"Do you still practice?" Lao Hua looked at the little beggar who was looking at the sky deeply, and seemed to understand what he was thinking, "The avenue is not easy, there is a reason in the ancient books, you can't be in a hurry, meticulous work, polishing every day to drink water and fart." ”

The old man called Hua said very roughly, but the little beggar understood, and after thinking for a long time, he looked back at the old flower's gaze and quieted down: "The sage said, do it casually, the little beggar understands, but if you can't do it, then you have to not understand." ”

After hearing this, Lao Hua smiled and said nothing, with a flick of his fingertips, the stone in his hand hit the little beggar again, and the little beggar was hit a few times painfully, and then he laughed again, and he was still the young man who chased the yellow dog in the sun, and it didn't change. But what Lao Hua didn't say was that not understanding was also a kind of casualness, which was the contentment that the little beggar had always had.

Time shuttles between the pebbles, very naughty, stepping on the tricks. The two figures under the sunset mountain lived for a long time with a mountain of birds, beasts, insects and fish, and a small wooden house was built at the foot of the mountain, all of which were built by the little beggar. No one thought that he was stupid, and it would take two years to practice dodging stones.

The figure of the young man has been much taller in the past two years, and he is still the cheerful appearance among the stones in the past, but the difference is that at this time, the young man's eyes are only the reflection of the stone in the hand of the old man, and he can't hold anything else. As the sound of the stone breaking wind sounded, the young man's slightly leaning body also became ethereal. The stone that was punched out was not one, it flew straight in a line, it seemed to be a direction, but the boy knew that each stone would have a different change and its own landing location.

Teng, turn, move, move, the fourteen-year-old little beggar got out of the crack in the stone from the old flower, just about to catch his breath, the pupils of his eyes shrank together suddenly, the toes hurriedly slipped back, the whole person fell to the ground, a gravel grazed his head and flew back into the hands of the old flower.

"You haven't done it before!" the little beggar who got up from the ground looked at the old man in front of him with a malicious face, and exclaimed. In the past two years, he has been abused by Lao Hua, but he understands that Lao Hua understands that it is not just about farting, that Yin Man's kung fu is much stronger than fart. From the first stones, to the stones that turned later, and then to many stones, the methods of always calling flowers are endless, and they always make changes after he finds the trajectory of the stones. It's not enough to just hide from the stones, but the combination of rigidity and softness comes, so there is a little beggar who stands in the river to hide from the droplets.

"There are so many changes that others can't find your rules that the essence of theft lies. 'Thief' does not mean stealing, robbing, but talking about a kind of comprehension of 'trickery'. ”

The little beggar looked at it with a resentful face, wiped a handful of sweat on his forehead, "I understand, it's like ......", as he spoke, a handful of sweat hidden in the palm of his hand was thrown towards Lao Zhaohua, and the corners of his mouth hooked an evil arc.

Looking at the little beggar who shook his hand, Lao Hua smiled, nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and waved, and a ball of breath flew back towards the little beggar with the sweat that had been sprinkled, and his strength was even stronger.

"You're fooling!" The little beggar was already relying on the flowers not far away, so that he could sneak attack, but the sweat droplets that flew out not far away rolled back towards him for a while, and he could only go back and forth.

Lao Hua smiled for a long time under the faint gaze of the little beggar, and then eased up: "I won't practice hiding stones in the future." ”

"Why. ”

"The rest, you can't teach and can't teach. ”

The little beggar fell silent when he heard this. In the past two years, although he has only learned the kung fu of dodging stones, which is not kung fu, the little beggar has learned a lot of things, even the ability of Lao Hua to throw stones with one hand, he has also learned seven, seven, eight or eight. Lao Huahua said, that is called wrist strength, through the shaking of the wrist to give the stone different strength and direction, and even rotation, change of direction of the university asked. The little beggar felt angry, but Lao Hua didn't teach him, so he had to secretly take more stones to learn by himself.

"Are you going to teach me how to whip?" asked the little beggar with excitement on his face.

"It's to teach, but it's taught at night, and you have to practice kung fu with the yellow dog during the day. ”

"Yellow dog?"

At this time, the yellow dog was squatting aside with his tongue out, looking at the big one and the small one. It was always wandering around in the woods, coming back once in a while, and I don't know which beast it had provoked, and it always made its body dirty, but it couldn't hide its excitement in its eyes. The little beggar asked the old man if the yellow dog would bite the beast, but the old flower only gave him a mysterious smile back, and looked at him very much.

"Have you found everything?"

"Huh?" the little beggar was confused by the old man's question, what are you looking for?

"Alright, just go with the yellow dog. As soon as Lao Hua finished speaking, the little beggar was dragged away by the yellow dog with excited eyes. I had no choice but to follow.

When the yellow dog saw that he was dragging the little beggar, he ran in front, and the little beggar chased behind. In the past, I couldn't beat the yellow dog, but after I grew up for many years, I still couldn't catch up with the yellow dog?

A dog ran wild in the woods at the foot of the mountain for a long time, it was really more physically demanding than hiding stones, if it wasn't for the yellow dog who stopped many times and waited for the little beggar, I am afraid that he would have lost it long ago.

