"Where did you teach you some time ago? How did you practice? Come and go to the yard to play with your father. [ ]"

Qin Ming was rarely at leisure this day, and he couldn't help but have the skill of pursuing his son. After all, the hunters paid the most attention to force. If the carving was not passed down by his ancestors and he was strictly ordered to abandon his descendants, I believe Qin Ming would not let Qin Mo learn it.

Qin Mo walked into the yard and started punching with great force. When he was hitting the Tiger Fist, Qin Mo obviously felt a little twisting and felt that the angle of the punch seemed to be incorrect.

It's strange, why does this punch feel a little more powerful to the left? Also, how do you feel that the back two inches of waist strength can be used more? This is how it is usually done? Why is it a bit weird today? Is it because of practicing the villain picture?

Qin Mo thought while beating, but finally, because his father was watching, he still finished a complete set of Tiger Fist in a normal manner.

Qin Ming looked at his son in the yard with relief and nodded

"Not bad, it's pretty, but you need to practice more in the future. Remember to avoid arrogance and impetuousness in practicing martial arts, and be complacent. Do you know?"

"I understand, father! The child will work hard!"

"Brother, are you at home?" A scream came from outside, and a strong man with a male head, big eyebrows, short hair, and about seven feet tall came over. It was Qin Dazhu, the deputy captain of the village hunting brigade.

"It's my third brother. Is there anything wrong? I'm leaving so anxious, sit down and drink a little water first!" Qin Ming went up, opened the fence at the entrance of the yard, and welcomed Qin Dazhu in.

"Hello, Uncle San!" Qin Mo greeted Qin Dazhu obediently.

"It's Mo'er, he has grown a lot taller!" Qin Dazhu looked at Qin Mo kindly with his eyes

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

After touching Qin Mo's little head, Qin Dazhu sat down with a big sword and a horse.

"Brother, it will be the vernal equinox in a few days. It will be rainy and rainy at that time. I'm afraid it will be unsuitable for hunting on the mountain. Do you see..."

As the captain of the village hunting brigade, Qin Ming also walked to the table and sat down.

"Well, it's time to enter the mountain again. Then you go and notify other team members in the village to gather at the training ground at the entrance of the village tomorrow morning and prepare to enter the mountain!"

"Brother, look at my sister-in-law's body, right... Otherwise, don't go into the mountain this time. My sister-in-law is pregnant and needs someone to take care of her!" Qin Dazhu looked at Qin Ming hesitantly.

"Hey, what's the matter? It's not the first time your sister-in-law is worried about. Besides, aren't there any third brother and sister at home to take care of you? And hunting is related to the collective interests of the village. How can you not go and not go!" Qin Ming stared at Qin Dazhu with his eyes staring at Qin Dazhu with his eyes glaring at his eyes

Fu looked at his third uncle and smiled and said, "It's okay, I can still take care of myself. Besides, with Mo'er, my third brother and sister come to take care of me often. It's okay, don't you know how angry he is? You don't have to persuade him anymore, hurry up and notify everyone!"

Qin Dazhu said the same thing when he saw his sister-in-law, and with his brother's clear personality of public and private, it was really hard to say. He shook his head and stopped dissuading him. He took a break and went to the village to notify everyone.

Qin Ming saw Qin Dazhu walking away and looked at Fu with a little apology.

"I'm not taking care of you at home, thank you again!"

Fu looked at her husband Qin Ming gently, and Wanran smiled, "It's okay, I can take good care of myself!"

Qin Ming held on to the soft hands of his wife Fu, then turned his head to stare at Qin Mo, "Mo'er, my father has to take good care of his mother at home during the period of time he entered the mountain, do you know?"

Qin Mo nodded vigorously and responded confidently

"Father, don't worry, go into the mountains to fight tigers. I've grown up and can take good care of my mother!" After saying that, he did not forget to wave his little fist.

