The two chatted while walking, and Mo Xiao couldn't pull Mo Cong to walk with the water, so Mo Cong climbed up step by step completely on his own strength this time. After walking for a while, Mo Cong's legs hurt again. But this time it's not the calf bone, it's the thigh. The feeling was really sore and swollen, and it hurt to lift it a little.

How do you get there?

Mo Cong looked up at the steep bend that stretched all the way to the clouds, and his mood was really heavier than two legs.

In order to distract himself, Mo Cong had to keep looking for words to say. He would introduce his life in the small mountain village for a while, and ask Mo Xiao about the situation on Lingyun Mountain, and in the end, it seemed that all the things he could say had been said, but the mountain road was not finished. When he heard Mo Xiao say that he had only walked a quarter, Mo Cong collapsed directly.

Desperate collapse.

"Oops, no, no, no. If you don't take a breath, you're really going to be tired. Mo Cong sat on the ground with his butt and panted while beating his legs.

"Don't sit down. Mo Xiao pulled him up and said very seriously: "Second brother, if you are really tired, you can walk a little slower or stand and rest, but you must not sit down to rest, otherwise your legs will hurt more than now, and you will walk more uncomfortable on the road behind." ”

When Mo Cong heard that it was so terrifying, he had to listen to Mo Xiao, stood and rested for a while, and then continued to walk up along the mountain road, and when he encountered a place that was too steep, he climbed up with his hands and feet.

After walking for more than three hours, it was dark when I returned to the hut.

The old man prepared a few dishes, and was sitting in the hut, and when he saw that the two had returned, he beckoned them in.

"Ten firewoods, are you enough?" the old man looked at Mo Xiao, then at Mo Cong, and asked.

"Enough cuts. Mo Cong said as he reached behind his back, trying to untie the firewood tied to his back, but his fingers had no strength at all, so he couldn't untie it. Mo Xiao hurriedly untied the firewood and stretched out his hand to hand it to the old man.

"Well, these firewoods are not bad in thickness. The old man glanced at the light and complimented.

"Well, are you a fool? none of this firewood was cut?" he glanced at the broken firewood again, and his tone immediately turned cold.

"I managed to break the firewood myself. Mo Cong muttered in a low voice, "Anyway... Anyway, you just said to cut ten sticks of firewood, and you didn't say how to cut it. ”

"Hmph, chopping wood, how can it be called chopping wood if you don't cut it?" The old man glanced at Mo Cong with disappointment and contempt, and said, "Okay, you haven't completed your task today, so you are not allowed to eat according to the rules, so hurry back to practice." ”

"Hmph, if you don't eat, you won't eat, who rarely eats. Mo Cong sat down on the stool.

"Not bad, very backbone. Hmph, since you are so backbone, why are you still sitting here?" the old man glanced at Mo Cong and said unhappily.

"Eat vegetables!" Mo Cong looked at a table of dishes and said confidently.

"Haha, you stinky boy, you can't do anything else, it's a set of loopholes. The old man laughed angrily. He looked at Mo Cong coldly and said, "If you really want to eat, the old man won't stop you." But there is one thing, you only need to take a bite, and the old man will immediately send you down the mountain, from where to and from where to go. ”

"Why? I just want to eat something, are you going to send me back?" Mo Cong looked at the old man with tears in his eyes and a face full of grievances. He had just climbed the mountain all afternoon, and he was really hungry.

"Because, Lingyun Mountain's kung fu is not something that can be practiced just by having good talent. The old man looked at Mo Cong with a disappointed face, and said, "If you can't change this kind of opportunistic and sneaky surname, then it is not suitable for practicing Lingyun Mountain's kung fu at all." Instead of wasting time on the mountain, it is better to descend early and return to that small village. There, no one will force you to chop wood, and no one will deny you food. How wonderful. ”

"No, I don't. Mo Cong wiped a handful of tears and said loudly: "Isn't it just chopping wood, isn't it just not eating, what's the big deal." You say I'm not suitable for practice, but I want to show you. Hmph, tomorrow I will chop ten sticks of firewood and come back, and sit here to eat openly. ”

With that, he got up in a huff and ran back to his house like a gust of wind.

"Hmph, this stinky boy. The old man snorted lightly and rebuked at Mo Cong's back. "What are you doing in a daze, sit down and eat!" he turned to Mo Xiao and said.

"Old man, second brother, he is really tired and exhausted today. If you really don't let him eat dinner, will you starve him?" Mo Xiao said worriedly.

"Exhausted? ha, I'm just going to exhaust him, and deliberately don't let him replenish any food. The old man smiled mysteriously and said, "The so-called extremes of things must be opposed, and one will eliminate the other." Only by exhausting his strength first could the true qi in his body be stimulated faster. ”

"Oh, I see. Then I'm relieved. Mo Xiao nodded in realization.

The two of them began to eat as they spoke.

At this time, Mo Cong was practicing vigorously in his hut. When he climbed the mountain, he only thought that he would come back and have a good meal and a good night's sleep. Now he no longer has the heart to eat and sleep, and he only thinks about practicing his true qi as soon as possible to impress the old man.

"I'm so angry, wake up. While practicing the mental method of inducing qi, he called out in his heart.

It's a pity that the so-called much more true qi in his body than ordinary people has no reaction at all.

Mo Cong practiced over and over again, but it still didn't work. He stopped meditating, got up and practiced his fists and feet in the space of the hut for a while.

It's strange to say, he was sore from climbing the mountain, but after practicing his fists and kicks a few times, his body was not so uncomfortable. After Mo Cong tasted the sweetness, he kept practicing, and he didn't know how many times he practiced, anyway, he was sweating all over his body, and his spirit became more and more vigorous.

Try again.

Mo Cong jumped on the bed again and began to meditate. After sitting for a while, a black and overwhelming tiredness came up. He sat and sat down on the bed, and fell asleep without taking off his clothes or covering them.

The old man and Mo Xiao had dinner, Mo Xiao finished cleaning up and washing, and came over to take a look at Mo Cong. When he saw that Mo Cong was meditating and practicing, he didn't make a sound to disturb him, and turned around and went back to his room to practice.

After a while, the old man also walked over to Mo Cong to take a look, but saw that Mo Cong was asleep like that.

"Hey, this stinky boy. The old man sighed lightly, walked over quietly, and helped Mo Cong cover the quilt. He turned around and was about to leave, but he heard Mo Cong laugh and say, "Hahaha, I'm a master." ”

The old man looked back, but saw Mo Cong dancing and kicking the quilt in a mess.

"Master, is there a master like you?" the old man scolded with a smile.

He had the heart to check the situation of Mo Cong's true qi, and then thought about it, hey, how could it be so fast, he was too anxious.

The old man had always had extremely high expectations for Mo Cong, because Mo Cong was not only a smart spiritual root, but also the true qi in his body was much stronger than that of ordinary beginners, and he was indeed a good seedling of cultivation. The old man has traveled all over the world over the years, and he has only found three cultivators with transcendent qualifications in the huge Rui Kingdom, among which Mo Cong has the best qualifications.

But there must be disadvantages in everything, and it is precisely because the true qi in Mo Cong's body is too strange and majestic, and the old man is worried that he will not be able to control it when he is too young, so he waited until Mo Cong was six years old before taking him up the mountain.

"Boy, don't let down the old man's high hopes. The old man sighed softly, and turned and walked out of the hut.

His words were completely inaudible to the sleeping Mo Cong.

At this time, Mo Cong was having a bizarre dream.