"You can have such a vision if you practice with me for a period of time."
"Wow! Really! Good, good."
"What martial arts did your adoptive father teach you?"
Talking about the rebel father, Huan Xin was quite upset. She had just been forced to kill the rabbit. This incident was not big or small, but it still stuck in her throat. "He taught me dozens of internal skills and several moves."
"Oh? What kind of internal strength are you talking about?"
Huan Xin raised his eyebrows, and a lot of nouns came out of his mouth like a rhyme, all of which were basic internal skills and mid-to-low-level moves from various sects and martial arts families in the world.
Sun Lizhai was quite surprised.
These martial arts are not secret secrets of the sect. Over the years, sect traitors and martial arts thieves have continuously leaked the secrets, so there are many rumors in the world. However, there are really very few people who have learned as much as Huan Xin.
"Bring your hand." Sun Lizhai felt Huanxin's pulse. A wisp of Guiyuan's internal energy seeped into the meridians, but there was nothing along the way. Then she explored the sea of Qi in the middle of the body and the Dantian in the lower abdomen.
Sure enough, Huan Xin's inner energy was concentrated in these two places without leaking out at all. This shows that she has profound skills and controls the inner energy like an arm with her fingers.
"You have such a deep foundation at such a young age. Your adoptive father taught you well." Sun Lizhai praised.
Then she felt the properties of Huan Xin's inner energy more carefully.
"The five qi are harmonized, and the Hunyuan becomes one! Amazing! Amazing!"
Sun Lizhai nodded repeatedly, "Did you explore this internal skill on your own, or did your adoptive father teach you how to practice it?"
"It was my adoptive father who taught me." When Huanxin heard the fairy sister praising her adoptive father so highly, the awkward mood in her heart suddenly disappeared.
Children's tempers are like this. They are often willing to listen to the words of the people they like, but sometimes they don't care so much about the people close to them.
The little girl recalled that she had been with her adoptive father for many years. The wind and rain had gone through, and his tall figure seemed like a mountain in the dark night, blocking out the torrents and waves. Perhaps he was used to pain and crying, so he could not bear the sorrow of the flower.
The behavior of pitying grass is quite disdainful.
That's right, Huan Xin thought to himself, it was his fault.
Sun Lizhai noticed the little girl's depressed thoughts and comforted her: "When relatives get along, they always put respect first and respect each other, so that they don't get spoiled. Your adoptive father must understand you and be happy when you go back.
That’s fine, no need to say more.”
Huan Xin nodded. Loyalty and filial piety are the foundation of things. This has always been the case.
"I have nothing to teach you for the time being, but you can come to my place to play at any time. If you have any questions, you can come to me. Also," Sun Lizhai looked serious, "never leave the valley, or even get close to the mouth of the valley."
Although Huan Xin was confused, she nodded in agreement.
My adoptive father told me not to leave the valley, and now my fairy sister told me not to get close to the valley entrance. Is the outside world really that dangerous?
She still misses the world full of fireworks, but now the people close to her and those she loves are like the supervisors of the cage, preventing her from longing for the blue sky.
The days that followed returned to simplicity.
Huanxin's daily work is to cut bamboo, carry soil, and continue to build bamboo houses. In addition, she practices martial arts. Her adoptive father has been very busy recently, so Huanxin can go to see Sun Lizhai naturally. After complaining several times, her adoptive father also
I acquiesced.
After all, that woman's martial arts skills are very high. If she wants to harm the father and daughter, she probably doesn't need to go through too many twists and turns.
One day, Huanxin opened the door of her adoptive father's room. Unexpectedly, there was a wooden figure standing in the room. The pillars and pillars looked like a pile of stacked logs. The joints were wooden balls, and it moved a few times.
, making a "crunching" sound.
Huanxin exclaimed: "Wow? What is this?"
The adoptive father stood behind the wooden figure and did not notice the arrival of his adopted daughter at all. He murmured to himself: "The 'backing energy' is insufficient and cannot move the two arms. The left foot is 'sinking' more than the right foot, causing it to be 'deformed'..."
"He frowned, sighed, and moved the wooden figure to the corner.
This time, he saw Huan Xin.
The little girl pretended to cry, "Wow! Foster father, you will ask Xin'er to chop down trees and carry soil all day long, but you hide in the room and play with puppets!"
Although Huanxin pretended to cry, she recalled the hard work in the past few decades and the unpleasantness that happened that day. The grievances hidden in her heart were unconsciously released, and the tears really flowed out. She felt the heat.