Qin Ming looked at his eight-year-old son, who was about four feet tall. Although he was not as strong as when I was a child, he was not thin anymore. He nodded with relief, then got up and went into the room to pack up the items that entered the mountain.

The next morning, Qin Mo watched his father Qin Ming walk out of the yard with his bow and arrows and guns on his back and strode away to the training ground at the entrance of the village. Qin Mo honestly tied his horse stake. Although he wanted to go to the training ground to send his father off, when he thought of his father's severity, he could only keep his horse stake honestly.

When Qin Ming came to the training ground, there were already two rows of tall and strong men standing on the training ground!

Qin Xiaohu, who had just passed the thirteenth anniversary ceremony before the New Year, officially joined the village hunting brigade in March. This was the first time he followed the brigade to hunt in the mountains. He was very excited. Looking at the captain Qin Ming, who was walking towards him, his head raised higher and his chest became more straighter.

Qin Ming is also the strongest in the clan. I heard that he has entered the realm of a warrior. His strength can produce a tiger and his speed is as fast as a galloping horse. Qin Xiaohu has admired Qin Ming since he was a child. This time he can follow his idol in his heart to the mountain at close range, and his heart keeps "bounced" and jumping. He tries to show his best side, hoping to attract Qin Ming's attention.

Qin Ming looked at Qin Xiaohu and nodded with satisfaction. He heard that he was able to lift 500 kilograms of big stones at a young age. He is the best among the younger generation and worth cultivating! He happened to take advantage of this time to enter the mountain and teach him well.

Retracting his thoughts and looking at the hunting team members who were ready, Qin Ming shouted loudly, "Go away! Enter the mountain!"

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Retracting his slightly sore feet, Qin Mo looked in the room and saw that his mother had not yet gotten up. He remembered the heat flow in the lower dantian of the abdomen when he practiced the nine movements yesterday afternoon, and couldn't help but do the nine movements in the little man's book.

An hour later, Qin Mo felt a trace of heat under his abdomen, as he did yesterday, flowing to various parts of his body as he moved, and then slowly disappeared. Qin Mo already knew that the heat was not gone, but turned into energy to strengthen his body's skin.

It was so comfortable. Feeling the warm body, Qin Mo moaned comfortably. If it weren't for the pain in these nine movements, then I guess it wouldn't be so comfortable!

"I wonder if this is considered internal energy? But Xiao Xuanxian, you said that internal energy is the gas flowing in the body and will not disappear completely. Forget it, I don't think about it anymore. I'll ask Xiao Xuanxian at that time, will you know everything?"

In fact, Qin Mo didn't know that when he did those nine movements, a trace of air flowed into the eight extraordinary meridians that had been opened for the first time, and the air flow was automatically converted into pure energy to slowly stimulate the acupoints, broaden, and nourish the newly opened meridians!

Most of the airflow was still dormant in the Dantian. As Qin Mo's movements, he slowly absorbed external energy and slowly increased the airflow. However, Qin Mo's mental power was too weak at this time and could not look inward. He determined that the airflow flowing into the meridians had disappeared based on his senses.

Qin Mo withdrew his mind and focused on those nine movements, repeating them again and again. When a ray of light appeared in the distance, Qin Mo also stopped the nine movements, otherwise his mother would see him doing such strange movements and would ask questions again.

The Tiger Fist is the most common and basic boxing technique in the mainland. The Derivative Fist of the Mainland that advocates martial arts, everyone basically knows this set of boxing. Although it is not a good boxing technique and its power is not very powerful, the key is to strengthen the body and popularize people from all walks of life, at least, the lowest-level hunters and civilians also have the opportunity to practice. Just like Huangfengling, all hunters in the village can play this set of boxing techniques, and they can play with great power.

Qin Mo was seriously slamming the Huhu Fist, punching and walking. Suddenly, Qin Mo thought about the feeling of his body twisting when he practiced the Huhu Fist in front of his father yesterday. Now his father is not here, and even if he makes a mistake, he doesn't have to be afraid of being scolded.