At this time, this man and a dog arrived at a cave, and the little beggar's heart suddenly became sudden. But the yellow dog didn't care about this, and bit his trouser leg again and ran to the hole. The little beggar wanted to break free, but where did he think that the yellow dog's teeth were so strong, and he fell forward when he was pulled along, and the whole person was dragged by the yellow dog on the ground.

Fortunately, the yellow dog finally relented, and the little beggar patted his buttocks, hurriedly stood up, and carefully put his head into the cave, and then let out a long breath. Fortunately, there were no wild beasts in the cave.

Thinking about it, a hateful gaze slashed towards the yellow dog, but his face suddenly became full of surprise. On a section of rotten wood leaning against the shadow of the cave, blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum was blooming demonically.

"You want me to pick him?" asked the little beggar confusedly at the yellow dog. The yellow dog on the side wagged his tail and stuck out his tongue, and his little emotions were about to fly out.

But the little beggar was just about to start, but suddenly he heard a coaxing sound coming from a distance, which was a voice that he didn't dare to forget. In a hurry, he hurriedly hugged the yellow dog, and a few jumps went up to the big tree on the side. Under the cover of the shade of the trees, he sneaked a brown mane adult boar in his direction, and it was not until he entered the cave that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning over his hand, the little beggar quietly looked at the two hideous scars on his left arm, and the feeling of palpitations suddenly surfaced again. The shadow left by the boar was too strong. When he was young on the road, he learned the ability of Lao Hua to fight wild boars with his bare hands when he dodged a little stone, and he was arched when he stole pigs, and finally found that he couldn't even drag a dead wild boar.

Looking at the blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum next to the cave, the little beggar's heart moved a little, and retreated a little, but the blood mushroom was a gold ingot growing on a tree. The little beggar struggled in his chest and slid down the trunk of the tree with a ruthless heart. He seemed to understand the purpose of Lao Hua a little, and his heart was heavy, not wanting to disappoint him.

The little beggar who slid down the tree carefully touched the cave, but as soon as he picked a few, the yellow dog on the side suddenly ran to the cave and barked provocatively. The little beggar's eyes widened suddenly, and now he finally understood what kind of heart Hua An always had to have. But this is clear, the wild boar also arrived in front of him, the yellow dog was flexible on four legs, ran early, and left the little beggar to face the wild boar, and it was too late to run again.

The little beggar saw the wild boar rushing towards him with its fangs, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the two fangs of the wild boar with both hands again, and the person was also carried back continuously. Having the painful experience of hitting a tree last time, this time he was carried backwards while glancing behind him. A big tree appeared behind him again, but the little beggar's face was not surprised, and when he was about to hit the trunk, he put on the two fangs with force, stepped on his toes, and then kicked the trunk, and then turned over behind the boar, and the boar hit the tree straight on.

After landing on the ground, the little beggar did not dare to be careless, spread his legs and climbed towards the nearest big tree. It was said that the wild boar hit it very hard, and when it reacted again, the little beggar had already reached the tree. But the little beggar had just breathed a sigh of relief, and his little face collapsed. This is the wild boar's nest, it can't catch itself, it waits, and it can't go down by itself. Thinking about the last time I was driven by a wild boar, I became more and more happy.

After slamming into the trunk of the tree a few times, the boar lay down on the spot and waited for him. But I'm really afraid of what's coming, and the old flower pit and the little flower are really ruthless.

There was no way, the little beggar had to wait on the tree, and it was impossible to hope that the yellow dog would find the old flower, so he could only pin his hope on this wild boar.

The sun was turning little by little, and the little beggar was bored lying on the tree picking leaves, looking at the intertwined and complex branches of the tree in a daze, but a spiritual light slipped into his head along the tip of the branch, and suddenly joy crawled all over his little face.

The little beggar hurriedly broke many branches down, leaving only each sharp part, and threw the rest under the tree, and the wild boar waiting on the ground was smashed to its feet and screamed. Holding a handful of tree spikes in his hand, it's up to them to decide if they can escape.

The little beggar of the cat on the tree, pinched a few tree tips, flicked his wrist, and shot straight towards the boar's eyes. The first batch of tree tips just popped out, the little beggar did not dare to slack off, divided the remaining tree tips in his hands in his hands, followed by his wrist and threw down, when the tree tips were about to shoot, there was a slight turn, and the tips of the two hands chased you at a faster speed.

The wild boar on the ground saw that something was coming towards his head, and hurriedly closed his eyes and lowered his head, and roared in pain, and waited until there was no more smashing something, and just opened his eyes, before his head was raised, a tree tip pierced towards the eye, and it was too late to close his eyes at this time, although the tip of the tree could not be all pierced into the eye, but whenever one of them pierced in, it was painful.

Sure enough, a hoarse wail exploded violently, and the wild boar's sturdy body slammed into the tree a few times in pain, and then hurriedly fell to the ground and twisted, and you could see gurgling blood coming out of the boar's eyes.

Of course, these little beggars didn't have the heart to look at it, and when the second batch of tree tips was thrown out, he squatted down and prepared to slide down the tree, and the fierce wail of the wild boar also became a clarion call for the little beggar to escape, and he hurried down the tree and ran without looking back. As for the bold amount of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, the little beggar can't do it, he can save his life and escape, what happens after the wild boar, it's none of his business to call flowers.