"Little bunnies, run fast for me, if anyone can't run to the top of the opposite hill within a quarter of an hour, hehe, you know the consequences"

A majestic voice broke the silence of the early morning and was heard in the distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The team, which had been slowing down, immediately became much faster after hearing this voice, and it seemed that these people had experienced the so-called consequences firsthand.

After seeing the effect of Mo Qing's training, other children in the village were also forcibly sent to Uncle Molun's house by their parents, and Uncle Molun, whose leg injury had healed a lot, became the head coach with crutches.

Under the auspices of the village chief of Mozhan, the villagers built a small training ground at the east end of the village, not far from the Peach Blossom Valley, so that the children could work hard here every day.

The head of Mozhan Village handed over archery, Uncle Moyun played a hunting knife, and the experienced people in the village took the time to explain the skills of hunting, of course, the most talked about was their own experience in the mountains.

The people in the mountains don't have much knowledge, and they can't tell those fanciful truths, but. It is precisely because of the truth of the matter that most of the children listened with great interest, especially after the high-intensity training.

One side is willing to listen, the other side is willing to tell, and on the way to listen to the story, one or two questions came from time to time, 'Several wolves are biting you, why don't you run away?'

Hearing these questions, the person who was talking would stop, and when the questions were too tricky, they would shout in annoyance, "Listen carefully, how can there be so many questions."

Whenever the children covered their mouths and let out a burst of laughter, it was their greatest pleasure to make the majestic person who trained them appear in this state, but they really learned a lot in the process.

The children's special food was prepared by the village and configured by Huang Laoxi.

Aunt Li, the black dog mother is responsible for cooking, of course, there are some weird-tasting herbs missing in the rice, but those who are hungry and anxious, who cares about this, so every time it is time to eat, one or two hold the bowl and eat it very sweet.

"The first group rests, and the second group continues," said Uncle Mellen after the team ran back from the top of the mountain.

After hearing Uncle Merron's words, the first group of people breathed a sigh of relief, and the black dog sat on the ground panting violently, and when he saw Uncle Merron's unkind gaze, he quickly got up again.

I forgot the rule that you should walk slowly for a while after running and not sit down directly. Fortunately, Uncle Mo Lun didn't care, otherwise he would have suffered again, and the black dog was glad in his heart.

The group is organized according to age, children under the age of ten to six are the first group, and those under the age of six are counted, and they are still training if they are too young.

The second group is from 10 to 18 years old, and because the age gap between the same group is still very large, Uncle Melon came up with the method of running with weights.

The people in the second group, except for the ten-year-old Mo Tietou, each had to carry weight, and it was five catties for each year older, and as for the eighteen-year-old Mo Tiedan, he carried thirty-five catties of sand, which made him secretly complain about why he caught up with this unlucky eighteen-year-old.

However, it was not without exception, Mo Qing, a small monster in this shape, was assigned to the second group, and the weight was the most, weighing two hundred catties.

So Mo Qing naturally became a very inspirational existence, whenever someone asked to lose weight, Uncle Mo Lun would point his finger at Mo Qing, and then the person who asked for weight loss was silent.

When the other members of the second group were also resting, Mo Qing was still running on the road with the sand on his back, this was a special training for him, who made him outrageously strong, and his physique was not good.

After this period of training, Mo Qing had long been accustomed to this kind of intensity, and after panting and running ten more times, he dropped the sandbag, wiped a handful of sweat, and rushed to the eating shed with his steaming head, if it was too late, the meal would be eaten up by the guys who were reincarnated by the hungry ghosts.

"The hunter's footsteps are light, and he walks in the forest without leaving a trace, otherwise how many prey will be frightened away, if you meet a bear blind or something, you will have become its snack long ago, then there is no need to hunt!"

Uncle Merlun is teaching hunting skills to the children who have had breakfast.

"Therefore, body style and speed are very important, and you must be careful about their practice, so that if you encounter a prey that you can't beat, you can run away quickly, so as not to lose even your life." ”

Now there is no such thing as splitting wood in the training content, and under Mo Qing's wild chopping some time ago, there is almost no extra firewood in the village for them to practice.

Today's Mo Qing was very relaxed, and after listening to some of the hunting skills told by Uncle Mo Lun, he looked at the black dog walking crookedly on the wooden stake for a while, and went home with Uncle Mo Lun's permission.

It's not that Uncle Mo Lun is biased, since Mo Qing ran over the thin wooden stakes that were nailed into various strange shapes, Uncle Mo Lun and they didn't let Mo Qing stimulate the other children here.

These training methods similar to plum blossom piles are really easy for Mo Qing, who has learned monkey drilling, although his body has been made smaller, but his instinct is still there, especially for this monkey drilling, which is almost engraved in his bones.

"Auntie, I'm out. ”

Mo Qing said to Aunt Li, who was cleaning up the housework in the house, and ran out with an axe, without telling Aunt Li what she was going to do, for fear that she would worry.