So, Qin Mo couldn't help but fight with his body feeling. He punched slowly and quickly, and the steps he stepped on his feet also changed. Sometimes he couldn't help but rub the movements in the nine villain's pictures, which were very different from the original Tiger Fu Fist, which was simplified from the original eighteen movements to only fifteen movements, that is, from the original eighteen punches to only fifteen punches! Although there were fewer movements, the connection between the entire set of boxing techniques was tighter and more round and more comfortable!

At this time, the disappearing heat flow in the dantian that was originally hot when Qin Mo was practicing the movements of the little man picture, and strangely rotated around the dantian, and then slowly distributed a trace of air flow along the eight meridians to Qin Mo's shoulders. However, when it reached the shoulder position, it stopped and seemed to be blocked by an invisible diaphragm. Perhaps the air flow was too small, and it disappeared after two impacts. After all, the meridians that had just been opened were still too fragile, and the width of the meridians was also small, so they could not withstand the inflow of a large amount of internal energy!

At this time, if Qin Ming saw the Tiger Fist that Qin Mo made here, he would be furious and scolded the brat for making a good set of boxing techniques into such an unknown appearance.

After a set of punches, Qin Mo not only did not feel the feeling of twisting yesterday, but his whole body was comfortable and unspeakable, but his shoulder position felt a little painful. He shook it hard, but he couldn't feel it.

After all, I am still a child, and I don’t care much about it if I don’t understand. Thinking that the carving today has not been completed, I turned around and walked to the stone platform next to the entrance of the yard to start carving.

Today, it is also a tiger-shaped wood carving. This is the method Qin Ming taught Qin Mo to practice. Instead of the complicated and complicated practice, it is better to specialize in one item. To lay the foundation, you should first master the power and accuracy of the knife swing before practicing other things.

So Qin Mo decided to carve a tiger-shaped wood carving every day! The knife in Qin Mo's hand was as clever and light as life, flying up and down, left and right, and pieces of wood debris, large or small, kept flying with the knife.

After a while, the lines gradually became clear with the traces of the knife. Then, a tiger-shaped wood carving slowly appeared. After picking the last knife, Qin Mo felt a little tired in his dark eyes due to excessive energy consumption. But it was finally completed. Looking at the wood carving carved on his hand, although it was far from the level of his father, it still made a little progress.

Putting down the wood carving, Qin Mo walked to the stone platform and grabbed two ten-kilogram stone piers with both hands and kept lifting them down. This was also one of Qin Ming's daily tasks assigned to Qin Mo. He lifted weights for an hour and used them to strengthen their strength and exercise their body's arm strength.

"If you want to become an excellent hunter, you must have strong arm strength, otherwise you can't even pull the bow and arrow, so how can you rush in the forest?" This is a sentence that Qin Ming often said at the beginning.

Qin Mo kept holding the stone pier, "This is usually the most difficult time for me, why is it so relaxed today? Is it because my strength is great? No wonder I felt a little light when I just lifted the stone pier." Qin Mo said silently.

Putting down the stone pier, he walked to the 50-pound stone pier beside him, holding his head with both hands, and with a "huh", he saw that the two 50-pound stone piers slowly rose from the ground! Finally, they were on the same pace as their shoulders! Qin Mo put down the two 50-pound stone piers with a red face! He kept gasping! But his eyes could not hide the shock!

Usually I can lift a stone pier weighing twenty kilograms, and even a thirty kilogram can only barely get off the ground! But just now I did lift two stone piers weighing fifty kilograms! Although it was a little difficult! But that was indeed lifted!

Qin Xiaohu, a recognized young man in the village, heard that he could only lift a 50-kilogram stone pier when he was eight years old. Could it be that he was even more powerful than Brother Xiaohu? It would take several months for him to reach eight years old!
Chapter completed!