Hu Qing was also wavering. Before, she thought that her spiritual power had transformed her body, and her flexibility had been greatly improved. Yoga and Pilates were just a trivial matter. But after seeing Shui Xin's contortion technique, she realized that the contortion here was not at all like that.
Thing. Although the contortion technique here also includes various extreme movements, the essence is to maintain the muscles, bones, etc. in the best condition from the inside.
It also has the function of developing acupoints!
Therefore, this is basically a body-building technique!
"Mom, do I really want to learn? I can't do that."
Hu Qing swallowed hard. The posture was not important. It was to use specific movements to force spiritual power to develop the body's potential. Shui Xin did it easily, but it hurt her just looking at it.
She lowered her head and looked at Hu Nuan: "In this case, Mom can't make up her mind either. You go back and ask the elder who taught you how to practice. Don't say it was taught by your uncle, just say it was the exercise that Mom bought for you."
Having said this, Hu Qing hurriedly went to the weapon refining room to find Shui Xin: "Can you tell others about the contortion technique? Will it bring you trouble?"
Shui Xin: "No, I got it from my adventure, and not everyone can practice it. Oh, forget it if you can't learn it."
Hu Qing: ...There is no guarantee of after-sales service.
He said to Hu Nuan: "Go back and ask the elders. Let's listen to other people's opinions with an open mind."
Hu Nuan nodded, Elder Shitou would definitely not agree, definitely not.
In the afternoon, Hu Nuan obediently went to the study and took out a large piece of paper to write big characters on. Hu Qing knew something was wrong when he saw the erratic look in her eyes, and called out slowly: "Xiao Nuan?"
Hu Nuan groaned: "It's all the master's fault."
Hu Qing: "My mother doesn't care whether your master is good or not. Come on, tell me what you have done."
He talked so much about coming back, but he only said that he was in Guguang City. It seems that he committed something in the Chaohua Sect.
Hu Nuan still hummed, and Hu Qing raised his voice: "Stretch out your hand."
Hu Nuan immediately put his two little hands behind his back and said he would be lenient if he confessed.
Hu Qing didn't get angry, she was just worried. "A child is so young, so he doesn't know how to cover up and hide things. It turns out that her sweet baby also has the skill of perspective. Why does she feel like she is the same as Hu Huahua?"
"Can you see behind the wall?"
Hu Nuan said: "I feel like I can see it."
Hu lightly touched his left wrist.
Silk cloth said: "Her consciousness is stronger than that of ordinary people, and so are you. This kind of situation is not uncommon in the fairy world."
Hu Qing felt relieved and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's a good thing. But good things have to be kept secret, just like how many spiritual stones my mother has is our family's secret and cannot be told to others. If others find out, they will steal it. You
How sad my mother is when she is so young and can't see her after being taken away."
Hu Nuan suddenly felt aggrieved and threw himself into her arms: "Mom, master punished me for writing big characters."
Oops, my baby has been wronged. He is punished even though he did a good deed.
"Don't be afraid, mom will write it for you."
Hu Nuan is so touched, with starry eyes, Mom is the best.
After Hu Qing finished writing three pieces, Hu Nuan was moved and stepped back with a blank look on his face: "Mom, go ahead and do your work. I can do it myself."
Hu Qing: "..."
Ahem, I'm disgusted.
Unconvinced: "Mom turns out to be very good at handwriting."
I feel guilty, but it's actually just average, and can still be rated as mid-to-upper-tier.
Little adult Hu Nuan sighed: "I forgot that my mother learned the calligraphy here later than me. It is already very good to write it like this. Go and do your work, mother."
Oh, are you despising your useless old mother?
Hu Nuan: "Mom is already great, but she won't be great at everything."
Hu Qing had nothing to say. She was educating her based on the same words she taught her daughter. She felt inexplicably that she had gone to a university for the elderly and ended up with a child who had no desires or demands for her old mother and was left to her own devices.
Heart, aching.
Look, look, this is the fate of bear parents who don’t seek to make progress!
"Just wait, mom will write better than you sooner or later."
Hu Nuan waved her little hands: "Mom is the best, I know, mom, go and do your work."
"..."
Hu Qing went downstairs in embarrassment, pushed open the refining room, and complained to Shui Xin: "I am a mother who doesn't work hard enough? Then Qiao Yu is also sick. How can she punish the child to write any big characters? How old is she? She has the ability to punish her a little.
I will."
Shui Xin was speechless. It would be unlucky for a good teacher to meet a parent like you.
"Don't disturb me, just go and do your business. Oh, dinner is ready and will be brought in."
Hu Qing curled his lips, one and two of them despised themselves so much.
"Your refining furnace looks ordinary."
Shui Xin used his own refining furnace to deeply process four beads, including his own. He said: "One, two or three of your families all have ulterior secrets. I will help you hide them. I will refine the beads."
It's not very powerful, so you can just use it, whether you can hide it well or not depends on luck."
Hu Qing paused and murmured in a low voice: "Who doesn't have a secret anymore? Which monk dares to expose all his trump cards."
Shui Xin glanced at her: "Don't expose it."
Hu Qing coughed: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll make you something to eat."
It was as if the dead monk could see through all her secrets with one pair of eyes.
Silk cloth thought to himself that the young monk could only pretend to see through Hu Qing. After all, even he himself could not completely see through Hu Qing.
"Find a quiet place."
Hu Qing was stunned, looked inside the house, went to the backyard, and climbed into the tree house.
"What for?"
Silk cloth: "Of course it's to see the baby."
What baby?
"Take out that blue-purple box."
It turned out to be that one. Hu Qing took out the box and said strangely: "This is the treasure you are talking about? There are so many jade boxes and spiritual stones."
Silk cloth mocked: "Those things will be garbage on the roadside when they go to the fairy world."
Hu Qing also laughed at it: "Why do you follow an ordinary person who treats garbage as a treasure?"
Silk cloth was angry: "You can recall for yourself how you recognized me as your master."
Hu Qing: "Didn't you find it yourself?"
If it had a body, Silk Bu's heart must be hurting at this moment. It calmed down and said, "Stop talking nonsense and do as I say."
Hu Qing shook the box, but there was no movement inside: "Is it necessary to shed blood to recognize the master?"
Silk cloth sneered: "What good thing are you thinking about? You think this is garbage on the roadside."
Hu Qing: "Aren't you the Lord who shed blood?"
Silk cloth choked: "You forced me to do it!"
Hu Qing rolled his eyes. I didn't mean it. Who told you to turn into a piece of rags? If you turned into a stone, would I use you to wrap the wound?
It’s better not to talk about it anymore, it’s all about fate, and fate is not something that can be controlled by anyone at all.
"Bite your fingertips and draw as I say."
Hu lightly bit the tip of his index finger and muttered: "It's better to use blood."
Silk cloth just pretended not to hear: "Draw a Bagua picture. Can you draw a Bagua picture?"
Hu Qing has a dark face and draws gossip, which is very wasteful.
I drew it and drew it on the lid of the box, biting my finger twice in the middle.
When she finished painting and felt it was done, Silkbu said calmly: "Draw the other five sides as well."
Hu Qing: "..."
She suspected that the broken silk cloth was taking revenge on her.
It's not just gossip, she can do any amount of gossip.
If you bite your finger hard, we are also a cruel person.
Silk cloth is satisfied. Although I didn't mean to torture you, I feel really happy.