Tears washed down my face, imagining that my face was now
Soaked in the warm river, the remaining mud spots on her face were blurred, like a spotted cat. It must have been both embarrassing and ugly. She hurriedly tried to stop crying, but her heart was beating.
, his throat was sobbing, and his mouth was pursed, but he still couldn't hold back his intermittent whimpering.
The adoptive father hurriedly walked to Huanxin and wiped away the tears and stains on her face with his hands.
The palms were as rough as tree bark, with a temperature hotter than tears. Huan Xin's face was held, as if the snowflakes floating in the air were gently caught by the sun, and An Ran could turn into a pool of spring water.
"Woo...Woo..."
"Don't cry, my dear! This wooden man is not for fun!" The adoptive father wiped her face, and then took out an old secret book from his arms, "Look."
Huanxin opened her eyes and looked at the book cover with her watery eyes vaguely.
"Mystery of Tianshu"
The adoptive father said: "This secret book was given to me by my adoptive father's close friend before I entered the valley. What it says is very conclusive: 'A wooden man with skillful work has complete hands and feet, his heart is painted with blood, he is empowered with true power, he can hold a sword, and he can throw stones.
, as if alive, if I can handle it according to the law, in the future there will be many wooden people in this valley to accompany Xin'er to practice martial arts and study, and there will be no need to look for that strange woman..."
Huanxin broke into tears and laughed, and then got angry, "Okay, foster father, why do you say bad things about the fairy sister? She has praised you many times!"
The adoptive father raised his eyebrows, "Oh? What did that person say?"
"Hehe, she said you..."
"Me what?"
"You are said to be good at martial arts, knowledgeable, tall and handsome, and have a unique character. You must have been a handsome young man when you were young!"
The adoptive father's face turned red, "You kid, how did you learn to lie! But..." He stroked his beard proudly, "When my father was young, he was indeed a handsome man who was hard to find around. She had good taste! Not bad!
"
Huan Xin secretly curled her lips, the fairy sister was right, old men are narcissistic, and they can raise their tails to the sky with just a few compliments.
The adoptive father noticed that he was losing his temper and coughed twice, "Children, let's make trouble here. Let's go for a walk and play by ourselves." He walked to a pile of wood beside the bed, picked at it, and sighed from time to time.
Huanxin saw that he was looking for good wood, so she decided to find some good wood for him, and immediately left quietly.
Carrying the ax, she left the bamboo hut and walked north. There was a dense forest, and she cut down a lot of wood in a short time. Huanxin was also deeply blessed, and after walking around for three moments, she actually found a Phoenix Phoenix sycamore.
In the world's rare treasures, this is also a good item of the sixth grade.
The little girl thought that she should be praised by her adoptive father this time, so she cut a piece of wood and leaned down to hold it.
However, there were hidden thorns growing on the wood. Huan Xin said "Ouch" and let go of the wood, but a hole was made. Blood flowed continuously, dyeing the sycamore wood red.
Huan Xin was not upset. He licked his palm first and then bandaged it with a handkerchief. Then he carefully picked up the wood and said, "Little wood, don't be upset. My adoptive father is very skilled in craftsmanship and will definitely make you ten times more beautiful than you are now."
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The little girl happily returned to the bamboo house. She saw her adoptive father standing in the open space in front of the house from a distance, so she shouted loudly: "Father! Look! I have found good wood for you!"
He called out, but got no response. Huan Xin immediately knew something was wrong. He threw down the wood and rushed to his adoptive father. He saw white steam steaming from his head. His hands were wrapped with twelve thin threads, and he was standing with a wooden body sitting in front of him.
People are connected.
"Why is this?"
"Xin'er... don't panic... quickly cut out twelve nine-inch long bamboo thorns, and stab them below my 'Xuanji' and above 'Shenque'... all the acupoints of Ren meridian..."
Huan anxiously went to get the carpenter's box and green bamboo slices, cut twelve green bamboo thorns, and returned to his adoptive father's place.
At this time, he was already on the verge of collapse, Huanxin did not dare to delay, and quickly inserted the bamboo thorn into his foster father's Renmai acupoint.
"Huagai...Yutang...Juque..."
After acupuncture on the twelve acupuncture points, a stream of yang and harmony energy burst out from the adoptive father's body, pushing Huanxin back repeatedly. Then, the fine threads in the adoptive father's hands broke, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up.
.
Huanxin had just dealt with it properly, and then she realized that her hands and feet were shaking.
The adoptive father chuckled at her, "Good boy, good boy."
Huan Xin stood there blankly, almost crying again, when her adoptive father suddenly hugged the wooden figure on the ground deeply.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? Why do you want to take away my Qi? Are you trying to harm me?!"
