The two talked and laughed all the way down the mountain, and soon went down the mountain and crossed the river. Mo Xiao sat cross-legged on a stone by the river, while Mo Cong clicked and clattered woodwood under a black tree not far away.

He chopped for a while, his hand hurting, but the branch didn't respond. Glancing back, I saw that Mo Xiao was meditating motionless on the stone.

Why don't I sit down too?

Mo Cong thought for a while, then sat on the ground, crossed his legs, and began to practice the Tianlong Mental Method taught by the old man.

As soon as his eyes were closed, the birds and insects in his ears were trickling, and his heart was very peaceful and comfortable. It's a pity that I practiced the mental method over and over again, and I almost fell asleep after practicing, and I still couldn't feel the so-called true qi at all.

It seems that it is not possible to sit like this, or practice kung fu?

Mo Cong patted his ass again and stood up, punched and kicked, and practiced kung fu under the black tree. The first layer of the dragon boxing taught by the old man is very simple, but it can move the whole body. He practiced over and over again, sweating profusely, but the more he practiced, the more energetic he became.

Mo Cong was practicing in a daze, when suddenly there was a click, and the rafter of his right palm accidentally cut off a branch.

Looking down at the branch, Mo Cong let out a ghost cry.

"What's the matter, second brother?" Mo Xiao floated down from the stone and jumped forward in one step.

"Look at you, look at you, I succeeded, I succeeded!" Mo Cong pointed to the ground and said three words in a row, his excitement overflowing.

Mo Xiao looked down and saw a broken branch more than three fingers thick lying across the ground, and the fracture was quite flat. He picked up the broken branch and looked at it again and again, and asked suspiciously, "Second brother, is this really you... Chopped?"

This can't be blamed for Mo Xiao's suspicion. Mo Cong only stayed in the mountains for one day, and his cultivation was completely empty, but the impression of opportunism had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. At this time, seeing that this firewood is so thick and the fracture is still so even, I am afraid that any person will have such doubts, wondering if Mo Cong used some cleverness to achieve this effect.

"I really cut it off, really!" Mo Cong, who was often wronged, immediately heard Mo Xiao's skeptical tone, and hurriedly distinguished.

"Okay, that's the first piece of firewood. Second brother, you continue to work hard and cut it well. Mo Xiao didn't say more, patted Mo Cong's shoulder, turned around and jumped onto the boulder, and continued to meditate and practice.

Mo Cong bowed respectfully to the firewood three times, begging it to bless him to keep up his efforts, and then turned around and continued to practice that set of fist and foot kung fu. Every time he practiced the action of splitting his palm, his palm deliberately aimed at a certain branch and clicked upward, but unfortunately he chopped back and forth until noon, and after eating, he chopped until afternoon, and never cut a branch.

Seeing that it was not early, Mo Xiao filled the river with water and took Mo Cong up the mountain. Mo Cong walked all the way with the firewood in his arms, and he really wanted to step up the mountain in one step, put the firewood in front of the old man, and impress the old man. With this in mind, he walked much faster than yesterday, and he took many fewer breaks in between.

When he arrived at the mountain, Mo Cong ran into the small courtyard first, shouting: "Old man, I have chopped firewood, come and take a look." ”

shouted a few times, but there was no sound in the small courtyard, and there was no response.

Mo Cong looked around the room, the old man was not there, and he didn't know where he went.

"Second brother, don't look for it. The old man went down the mountain and came back in a few days. Mo Xiao walked into the small courtyard with water and said a word as he walked to the kitchen.

"Going down the mountain?" Mo Cong muttered and repeated, feeling that the strength that supported him all the way up the mountain was suddenly gone. He returned to his house with the firewood and quietly practiced his mental and martial arts. Mo Xiao made dinner, and he consciously didn't eat it.

For more than ten days, Mo Cong followed Mo Xiao down the mountain and up the mountain to chop firewood every day to practice, although the true qi in his body still did not react, but his body was much better than before, his waist was really not sore, his legs did not hurt, he was also energetic to walk, and sometimes he was lucky enough to cut one or two firewood.

In the evening, more than half a month later, the old man finally returned, not only back, but also carrying a few pairs of wooden barrels. The wooden barrels were stacked together from small to large, the smallest one was larger than the pair of wooden barrels Mo Xiao was using now, and the largest pair was about the same thickness as the water tank.

"Old man, where have you been, why did it take so long to come back?" Mo Cong hadn't seen the old man for so many days, and he was really a little worried in his heart.

"Haha, the old man went down the mountain to buy something. Come, boy, it's yours. The old man laughed, took out a few sets of new clothes from the barrel, and handed them to Mo Cong.

"Don't laugh, it's yours. The old man took out a few more sets of new clothes and handed them to Mo Xiao.

Both brothers are child-like, holding new clothes in their hands and looking happy.

The old man put the things he had brought back and called the two brothers into the hut.

"Boy, how have you been practicing these days since I was away?, is there any sign of activity in the true qi?" he sat on the stool, looked at Mo Cong, and asked.

"I'm really angry, I still can't feel it. However, the firewood was cut down several times. Mo Cong scratched his head and said.

"Oh, bring it to me and I'll take a look. The old man said quietly.

"Good. Mo Cong agreed, ran back to his hut like the wind, picked up the fruits of the past few days' labor and showed it to the old man. Although the firewood he has chopped in the past few days is less than ten, it is far from completing the task, but each one is hard work, so he is very much looking forward to being praised by the old man.

"Well, it's not bad, it's a little less, but at least it's not cheating. The old man looked at the firewood of varying thicknesses on the table, nodded and praised.

"Yes, the second brother has been working very hard these days, whether it is chopping wood or practicing. Mo Xiao also praised Mo Cong on the side.

Mo Cong listened to the praise and praise of the two, his heart blossomed, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"It's weird. Boy, don't you really feel your true anger?" the old man looked at it for a while and asked Mo Cong suspiciously.

"I can't feel it. Mo Cong looked dazed.

"It's weird. The old man picked up a piece of firewood and said, "Being able to cut off the black wood with bare hands must be the result of the action of true qi." How could you not feel it?" He glanced at Mo Cong, suddenly stretched out his finger a little, and put a wisp of true qi into Mo Cong's body, taking the initiative to investigate the situation of the true qi in Mo Cong's body.

Mo Cong suddenly felt something come in from his arm, slowly swimming in his body.

Is this what the old man and the eldest brother are talking about? He felt it silently, very curious in his heart.

After a long time, the shareholder Xi slowly swam between Mo Cong's chest and abdomen. Mo Cong's body suddenly shook involuntarily.

An unfamiliar air flow rushed out of Mo Cong's dantian and rushed towards the wisp of true qi that the old man had entered, and at the moment when the two were about to make contact, the old man's wisp of true qi suddenly turned around and slowly swam out of his body. The unfamiliar air flow swept into the air, rushed out and slowly flowed back to Mo Cong's dantian.