Bitter medicinal soup goes from the throat to the stomach.

The process was short, but Qi Xiang felt that her tongue was about to get numb.

However, after the warm medicine soup enters the stomach and intestines, it begins to slowly nourish the internal organs, and the medicinal power flows through the blood to all parts of the body, sterilize and disinfect, and repair the wounds...

Even if a bowl of medicine is not effective, it does work. At least over time, it can help the body recover faster.

Qi Xiang took the medicine, digested it for a moment, and then continued to lie down and continued to study the inspiration.

In a blink of an eye, it was night. At midnight, today's moon was shrouded in a cloud of dark clouds. The moon was dark and the wind was high, there were no stars, and the visibility was extremely low.

There was silence inside and outside the room.

Qi Xiang's soul slowly floated into the air. When gathering thin moonlight, he found that the magical light became brighter bit by bit.

"Related to mental power?"

Qi Xiang was not sure, but it was certain that the spirituality contained in the weak spiritual light also slowly recovered. Obviously, the energy free from the moonlight also had certain benefits for the spiritual light.

While Qi Xiang was thinking, he suddenly heard something outside the house.

His heart moved, and his soul immediately drilled into the air outside and looked down at the entire ground. He had only seen it clearly now that the Lin family was a very ordinary house.

It is a common shape in rural areas, covering an area of ​​two or three hundred square meters, divided into front yard and back garden, and large tile houses. Around the main hall, there are six or seven rooms arranged in different heights and arranged in an orderly manner.

It seems that this house has been built for many years, so it has long since disappeared from its glamor and beauty. There are even many cracks hidden in some invisible corners, with a bit of a decline.

However, the whole house was cleaned up, with lush trees in the courtyard and more than a dozen flowers and plants in the garden. The night wind blew, making the shadows rubbed the trees, and the fragrance of night flowers was filled with it, which was very quiet.

The movement Qi Xiang heard came from a corner of the back garden.

The spacious back garden is not only decorated with flowers and plants, but also a bamboo forest. Hundreds of green bamboos are sparsely sparsely distributed. There are tall old bamboos and tender fine bamboos, with lush branches and leaves swaying in the wind.

"Canla, canla!"

The bamboo leaves are gently patted, which seems to have a bit of rhythm and are quite beautiful.

At this moment, there is a small square stave in the middle of the bamboo forest. This square stave has no grass. The surface is hard thick mud, which seems to be a little flat, but if you look closely, you will find that there are some shallow potholes on the flat ground.

On the side of the square plating, Uncle Lin brought a small bamboo stool, sat upright, carrying a long bamboo pole tobacco pipe, and sucking in the smell.

In the middle of the square plaque, Lin Dazhu was holding a large tank, which was a large tank for the rural people to store water. It was big and heavy, and it was made of stone pottery and weighed hundreds of kilograms.

At this time, the large water tank weighing hundreds of pounds was like a light fluffy cotton in Lin Dazhu's hands. He was as if he was playing a quarrel, spreading his arms, holding both sides of the large water tank, and throwing it with the flow.

call……

As soon as the large water tank flew, it reached a height of more than ten meters and then suddenly fell down.

Under the action of dynamic acceleration, the large water tank was like a waterfall, flowing down, and was about to hit the ground and shattered into pieces. At this moment, Lin Dazhu took the big water tank with his arms around and took it with him.

Immediately, the large water tank changed from rapid to slow down, and cleverly turned two or three times to resolve the falling force.

Lin Dazhu caught the big water tank and threw it back on it, lifting the weight as if it was light.

Once, twice, three times...

After a long time, a trace of oily sweat slowly oozed out of Lin Dazhu's forehead. His waist and legs were straight, but his hands, including his legs, were trembling slightly.

Obviously, this matter is not as simple as imagined.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"

Lin Dazhu counted in his mouth. When it was 100th, he gently caught the big water tank, but stopped throwing it up. He let out a slight breath and carefully put it down.

"Grandpa, it's been a hundred times."

Lin Dazhu breathed naturally and said, "I've practiced boxing..."

"Wait."

Uncle Lin vomited a circle of white smoke and shook his head and said, "I won't practice today."

"Well?"

Lin Dazhu was stunned: "Why? Don't you often say that you must be wholehearted and focused when practicing boxing, and keep your hands in hand and mouth in mouth? Practice in winter for three nines, practice in summer for three days, and practice in summer for three days, without any obstacles in wind and rain..."

"Du!"

Uncle Lin knocked on the bamboo smoke pole and said angrily: "I have a guest at home today. The noise of practicing boxing will disturb people, so let's take a break today."

"Although you keep your fist, it is triggered by the heart. If you delay for two or three days, your boxing will be abandoned, which means you do not have the talent to practice fist, and you do not have the heart to practice fist."

Uncle Lin snorted: "Then, don't practice anymore, just farm honestly and fish."

"Cough, cough."

Lin Dazhu touched his head and said embarrassedly: "Grandpa, I don't mean that... I mean, Brother Qi should have fallen asleep even after being so far away. He will definitely not hear and will not affect him."

