Chapter 9 Splitting Firewood

Don't complain about God's injustice, if it is useful, there will not be many people who will scold the sky for having no eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Towards the goal in your heart, regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow, take every day seriously, walk and walk, sometimes you will have unexpected gains.

The sleeping Mo Qing had an unexpected gain.

At this time, it was already the dead of night, and only the snoring of Uncle Merlun came from next door.

A faint layer of light, which was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, covered Mo Qing's whole body at some point, enveloping his whole person.

The light is a little magical, it looks very ordinary, but it also exudes a hint of mystery, with an indescribable magical charm in the simplicity.

But it is particularly easy to ignore, as if it has long been integrated with everything around it, and is a part of everything in heaven and earth.

It was a monk with a high level of cultivation, standing in front of Mo Qing at this time, and he would not notice anything wrong with his divine sense alone.

The mysterious light flowed quietly on Mo Qing's body, and although it was not clear to see, it could make people perceive that it was black and white. There is no reason, it is just a feeling that rises from the heart, and people think that the light is like that without thinking.

That layer of light curtain existed for a short time, and it disappeared in a few breaths, just like when it appeared, it was also imperceptible when it disappeared. It was as if it had never existed, and that everything was just an illusion.

The night is still quiet.

But Mo Qing's tired and swollen arms and legs returned to normal at some point, and the worn wounds on his hands had completely healed, with only a layer of old skin covering them, which would fall off with a light touch.

Could this be the role of that mysterious light curtain?

Mo Qing, who was sleeping, seemed to feel very comfortable, and pulled Fu Cheng's tail that was slightly shaking around his nose to the side, and changed to a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Mo Qing woke up at the crow of the big rooster, turned his head to look around the bed, and found that Fu Jiang didn't know when he had started running out, and the sound of Aunt Li scolding the big rooster softly came from outside the door, afraid that it would wake up the sleeping Mo Qing.

As soon as Aunt Li's scolding stopped, this guy who couldn't understand human words pulled his throat and raised his head to the sky and screamed, and before he finished screaming, the high long scream turned into a series of panicked 'gurgling' sounds, which seemed to have been kicked by Aunt Li.

With a chuckle, Mo Qing pulled his clothes three or two times and put them on his body, put on his shoes and stood in front of the bed to stretch beautifully, and there was a "crackling" sound from his body.

"Huh, what's going on?" Mo Qing exclaimed in surprise.

Because he suddenly found that his body was not the slightest tired, and the soreness of his whole body was swept away, and he only felt that he had inexhaustible strength at this time.

He had thought it would take several days to get used to this level of training, but he was completely fine after only two days, which surprised him with a discovery.

Mo Qing attributed this to last night's deep sleep and Huang Laoxi's miscellaneous medicines.

When he found that the injuries on his hands were all healed and a layer of tender skin had grown, Mo Qing felt that things were not so simple.

No matter how miraculous Huang Laoxi's medicine is, it is impossible to restore his injured hand overnight, not to mention that the newly grown flesh is still the same color as the original, so that Mo Qing can't tell where it was worn out yesterday.

What the hell happened to him?Mo Qing stared at his restored hand, lost in thought.

From the time I was in the Pangu Mountains, I began to think about it, and the scenes that had happened before me clearly passed in front of my eyes, when I was two or three years old, the old man smiled and hugged him to bathe in the stream.

When I went up to the tree to dig out the bird's eggs, I accidentally touched the hornet's nest, and a few red shiny bags were bitten on the buttocks, and the whole person fell from the tree and was bruised all over the body. The old man hugged himself, and with a distressed face, he smeared medicine on himself to stop the bleeding.

When he was done, he jumped on a branch and smashed the hornet's nest to pieces, killing all the hornets. The old man fell down and said loudly to himself that grandpa had avenged you.

But I didn't notice that two dead wasps fell on my neck, and then two big bags of old men also appeared on my neck, holding myself and walking home, enduring the pain, while laughing and coaxing myself who was crying uncontrollably.

Another time, the wolf attacked, and the old man ...... Mo Qing stood in front of the bed, tears streaming down her face.

I just thought about whether this kind of strange thing would happen to my body after I was injured before, why was it that all the old men appeared in my head?

As soon as the floodgates of memory were released, they were out of control, and the emotions that he forcibly suppressed some time ago drowned him like a flood.

Mo Qing stood quietly in front of the bed, with this indescribable smile on his face, letting the tears flow freely on his face.

I don't know how long it took before he let out a long sigh, came back to his memory, and reached out and gently stroked the head of Fu Jiang, who jumped on his shoulder at some point. With the other hand, he wiped two handfuls on his face indiscriminately to wipe away the traces of tears, otherwise Aunt Li would have to worry again when she saw it.

It seems that I didn't have this ability before, Mo Qing gathered his mind and sorted out his thoughts in his heart. It was something strange that happened in the time between falling off a cliff and arriving at this place inexplicably, that allowed me to get this ability.

However, this time was a blank in his mind, and he couldn't recall it vigorously, otherwise his head would ache as if it had been torn apart.

