Children also need to start practicing martial arts. They can no longer live as leisurely every day. People are lazy and will inevitably become lazy over time.

There is also Mo Mo. After raising him for these days, he has become more and more round. After standing up straight, he is much taller. His face is still dark. I don’t know when Mu Yue will let him get rid of the black layer on his face and the toxins in his body. Although Mu Yue said that it has affected his mind, Guo Qi still wants to try it and make Mo Mo more complete and sound.

If Mo Mo had always been like this, then he would not have the face to take him back to Zixia Mountain to pay tribute to his father in the future. Who can help his father's grudges?

He carefully took out the somewhat worn-out giant painting. All the things on this painting had long been imprinted in Guoqi's mind, which made her feel the urge to cry when she thought of it. He gently stroked the peerless face of the person on the painting. What kind of person is this! His country's face and peerless figure make people fall into sank at one glance. The figure paintings on the painting are vivid, and you can feel the same with your eyes closed. The overwhelming anger and deep hatred in the strokes, Guoqi knew that there was a shocking conspiracy here, waiting for Mo Mo to find out, dig, and take back what should belong to him.

“Huh…”

Why is there a place on the drawing that is particularly thick and it feels a bit rough? Guo Qi touched the lower left corner of the painting and was not very flat. It would be easy to ignore it if it was not careful. Is there any mystery here?

Guoqi was a little excited and started to fumble carefully with the oil lamp. She didn't dare to get too close, for fear of accidentally burning the painting. After confirming that there was something inside, Guoqi took out the dagger with her and began to pry the layer on the painting bit by bit. The person who hid the things was so talented that she actually thought of hiding the things in the painting, which really made her unable to accept it.

Finally, after a long time, the corner of the painting was pried open a little. Doing this kind of work requires extraordinary patience and perseverance, otherwise you can accidentally get rid of the painting, which is something Guo Qi never wants.

After a long time, Guoqi finally pried open the entire corner, and the one in front of Guoqi was a large piece of paper, with pictures and words on the paper, and these images were a whole set, and the movements were as flexible as flowing water. Next to the painting, it was written: Heart and intention, intention and qi, and strength. Seeing these three sentences, Guoqi's mind flashed. Isn't this the basis for martial arts? Is this a set of martial arts skills? This is too bloody. Like acting in a TV series, the seniors of the early monks made a suspense, waiting for the younger generation to discover, dig, and inherit peerless martial arts. Could it be that he also lost his luck? Guoqi's head was a little dizzy, and of course he was extraordinary excited.

The more I looked back, the more I was sure that this was really a martial arts secret. After only two or three moves, I felt that there was a little more force in my body. I wonder if this was left by Mo Mo's father! If it was true, should I practice it? Or let Mo Mo practice it together. I have to find an opportunity to ask him. After all, it is his father's thing. Even if I say it will help Mo Mo, if I want to practice this martial arts, I still have to ask Mo Mo, although he may not understand it.

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Chapter completed!