the crown of the tree is closed and the branches are scarce, giving people a feeling of extreme emaciation and erection.

Mo Cong glanced up and saw that the shortest branch was more than four feet high from the ground. It's not enough, how can you cut it?

He circled the tree, looking left and right. I really had no choice but to climb the tree honestly.

Mo Cong brewed his true qi under the tree for a while, and jumped hard, jumping up about a foot high. "Hey!" he folded his arms forward, clinging to the trunk of the tree and hanging his body up.

Mo Cong gritted his teeth, one hand on the top and the other on the bottom, both hands pulled his body up, and his legs also clamped the trunk and climbed up, higher and higher.

Quickly climbing to the shortest branch, Mo Cong struggled to stabilize his body with his legs and left hand, and then raised his right hand and began to brew true qi. Although he was now able to control most of his true qi very skillfully, and let them go east, they would not dare to go west, but because the meridians and acupoints in his body had not yet been opened, the true qi could not pass directly in large streams, and could only slowly penetrate bit by bit. The so-called brewing is to let the true qi come out of the dantian, slowly penetrate into the arms, and then slowly penetrate into the palms. When the true qi in the palm of the hand is almost condensed, even if it is brewed, you can start chopping.

Relying on this method, Mo Cong had brewed his true qi once before, and he could cut ten black trees in one go. But now, since he knows that this kind of tree is more difficult to deal with, Mo Cong naturally wants to brew for a while, and strive to brew once to get one.

Mo Cong, who was climbing on the tree, was brewing, and slowly gathered two or three times more true qi in his right palm than usual. His arms were numb, and his true qi was finally brewing.

Chop it.

Mo Cong gritted his teeth, waved his right palm and slashed the branch that was harder than iron, and the palm rafters struck the branch again and again, making a dull sound like "bang" colliding with metal.

At this moment, Mo Cong felt as if he had returned to two years ago, that is, when he first went up the mountain. Because of Mo Cong at this moment, dinner is also far away, and his heart is also infinitely bitter, and even the pain on the rafters is no different from two years ago.

Mo Cong slashed more than twenty times in one go, and all the true qi was cut away, but the branch was still not broken.

"Hey, I'm exhausted. Mo Cong shook his sore right arm, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the branch to adjust the posture of his body, wanting to take a break before chopping.

Who knew that the branch was cut by Mo Cong and was about to break, but when Mo Cong pulled it like this, it suddenly fell off the trunk with a click. "Alas..." Mo Cong was caught off guard and was flashed, and his body was crooked and almost fell. Fortunately, his left arm and legs were only adjusting their posture and not completely leaving the trunk of the tree, so he escaped the catastrophe.

What's going on?

Mo Cong looked at the large severed branch in his hand with a smile, and thought: Is this cut or broken? If such "firewood" is taken back, will the old man blame me for being opportunistic?

Mo Cong couldn't think of a reason after thinking about it for a while, so the surname Suo slid down from the tree and sat on the ground to rest. As he rested, he fiddled with the branch, cutting off the tiny branches at the front one by one, and turning the whole branch into a short stick more than two feet long. When I picked it up, I felt that this short stick was thin in front and rough in curve, and its shape resembled a slender knife.

"Haha, I also have my own knife!" Mo Cong excitedly picked up the short stick and waved it a few times, although this "knife" is different in thickness and white spots, and it doesn't look very good, but this is a guy who is harder than iron. Haha, is there anything great about Mo Min's little girl, her flying knives and swords are not as hard as our knives.

Mo Cong showed his spiritual victory**, thinking to himself, holding the short stick and slashing it from east to west, although there was no order, the more he played, the more energetic he became.

"Likes" are such strange things sometimes, and once they are hooked, they are difficult to put down in a short period of time. Although Mo Cong listened to Mo Xiao's words, adjusted his mentality and was ready to practice, deep in his heart, he still couldn't let go of those silver swords and swords. He originally wanted to sit down and rest for a while and then continue chopping wood, but when he was disturbed by this "knife", not only did he not rest, but he was tired and sweating.

"Oops, no, no, no. Mo Cong sweated and sat on the ground. Coming down from the mountain early in the morning, he climbed trees to chop wood and practice knives, and he didn't even breathe, he was really tired enough.

I really want to drink saliva!" Mo Cong thought to himself.

When I looked up, there were several fruit trees not far ahead. At the turn of spring and summer, the trees bear some green and yellow wild fruits. Mo Cong looked at those wild fruits, although he couldn't name them, it didn't prevent him from drooling.

Would you like to pick a few fruits to eat?" Mo Cong thought to himself. He raised his eyes and looked at it, and it was no more than seven or eight feet from here to the fruit tree, and the direction was also straight.

Picking a few fruits by yourself and then coming back shouldn't be a random walk, right?