Yesterday, the Mo Zhan patriarch taught them archery, and after breaking two bows in succession, Mo Qing was driven out of the sequence of learning archery by the village chief with a painful face. So today he plans to go to the mountains to find some good wood and make a bow for himself.

In winter, the mountains and forests are very quiet, a few jackdaws are shrunk and stand on the branches "croaking", the leaves of the trees have long since fallen, and only the bare branches are left to shiver slightly in the cold wind.

Mo Qing didn't plan to look at the nearby mountains and forests, after so many years of consumption in Mo Village, Mo Qing didn't think that there was still wood suitable for making bows here. Therefore, Hefu will chase through the mountains and forests, drilling into the distance, and the small and flexible figure looks like a monkey.

After crossing the peak, an uneven meadow appeared in front of Mo Qing, and under the suppression of the north wind, the grass became a withered yellow, like a pale golden carpet, undulating until it reached the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Mo Qing had no intention of browsing these beautiful scenery, walked straight to the center of the meadow, climbed over a few ravines with large undulations, came to a place close to the mountain, and squatted down.

The upright dead grass fell here, the area is not large, it is about the same size as Mo Qing, there is a piece of dead grass the size of a palm, there are some blackened dry blood stains, which are left by the wolf who wants to eat Mo Qing.

Mo Qing returned to the place where he first stayed in this world, during this time, Mo Qing had been here several times, and every inch of this grass had been edged by him, and there was still no trace of how he arrived, let alone how he went back.

Mo Qing, who had been sad a few times before, would lie down where he had been lying for a few days, staring at the blue sky, fantasizing that a strange force would suddenly rise up and send him away and return to the old man's side.

It's just an impossible fantasy, so he didn't do those meaningless actions now, just crouched there and touched the ground where he once lay with his hands, reminiscing about his past.

"Let's go!" After a moment of silence, Mo Qing stood up suddenly, greeted the Fu general, and hurried towards the opposite mountain

。 Since the past has passed, no amount of memories is meaningless, after all, people can't just live in their own memories.

Life is still going on, and living the present is the most important thing, and Mo Qing still has a trace of luck and persistence in his heart, thinking that he can one day return to Pangu Mountain and return to the old man's side.

"Hahaha", Fu Jiang, who kept turning back and grimacing at himself, hit his head on the trunk of the tree, rubbing his head and rolling his eyes, which made Mo Qing laugh, and the laughter spread far away in the seemingly empty mountain.

Mo Qing didn't worry about attracting any beasts, these nearby mountains, after Mo Village's unknown number of years of hunting, a wolf could act as the king of beasts here.

Walking all the way forward, and crossing two more mountains, Mo Qing's speed finally slowed down, and he looked around at the trees with an axe.

The tireless Fu Jiang when he came to the woods, standing on Mo Qing's shoulder and nibbling on the chestnuts taken out of the squirrel hole, did not care at all about the aggrieved gaze of the squirrel on the branch.

Yew is a good wood for making bows, if it was before, when he saw a yew tree with a thick bowl, Mo Qing would be very happy to cut it down and carry it home, but now it is not done, the two bows that Mo Qing pulled off yesterday were made of yew wood.

However, this yew tree still did not escape the fate of being cut down, Mo Qing can't use it, it doesn't mean that others can't use it either, pull it back to Uncle Mo Zhan, and it should be a compensation for the two bows yesterday.

Carrying a two-meter-long yew tree, Mo Qing then swayed in the woods, in addition to this yew tree, Mo Qing also found several trees suitable for bows, but he still gave up, the reason is very simple, they are not as good as the yew on his shoulders.

Casually cutting down the branches of trees blocking the way in front of him, Mo Qing leaned against a big tree and gasped. Reaching out to untie the strap of the clothes, I suddenly felt much more comfortable, and the cool breeze blew away the sweat and the irritability in my heart.

After taking two deep breaths, he felt that his lungs were cold, and Mo Qing, who was in a much better mood, tied his clothes without waiting for the sweat to disappear. It's okay to cool down once in a while, but if you don't get dressed properly for a long time, you can get sick.

Mo Qing was ready to go back, mainly because his stomach couldn't stand it, and he thought it wouldn't take long to find a material, so he didn't bring food with him when he left, and ate a few chestnuts that Fu Jiang robbed from the squirrel, and his stomach was still very hungry.

Sighing, Mo Qingfu put it on his shoulder, turned around and walked back, there was no way, he could only come back tomorrow.

After taking two steps back, Mo Qing stopped.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave, but the sky that was still bright just now has become pitch black at this moment, and he can't see his five fingers.

Mo Qing's heart was beating hard, and he reached out to take the Fu Jiang on his shoulder into his arms, and with his other hand, he had already pulled out the axe from his waist and reached it to his chest.