The sound of rustling and shaking, the sound of rough breath, occurred in front of the small courtyard, on the body of the people of Muzi.

I only heard a short time away, and a neat and uniform voice, "The Mantra of Great Compassion and Universal Crossing Evil", came between several female voices.

Mother Piaoyu looked at the two broken sword bodies not far in front of her, standing on the two broken sword bodies inserted on the ground, the sword bodies were gently swaying from side to side, Mu Zimin's knees were slightly bent, and beads of sweat were on both sides of his cheeks and forehead, with the sunlight, delicate and delicate, reflecting hazy colors. Each hand held a new sword sharpened from a wooden branch, and his body swayed with the swing of the sword body, swaying like a dance, with a little charm, and the mother of the shaking was sick for a while.

I saw my mother Piaoyu speak softly: "Physical skills are the root, swordsmanship is martial arts, and cold and summer are merits." The sword becomes one. ”

One body, one skill, one skill, and one sword are the foundation of martial arts, and whether they are firm or not determines your direction and cultivation.

Mom Piaoyu doesn't look like you have the qualifications to be a gentleman, but it's better to practice more. At the beginning, my mother drifted in the rain for nine cold and summer, and her body was exercised like iron, and the rain did not force you, and it was good for three years of cold and summer. Three hours a day, if you can't support it, you can come down, just feel free, listen to your mother's words, you have your own opinions, hehe, if you can't support it, come down, don't grieve your heart, you're always right, aren't you?

How good the brocade clothes and jade food are, where do you need such a sin, it's all about the mother's rain, but you can't be perfunctory if you promise it. You see it's really hard for you, or you should come down and forget it, let's talk about the direction of life, what your grand cause, how good!

Wisps of smoke and a few arm-thick wooden shelves, a wooden long sword, passed through a fat hare, dripping, dripping, oil dripping into the fire below, the aroma began to permeate, the throat of the wooden people squirmed slightly, and the bottom lip was bitten by the front teeth of the wooden people.

The mother is raining, but she is gnawing on the hind legs of a rabbit, and her mouth is full of oil. The mouth is still muttering, come down, if you want to practice kung fu well, three hours a day, although you can't stop, but it won't delay your affairs, can you still practice once in the afternoon?

The best of both worlds may really be possible, but it is more likely to be successful or not, do what you can, don't hurt yourself after suffering yourself.

Mu Zimin's breasted skin reflected a resolute expression, his face looked like a heart, his voice was hoarse, his lips were chapped and white, and he said in a voice: " The teacher doesn't have to do these boring things, in the hearts of the people of Muzi, it is a little ridiculous to be naïve, what kind of place did the people of Muzi grow up, within ten years old, just like the thinking of the prime minister, the people of Muzi can speak, there are gaps in their chests, they can hide, they know the way, they can't do it, they can learn, but they have no intention of asking, and the results of what the people of Muzi think in their hearts, eight or nine are not far from ten, how to know, how to be smart, after knowing the result, it will be more painful to change, and the right and wrong of change is no longer important in the hearts of the people of Muzi, because it is much stronger than the result of knowing。 This is sufficient. ”

Teacher, you said, is it really possible for the people of Muzi to make some changes, it is really difficult to make some changes, a small dream, the price and effort that need to be paid to realize it are also after a long time, maybe it is still a dream. What's more, the mother's requirements for the people of Muzi, within one day, life and death have been decided several times, the people of Muzi are like tofu on the board, they will break when they touch it, sacrifice dozens of irrelevant people, thousands of capable guards, like fireworks, fleeting, but the heart of going down is more gathered, when the clouds and rain fall, the people of Muzi must let the mother know that among her two most important men, there is one person who can talk to her about the glory she wants, and the stars in the sky.

The people of Muzi can give her everything she wants, not only know how to eat meat and drink wine, and the kindness of a woman is raining.

Heaven and earth, no matter what!

Conquer the heavens and the earth, do anything!

The sound of the sky and the earth, just for the mother!

Earth-shattering, the people have no regrets!

Listening to the mother's narration, the mother Piaoyu teacher was deeply affectionate, moving the heavens and the earth, and the people of Muzi couldn't help but cry.

The people of Muzi, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately!

Ma Piaoyu stood up and spoke gently, Mama Piaoyu walked the world for half her life, eating, drinking and having fun, without a leaf staining her body, self-reliance, worthy of her heart, worthy of her conscience of heaven and earth, eating and drinking, all of which were done by Ma's Piaoyu, if it was Ma's Piaoyu when she was practicing, not to mention a hare, it was the delicacies of the mountains and seas fed to her mother's mouth, and the Adam's apple of Ma's Piaoyu would not squirm for half a point, fair trade, and suffering is a blessing, cheap has never been contaminated with half a point, some of the needs are what Ma's Piaoyu should get. He did not force wealth and glory, and he never ate anything begging.

Who can laugh at the mother of the rain, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, the mother of the rain has also done a few times, the milky boy has not dried, and he has learned to change the way to scold people, a few pounds and a few taels of his own weight is not known, and he falls into a small pit, and he will bury you, and when the clouds and rain are overturned, you know whether you are turning the clouds and rain or the clouds and rain will wrap you in pods and can't help yourself. Oh, a little joke, amusing my mother in the rain, a little grasshopper, want to do whatever you want in the sea and big waves.

Muzi people, are you really drumming up the waves?