Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World

Martial arts internal skills are roughly the same thing, cultivating a breath of Qi, also known as qigong.

"Purple Xia Qingchen" refers to the meaning of purple air sweeping away the dust when the morning sun rises in the east, and "Flying Waterfall Climbing" refers to the meaning of rushing down the waterfall to wash away the filth in the world.

"You have the foundation of "Zixia Qingchen", so during this period of time, you must first clear the last one, and then practice according to the "Flying Waterfall"."

The mere vegetables were exchanged for Han Cuifen's serious explanation.

Chi Qiaosong sighed with emotion, but the female teacher was more approachable, unlike a certain teacher surnamed Xu, who was willing to teach only after sending a bunch of Jin Shengxiang and Wu Menglong.

"I understand, in fact, I have forgotten the daoist technique of "Zixia Qingchen"."

Chi Qiaosong followed Han Cuifen's words and said that his "Purple Xia Qingchen" was complete, and the Daoyin technique was no longer chaotic, so it did not prevent him from learning a new internal skill.

Han Cuifen sat in the chair, her expression always indifferent: "Actually, if you learn "Flying Waterfall Climbing" with me, you may not be able to achieve results.

This Qi, if you can't get it from "Purple Xia Qingchen".

It may not be obtained from "Falling Waterfall".

You have already found Qi and Qi through "Purple Xia Qingchen", and you will get something if you stick to it, so why change the method. "

"I understand the truth, Teacher Han, but I'm just greedy." Chi Qiaosong replied.

"Forget it... if you listen carefully, scriptures and daoyin techniques require hard work, and if you work hard for three or five years, then you can only hope to cultivate this Qi."

"Teacher, you said, I remember it carefully."

One is willing to teach and the other is willing to learn. Time flies, and it is noon in the blink of an eye.

Chi Qiaosong felt that he had gained a lot and left.

Before he took two steps, he met a warrior-level teacher named Ma Sheng, who was teaching the introductory kung fu.

Ma Sheng's expression was a little weird, and he seemed to show a touch of unhappiness, and his tone was a little cold: "Xiaochi, why did you come out of Teacher Han's room?"

"I asked Teacher Han to teach Qigong."

"Can't you ask Liu Chun for advice?"

"By analogy, learn from one or two." Chi Qiaosong stood still and asked, "Is there something wrong with Teacher Ma?"

"Can't I ask you two questions if it's okay?"

"Then I'll go first."

Chi Qiaosong was too lazy to talk to the other party. There are so many teachers in Wutang, and they have different temperaments. Not every teacher, he chooses to respect the teacher.

Ma Sheng stared at Chi Qiaosong's back and muttered, "Little bastard!"

Because Chi Qiaosong's teacher was Hao Bozhao, although he didn't officially apprentice or apprentice, Ma Sheng didn't dare to find fault because of the usual relationship there.

Wait for Chiqiaosong to leave.

He paced to the door of Han Cuifen's room, looked left and right, saw no one around, and knocked on the door: "Is Teacher Han there?"

After a while, Han Cuifen's indifferent response came from the room: "Is something wrong?"

"Have Mr. Han eaten? The dormitory can't be turned on without a stove. I'll go to the cafeteria and bring home a meal for Mr. Han?"

"Need not."

"Don't go outside, Mr. Han."

There is no response in it.

Ma Sheng was lying on the window and wanted to look in, but was blocked by the curtains and couldn't see anything.

He didn't give up, and knocked on the door again: "Mr. Han, Mr. Han, you open the door...Mr. Han, open the door, let's chat, it's boring at noon."

He didn't wait for Han Cuifen to answer.

A scolding sounded in his ear: "Ma Sheng, what are you doing!"

Ma Sheng was surprised.

When he turned around, he saw Hao Bozhao with an angry face. He smiled embarrassingly: "Well, I...I have something to do with Teacher Han."

