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Chapter 948

Chapter 948

Huzi wanted to be a swordsman, so he found a small branch and made decent gestures.

Front stab, side chop, backhand sweep.

The moves and movements were nondescript, but when they fell into the wooden man's eyes, his expression suddenly became dazed.

Hold the towel tightly with your right hand and slap your forehead hard with your left hand.

The pain is self-evident.

I obviously remembered something, something, but I couldn't connect it with it.

This made him extremely uncomfortable, and he wished he could pry open his skull and carefully study which nerve was at fault.

"How about wood? I practiced well, right?"

Hu Zi clumsily "sheathed his sword" and pretended to be angry and said in his Dantian: "My sword technique is the nameless divine sword."

"When you practice to level ninety-nine and seventy-two, you will be able to fly with a sword like a Taoist disciple."

"A sword comes from the east, a sword goes to the west..."

Huzi shook his head and boasted proudly.

The girl walked out of the kitchen and went to the well to fetch water. She corrected her mistake with a smile and said: "Nine-nine and eighty-one, not seventy-two."

"Also, what's the nameless divine sword? It's obviously a fake technique you secretly learned from Uncle Luo."

"It only has its own shape and is vulnerable to attack."

Huzi blushed, dropped the branch and protested: "It's not a fake move. Uncle Luo said, this swordsmanship should be regarded as the best in China."

"As long as I practice well, it will be easy to defeat one against ten."

The girl joked: "Yo yo yo, according to what you said, would you dare the number one master in China to work as a herbal collector in our Dongwan Village?"

"I just lied to ignorant children like you and made fun of you."

Hu Zi was about to speak but stopped, showing an annoyed look.

When the girl returned to the kitchen, the wooden man asked: "Your name is Wang Rendong. Where is your sister? What is her name?"

Huzi wilted and said: "Wang Xinyi."

The wooden man said thoughtfully: "Xinyi flower, the buds can be used as medicine. Your father must have given the name to it."

The boy was looking for the marbles he had thrown out in the yard, and without looking up he said, "My mom got them."

"My mother has read books and is a cultural person."

"My dad can't read a word, how could he come up with such a nice name."

"According to his wishes, my sister's names are Wang Erya and Wang Cuixiang."

"My name is Wang Goucheng and Wang Erlu."

"It's because the name is cheap and it's easy to make a living."

"It's a good thing that my mother didn't agree and kept insisting, otherwise you would have called me a dog-singing second-ass donkey right now."

The wooden man was amused, covered his mouth and coughed: "It seems that there was a saying in the past that it was easy to make a living by being famous and humble."

Huzi said "yes" and continued to look for marbles.

He had ten marbles in total, and he just threw them out in excitement.

Only eight of them were found, and the remaining two were nowhere to be found.

The little guy was sweating anxiously, muttering about where he had thrown it, and feeling restless.

The wooden man pointed casually: "One is over there in the chicken coop, and the other is under the bricks by the well."

Huzi was doubtful, and mumbled: "You saw all the things I threw away?"

The wood smiled and said nothing, closed its eyes and felt the winter sunshine.

After a while, I heard Huzi shouting excitedly: "Wow, you can do it with wood, the marbles are really here."

"Stop making trouble, hurry up, wash your hands and eat." The young girl Wang Xinyi brought a bowl of sweet potato porridge to the wooden man, handed over the chopsticks and said: "People who have just recovered from a serious illness have a lighter diet, so I didn't give you pickles.

."

"It's also quite thin, so it's better to drink rice soup."

"There is still more in the pot after eating."

The young man who had accepted being called a wood didn't actually feel hungry, but faced with the girl's careful care, he still gratefully accepted it and said: "Thank you."

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