The morning light dissipated, replaced by the enthusiastic afternoon sun, and the two of them were sweating all over their bodies, especially Li Moru, who was not only covered in sweat, but also bruised and purple.

The old injury has not gone, and a new injury has been added, but it is still relatively light in the old Taoist's hands, although it is covered with dust, but the injury is not too serious, although it is painful, but it can still be carried.

Seeing that the sun was so dazzling, the old Taoist waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, let's practice here this morning, go to the back mountain to wash, and then I'll smear some medicinal wine on you, you can cook, practice all morning, my old arms and legs, can't withstand such a toss." ”

The old man said as he walked towards the room. After taking out a pot of medicinal wine from the room, he walked towards the back mountain with Li Moru.

The sun was hot, the two jumped down from the spring, only to feel cool and bone-chilling, and couldn't help but shiver, after some washing, the two went ashore, and the old Taoist helped Li Moru smear the injured position on his body with medicinal wine.

While smearing, he felt sorry for his own medicinal wine, "You can't help but fight, you can't even stand the fists of an old man like me, and you have to waste so much of my medicinal wine, I really don't know what to say about you." ”

Li Moru was a little embarrassed, and thought, your old man's fist, is that something that ordinary people can resist?

The old Taoist continued: "In this case, in order to make up for my loss, you have to make me a good meal at noon today to comfort me, you look at me, I have to feed you when I am old, and I will lose my medicine and wine." ”

Li Moru nodded and said, "Moru knows, I'll go catch fish in a while, and make fish for my uncle at noon." ”

The old Taoist happily patted Li Moru on the back and said with a smile: "This is feasible." ”

Li Moru couldn't help but groan.

"I forgot that I was still smearing you with medicine when I heard that there was something delicious, are you okay?"

"No—it's fine. ”

"That's good, I said Moru, such a young body, it's a pity not to practice too much, so let's do it, you live here for ten days and half a month, I'll help you move your muscles and bones, what about you, just cook for me." ”

Li Moru nodded and said, "Okay, as long as my uncle doesn't dislike it, Moru is naturally willing to cook for my uncle here, and he can also practice boxing with his uncle, so Moru naturally can't ask for it." ”

The old Taoist smiled with satisfaction: "The children can be taught, the children can be taught." ”

Li Moru turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple, the medicinal wine was exposed to the sun, only to feel a hot heat coming from his body, his limbs had just been soaked, and he had stretched a lot, he moved his shoulders, and he only felt a lot more comfortable, but there was still a little sourness.

Back in the kitchen, he pulled out the fish from the tank, slapped it to death with a hammer, scraped off the scales, removed the internal organs, changed the knife, put some spices such as pepper, pepper, perilla, etc., sprinkled a little sauce and steamed in the steamer.

Then the wild vegetables were blanched in water to remove the bitter taste, and as he did it, he felt a hint of sleepiness come over him.

At lunch, the old Taoist took out another jar of wine and Li Moru Mo Xuan'er ate and drank at the same time, admiring Li Moru's craftsmanship while eating.

After the meal, Li Moru mixed sleepiness and drunkenness, and fell asleep after a trip to the bed, and when he woke up, he only felt that there seemed to be a boulder pressing on his chest, and he was a little out of breath.

In the confusion, there was a clear fragrance, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Mo Xuan'er was lying on his chest, her face was slightly red, and her hair was a little messy.

After Li Moru saw clearly that it was Mo Xuan'er, he didn't dare to move, and felt embarrassed, especially some parts that were not angry, and they were fighting against him.

Mo Xuan'er turned around, Li Moru only felt a faint pain in the fist wound on his chest, and took a long breath of cold air.

After Mo Xuan'er woke up, Li Moru was liberated, Li Moru pulled the quilt and said embarrassedly: "Xuan'er, why are you lying on me?"

"Are you embarrassed to say, if you hadn't taken over the whole bed alone, I would have fallen on top of you?"

At this time, Li Moru realized that he was lying on the bed obliquely.

He hurriedly apologized: "I was wrong, I won't next time." ”

"You want to have a next time?"

Li Moru shook his head, "No—I don't want to." ”

Saying that, he struggled to get up, got up and hurriedly ran outside, Mo Xuan'er covered his mouth behind him and smiled, Li Moru rushed to the clear spring in the back mountain, washed his face, and found that the old Taoist was already sitting in the shade of the tree.

The old Taoist smiled: "So conscious, come on, alas, pity me for being old and still have to accompany you." With that, he began to take off his coat, revealing his bronzed skin.

Li Moru swallowed a breath of cold air, and after taking off his coat, he revealed his body full of scars.

The old Taoist shook his head while attacking Li Moru, and a punch came over, Li Moru crossed his hands to resist, and the old Taoist fist was very strong, knocking him back several feet.

Li Moru flew out with a punch, the old Taoist flashed away instantly, and a fist mark appeared behind the old Taoist, and the old Taoist shook his head, "Alas, no, the strength is still a little worse, just let the old man play the old man's fist for you." ”

The old Taoist punched down, although Li Moru dodged a lot, but he was still affected by the fist storm and turned to the spring, and Li Moru glanced sideways at the fist mark behind him, which was twice as much as his own.