What did he experience during that time, or what strange things happened to him? Mo Qing didn't know.

However, when I thought that I and Fu Jiang had both shrunk a lot in body and age, I was relieved.

Even age can be reversed, so it's not surprising that there are more strange things, anyway, I'm still alive now, and my strength is amazing, no matter how much automatic recovery is, it's not a big deal.

Since you can't figure it out, then you won't be entangled anymore, sooner or later the truth will be revealed, Mo Qing comforted himself like this in his heart, rubbed his eyes that had not yet dried his tears, and walked out of the room.

Aunt Li wasn't in the yard, but fortunately, so she wouldn't see anything unusual, Mo Qing was secretly glad in her heart.

Hurriedly ran to the house and scooped up two scoops of water, and just walked to the door with the basin and put it down on the washstone, when he saw Aunt Li walking in from the gate, and before he had time to speak, Mo Qing directly buried his face in the basin.

Buried his face in the water and bubbled for a while, rubbed it a few more times, and felt that there was no trace of crying, and Mo Qing raised his head. After wiping it on the cloth, it was considered that the face was washed.

"You kid, it's not good to wash your face, you were tired like that yesterday, why don't you sleep more, your Uncle Huang hasn't come yet." ”

"Did you wake up by a rooster? damn it, I'll stew it at noon this day."

"I don't care about the rooster, the main thing is that the food cooked by my aunt is too fragrant, and my stomach "growles" in my dreams" Mo Qing smiled and excused the big rooster who was bullying the little hen.

"The stinky boy will make your aunt happy, and you will smell the fragrance before the meal is cooked" Hearing Mo Qing say this, Aunt Li really smiled and forgot about the trouble of finding that damn cock.

Carrying the bucket, Mo Qing ignored Aunt Li's obstruction and went out and ran towards the stream. Today's strength is particularly abundant, and if I don't vent it, Mo Qing feels uncomfortable.

"Uncle Bolt is early," Mo Qing shouted to the bolt who was carrying firewood into the house

"It's Mo Qing, why don't you get up so early to get water?"

Autumn mornings have a faint layer of morning mist, which drapes the distant woods in a milky white gauze, and also hangs beautiful pearls of water on the yellowed grass by the roadside.

A few early birds chirped happily in the forest, and the sound was as pleasant as a silver bell.

A red leaf falls into the water, stirring up a little ripple, and then slowly drifting away with the clear stream, sometimes staying for a moment when it encounters the retention of stones, and then chasing the flowing water to the distance.

The two sounds of water "boom" and "boom" came, and Mo Qing had already carried two buckets of water and ran away, and a few frightened blue-gray small fish hid in the cracks of the stones in a flash in the water.

Today's water is very easy to mention, and most of the people in the village who carried the water yesterday have not finished eating, so it took Mo Qing less than an hour to fill the water tanks of more than 30 households.

When he went home with a big bucket in one hand, Huang Laoxie was already sitting at Uncle Molun's house, and when he saw Mo Qing coming back, a faint smile appeared on his face, obviously quite satisfied that Mo Qing was able to consciously get up to carry water.

Rubbing his hands, Mo Qing picked up the meal that had been served and ate it, the morning exercise had already made him hungry.

Mo Qing ate a lot, not only ate up the big bowl of chicken cakes that Aunt Li specially stewed for him, but also ate three flatbreads and gnawed two meat bones, all of which were about to catch up with Uncle Mo Lun's meal.

Uncle Merun's injuries have also recovered a lot in the past two days, and he was able to walk out this morning with the crutches that Mo Qing specially made for him, although he only walked for a while and let Aunt Li bang him back, but Uncle Merlun still couldn't keep his mouth shut happily.

The content of Mo Qing's training today has been changed, and Huang Yaoshi won't let him carry water anymore, if he does it again, his peach tree may really be drowned.

Thereupon. Uncle Merron's yard has a lot more firewood that hasn't been chopped yet.

Mo Qing held a long-handled axe in both hands and slashed at the wood standing on the pier, and with a crisp click, the wood was evenly split in half, revealing a clean dark yellow or reddish-brown.

Mo Qing's technique of splitting wood is very peculiar, and it seems that the place of force is not the arms, but the waist and abdomen.

After the axe cut the wood, the axe did not pause, and slashed down again with a circle in the air, and at the same time, a piece of cut wood had been gently kicked by him to the wooden pier, and stood steadily.

Even when encountering the most tricky tree bumps, Mo Qing could also see its texture structure at a glance, and they obediently cracked in half after a few axes.

In his previous life, he followed the old man to pick up so many axes and dealt with so much wood, and Mo Qing still has this ability.

When the chop was rising, Mo Qing stretched out his hand and took off his shirt, and continued his great cause of chopping wood shirtless. Bright sweat ran down his young face, over his flat chest, and then fell to the ground.

Huang Yaoshi, Aunt Li, and Uncle Mo Lun, who came out on crutches, looked at Mo Qing's flowing movements, and their expressions were a little dumbfounded.