"You can't ask questions in the office. Do you have to knock on Teacher Han's dormitory door?" Hao Bozhao frowned and continued to scold, "What are you still doing, not leaving?"

"Oh, then I'm leaving, Chief Hao." Ma Sheng had no choice but to leave.

Hao Bozhao looked at the closed dormitory door and didn't mean to look for Han Cuifen, so he turned and left - just now Chi Qiaosong made a small report to him, saying that Ma Sheng was harassing the new teacher Han, so he came to take a look.

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It didn't rain the whole March, and in April, it was only thunder but no rain.

Although a ridge is lush and lush, the stream in the mountain is obviously only a trickle, and the ditch at the foot of the mountain is only a shallow layer, and the wells in the village have dropped by half.

The Pengli Great Lake, which is backed by Mokan County, has reached the lowest water level in the last ten years.

"Kill the four ghosts of Peng Li with a thousand knives, kill Jiaolong, and let me have a severe drought in Mokan County!"

The new house is about to be capped—this is called Shangliang, and when that time comes, you will have to sprinkle steamed buns and candy for others to grab.

"If this goes on like this, the spring crops will all dry up."

"The commander, hurry up and arrest people, and capture all the four ghosts Peng Li and shoot them!"

"There are a lot of wanted notices posted on the wall. I haven't seen a kid caught. I feel like it's all empty, and no one cares about the lives of our people."

"It's not that a lot of them were caught, even two of the four ghosts were caught. It's just that they didn't publicize it."

"You want to catch one of the four ghosts, don't you promote it?"

"Didn't you listen to the news, you deliberately didn't publicize it because you were afraid that there would be a traitor in the government. Now people are very bad!"

While working, the bricklayers chatted with the village chief.

Although the news of Mo Kanjiao and Peng Li's four ghosts gradually faded from daily life, as long as someone mentions it, they can still chat for hours without rest.

Chi Qiaosong came back on the twenty-eighth bar.

"Komatsu is off work."

"Yes, mayor."

"It really grows into an adult." The village chief said with a smile.

Chi Qiaosong, who is one meter and eight heads, although his face is still immature, his calm temperament often makes people ignore that his actual age is only sixteen.

There are still two years before the age of eighteen.

It is not popular for local children to celebrate their birthdays~www.readwn.com~ So two weeks ago, Chiqiaosong quietly celebrated his sixteenth birthday.

After saying hello, he went straight up the mountain.

Now the back mountain has changed, a gravel road winding upwards in a zigzag shape, leading to the courtyard of the farmhouse. Bamboo fences enclose more than 20 acres of mountains.

These mountains are leveled into four platforms, of which the third platform is where the farmhouse and greenhouse are located.

After improvement by Chifu, the five-acre greenhouses have been barely aligned, and the heights are the same. There are neatly planted vegetables and fruits, safflower and green leaves are green.

Entered the gate.

Then I saw that the plastic skin of the fifth mu of greenhouses had been opened.

The mother pool, the second aunt, and the aunt are planting seedlings of medicinal materials in the greenhouse.

"Mom, how's the germination rate?" Chi Qiaosong changed into loose clothes and walked into the greenhouse to help plant seedlings.

"The seeds of jasmine jasmine germinate just fine, but the Aesculus esculenta and Dendrobium can't. Only three or two germinate... You don't do this muddy work, go read a book."

"That's right, Komatsu, you go to the book, we just do these things casually."

"Go quickly."

Just like Chi's father, second uncle, and little uncle didn't let Chi Qiaosong work.

Chi's mother, second aunt, and aunt did not let Chi Qiao relax.

At home, apart from practicing martial arts and reading books, he did not need to do any work, and the family pinned their hopes on him, looking forward to him becoming a high-ranking official in the future.

I can't do anything I want.

Chi Qiaosong could only wander helplessly in the yard, teasing Daanwu and Xiaoyanwu for a while, and touching Xiaoqing and Xiaobai for a while, and then training his axe how to hunt.

Cozy with small animals.