In this way, Li Moru was injured again, almost the same as in the morning, and the old Taoist had already prepared, took out a jar of medicinal wine from behind the tree, rubbed Li Moru's body, asked him to go back and soak it, and then prepared to make dinner.

In this way, Li Moru dragged his injured body back to the previous medicine pool, the medicinal materials and water in the medicine pool were newly inflowed, and he lay in the medicine pool and felt much more comfortable.

An hour later, he went to prepare dinner.

After eating, after resting for an hour, the old Taoist's fist waved at him again, no more than in the morning and noon, and in the evening, the old Taoist shot a lot harder, both in strength and speed.

Li Moru was able to confront the old Taoist head-on at first, then he ran away, and finally became beaten.

Mo Xuan'er watched from the sidelines, crying and laughing, "Isn't this a typical unloading mill and killing a donkey? If you don't eat, you will beat him so much that he can't stand up, and when he wants to eat, he will be left with half his life, which is too miserable." ”

Around the moon, the figures of Li Moru and the old Taoist flew up and down the back mountain, was it the dust raised by the ground impact, so that everyone did not stretch out their sleeves and fanned it.

There were a number of willful potholes on the ground, the corners of Li Moru's mouth were full of blood stains, and he felt bursts of pain coming from his internal organs.

After stopping, it was a familiar scene again, an old and a young, soaking in the medicine pool, while healing, drinking and having fun, the scene even had a trace of warmth.

For the next few days, Li Moru repeated the same things every day, being beaten, cooking, rubbing medicine, taking baths, and drinking.

Now, there is no better place on his body, except for his face, the old Taoist deliberately left a clean place for Li Moru.

Because the Xianmen Conference is about to start, Mo Xuan'er is going back, Li Moru has been beaten almost enough, and the old Taoist has been active for so many days, and it is almost the same.

In the few days he was with Li Moru, he had enough exercise for several years.

Li Moru and Mo Xuan'er bid farewell to the old Taoist.

Mo Xuan'er said to the old Taoist in the lobby: "Uncle, then we will leave first, and after the Xianmen Conference, we will come to see you." ”

"Go, go, you can get busy first if you have something, and then come to see your uncle when you are free." ”

"Okay, uncle, then take care of your body, and come back to see you in a few days. ”

The old Taoist smiled slightly, walked up to Li Moru's side, and said with a smile: "Moru, next time you come to see your uncle, you will have to practice more." ”

Li Moru's face was embarrassed, "Okay, uncle, Moru remembers, if you have a chance, Moru will come to you again to ask for advice." ”

The old Taoist smiled: "So very good, so very good." ”

He took out a wine gourd from behind him, the surface of the wine gourd was smooth in some places, and some places were dark and shiny, and the old Taoist smiled: "Moru, this is nothing to give you, this is the wine brewed by my uncle himself, drink it on the road, this wine gourd is also a favorite one of my uncle's liking, so I will give it to you, and it is convenient to occasionally make some wine." ”

Li Moru took the wine gourd and thanked him: "Uncle, Xuan'er and I left first." ”

"Go, go, go. ”

The two turned to leave, the old Taoist smiled slightly, looking at the backs of the two of them gradually drifting apart, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but give birth to a trace of loneliness, "What a good child." ”

On the way, Li Moru put on a human skin, and Mo Xuan'er couldn't help laughing when she looked at him.

Li Moru asked, "What's wrong? Didn't I post it properly?"

"No, no, I just want to laugh when I see the scars on your arms, and now you are left with this face and it is still clean, or my uncle hurts you." ”

Li Moru touched the injuries on his body, thinking of the gains he had gained from practicing in the past few days, and couldn't help but smile: "Thanks to my uncle, my boxing skills can improve so quickly." ”

Li Moru suddenly thought of a question and asked Mo Xuan'er: "Xuan'er, your father and uncle, whose martial arts are higher?"

Mo Xuan'er thought for a while, "How to say this, I haven't seen them fight each other, but I've heard my uncle say before that my father's martial arts are similar to his, but because my father is a little younger, my father should be stronger than my uncle." ”

Li Moru couldn't help sighing, he didn't expect that he thought that the old Taoist's martial arts were already very powerful, but he didn't expect that Mo Xuan'er's father's martial arts were even more powerful, and it seemed that he still had a long way to go.

Seeing that Li Moru was pondering, Mo Xuan'er reached out and touched his head, and said with a smile: "What, you don't want to try it with my father, right?"

Li Moru hurriedly shook his head, "I don't dare, when I was with my uncle, I could obviously feel that my uncle was deliberately avoiding hurting me, so it seems that I am injured all over my body now, but in fact, the injury is not too serious, and with the recuperation of medicinal wine and medicine pool, I am much better now." ”

"But if I do it with your father, if your father can't hold it for a while, won't I die in vain? I am curious, but I am not going to joke with my name. ”

Mo Xuan'er smiled: "That's good, I thought you couldn't think of it and wanted to die." ”

Li Moru pouted, "Forget it, I'm still alive." ”

There is still a day before the Xianmen Conference is held, and the two of them have walked all the way, and the road is full of disciples from various sects of Wanxianmen, white monk robes, Maitreya with a white crown on his head, and a ghost fairy gate with a ghost mask.