"Oh!"

Uncle Lin refused to comment and replaced the cigarette pole with a tumble of fireworks and reignited the inhalation. After squinting his eyes and taking a few sips, he said, "Dazhu, how many years have you practiced boxing?"

"Well?"

Lin Dazhu was stunned again. He didn't understand what Mr. Lin meant, so he had to reply carefully: "I'm about seven years old and I'm stunning. You can use your own hands to open my bones and stretch my strength to lay the foundation. It's probably fourteen or five years now."

"Fifteen years."

Uncle Lin's eyes seemed a little confused in the fog, and he sighed: "In a blink of an eye, you are so old, and the years kill people without blood..."

Uncle Lin touched the sparse white hair on his head, then put away his sigh and said in a deep voice: "You have been practicing boxing for fifteen years, how do you feel about yourself?"

"this……"

Lin Dazhu became even more unnatural and hesitated: "Grandpa, it's so cool, what did you say you do?"

"If you ask, you will answer honestly."

Uncle Lin took a sip of cigarette, and a little dark red light flashed slightly on the head of the cigarette pole. A faintly, a very solemn aura emanated, which also made Lin Dazhu feel awe-inspiring and a serious expression.

"Grandpa. I think I... should be good."

Lin Dazhu whispered: "You have also said that at my age, people who can receive and receive freely and fully master Mingjin are also very talented and may not be worse than others."

"Of course, thanks to your supervision and more than ten years of earnest teaching and training!"

Although Lin Dazhu is honest, he is not stupid. He also knows how to flatter and say good things.

"Less flattery."

Uncle Lin's eyes turned pale and he suddenly sighed: "You are right. Over the years, I have rarely praised you because I am afraid that you will be proud of you and will lose your ambition."

"Actually, with your strength, I was much better than when I was younger than my grandfather..."

Mr. Lin praised: "I am very satisfied with the younger generation than the younger generation."

Lin Dazhu was surprised and very happy: "Grandpa, what kind of festival is today? You are so uncomfortable with praising me like this."

"Look, let's just slim your tail. I know you don't praise you."

Uncle Lin snorted: "It is important to know that there is a heaven beyond the sky..."

"There is heaven beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the sky." Lin Dazhu smiled bitterly and said, "Grandpa. You have been saying this for more than ten years, and I will definitely not forget it."

"Don't think I don't know. You don't forget it, but you didn't take it to your heart." Mr. Lin snorted, "Do you think your wings are already hard and you can fly by yourself? You don't need to listen to me, the old man, nagging me?"

"Grandpa, I never thought so..." Lin Dazhu hurriedly defended.

"Okay, no matter what you do, it won't change a fact." Mr. Lin said indifferently: "You heard it, but you didn't agree with it. I thought I was deliberately exaggerating, right?"

"No, absolutely not."

Lin Dazhu quickly shook his head: "I naturally understand the principle of being strong and being strong..."

"You understand, but you don't have a personal understanding."

Uncle Lin shook his head: "Besides, I can feel that I have suppressed you for more than ten years and I am almost unable to suppress you. Under the instigation of some people, you are ready to move in your heart, and you don't feel at ease living in a temple in the fishing village, wanting to go out and experience the world of flowers..."

"Grandpa...I don't." Lin Dazhu's voice suddenly lowered a little, lacking confidence.

"You know whether there is, or not."

Uncle Lin said in a deep voice: "Do you think that after defeating a few frogs in the well, you feel that the world is so big that you can go anywhere?"

Lin Dazhu pulled his mouth, but in the end he couldn't help it: "Grandpa, they are only a little worse than me, they are not frogs in the well. Moreover, you have said that fewer and fewer people practice martial arts now. Don't talk about Mingjin anymore, you can't even touch the mystery of boxing power..."

Uncle Lin, with a stern face, said two words coldly: "Arrogant, ignorant!"

"I..." Lin Dazhu was dissatisfied, but he did not argue and secretly sulked.

"I know, you're not convinced."

Mr. Lin said bitterly: "That's right, compared to more than a hundred years ago, there are not many people practicing martial arts now, but it does not mean that no one practices, nor does it mean that those who practice can't become masters."

Seeing Lin Dazhu being frustrated and not speaking, Mr. Lin also knew that speaking vernacularly was not convinced by his grandson who was serious and more sarcastic. At this moment, he gave an example: "For example, how strong is me? Can you beat you?"

"Grandpa, how do you share this?"

Lin Dazhu said dissatisfiedly: "You have been practicing boxing for decades and are familiar with my boxing routines. Beating me must be as simple as eating and drinking water.

"Okay, don't mention me." Uncle Lin's eyes turned and pointed to the house: "That young man named Qi is not a few years older than you. What do you think of his strength?"

"Ah?" Lin Dazhu was stunned: "Brother Qi, he is also a boxing practitioner? He looks... not like him."

"Where is not like it?" Mr. Lin asked back.

Lin Dazhu pondered for a moment, and then concluded: "The whole body is white and clean, and the skin is even more delicate than a woman, and it doesn't look like it anywhere..."
Chapter completed!