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"Senior Brother Ma, how many trees do you have to cut before your master can teach me the magic skills?" After cutting down a tree, Wang Shouzhong couldn't help but ask the leading senior brother.

"have no idea."

"Senior Brother Ma, how long have you been cutting down the tree?" Wang Shouzhong asked again.

“Three months.”

Three months?! Wang Shouzhong was shocked and cut down the tree for three months, but he had not passed the test of his master?

Well, it must be that Senior Brother Ma has no understanding and his master is unwilling to accept him. It is obvious that he is from a poor peasant family, and perhaps he has never read any books. He is different. He is a family of officials and scholars. Perhaps in two or three days, the master will take him as his personal disciple and pass on his immortal skills!

Qiu Ming was also listening to the conversation here. When did Dao Zheng Ma still cut down trees after three months of age, he also frowned. When will this test end?

"Senior Brother Ma, do you know how long the tree has been cut down by the master as the master's personal disciple?" Wang Shouzhong thought for a while and asked again.

"The fastest one? I heard that it was the eldest brother, Master Sun. It took only three days to get his master to get into the door wall. Now he has been practicing Taoism with Master for more than 20 years and can fly away the clouds and mist."

Flying the clouds and fog? Qiu Ming's heart moved. If the senior brother can do this, then the master should be even more powerful.

Qiu Ming also wants to learn to fly the clouds and be able to fly, perhaps everyone’s dream.

Wang Shouzhong felt even more relaxed when he heard Senior Brother Ma's words. He thought that he was the "outstanding talent" person here and would definitely be valued by his master. The senior brother took three days and he could not use five days. For the sake of immortal arts, he would definitely hold on!

Qiu Ming, who was trying hard to cut down the tree, suddenly realized that the action of cutting down the tree seemed to be very similar to one of his family's moves, and that action was also a horse stance chop.

He held the axe and slashed according to that movement, and all the axes were cut into the trunk in an instant.

Really useful!

Qiu Ming scratched his head, maybe he could use this action to cut down trees. While cutting trees, he could also practice moves, killing two birds with one stone.

In the Taoist temple on the mountain, the old Taoist looked at the mirror in front of him. In the mirror, there was an image of the back mountain. The old Taoist showed a hint of doubt. When Qiu Ming just now, he seemed to have much speed and power much larger than before. He could cut so deep with an axe?

Could it be that he used the secret technique of Buddhism?

Qiu Ming used his family's moves to cut trees faster, but he felt even more tired.

He was about to chant the Heart Sutra in a low voice to recover his strength when he suddenly heard the old Taoist voice in his ears: "In my Taoist temple, you are not allowed to practice Buddhist magic!"

The axe in Qiu Ming's hand was scared. He looked around and could not see the old Taoist figure at all. Could it be that the old Taoist could actually see the back mountain in the Taoist temple and talk to him?!

"Brother Xiaoming, why did you throw the axe? If you are tired, just sit for a while. There is no requirement for the number of trees cut down anyway." Wang Shouzhong sat on a fallen tree trunk, took out a square towel from his arms to wipe his sweat.

Others sweat, rub them with their sleeves, which makes them look particularly unique.

How could Qiu Ming dare to be lazy at this time? He shook his head, picked up the axe, and then cut down another tree.

Still using the family-born moves, Qiu Ming knocked down a tree in a few seconds. He gasped and walked towards the next tree.

The old Taoist on the mountain exclaimed lightly. Qiu Ming did not use Buddhist secret techniques, and could cut down a tree so quickly. So, isn’t Qiu Ming’s action of cutting trees belonging to Buddhist secret techniques?

The Laoshan School also has some swordsmanship, which is very powerful even after practicing it to a high level. He guessed that Qiu Ming's tree-cutting action was similar to this, but he just didn't know who taught him.

This Qiu Ming seems to have many secrets.

The old Taoist's right hand gently brushed over the mirror, and the picture on the mirror disappeared. He closed his eyes again, and there was a tranquility in the Taoist temple, only the blue smoke from the incense burner slowly rose.

Although Qiu Ming tried hard to persevere, he still couldn't hold on in the end. The axe was cut into the tree and was pinched tightly, but he couldn't pull it out.

"This new junior brother, there is no need to work so hard. We are like you. When we first came, we were exhausted, but after so long, we are still cutting trees? If we are tired, we should rest for a while, it doesn't matter." A person next to us said to Qiu Ming.

Qiu Mingxin said, have you tried to be stared at cutting down a tree?

"Thank you for your concern. I'll take a break and continue cutting down trees later."

"No need to cut down any more. We are here to chop wood. These are enough. Divide the tree into segments, remove the branches, and start to turn to the Taoist temple."

Without sawing, everyone cut the tree into small sections, then tied it with thick hemp rope, and carried it back to the Taoist temple.

With just one stump, Qiu Ming felt that his waist could not be straightened. Seeing that Master Ma had carried three stumps in one go, and seemed to be steering as fast as he could, Qiu Ming immediately cast an admirable look.

This Taoist Master Ma doesn’t look much stronger than him, so why is he so strong?

Seeing Qiu Ming's puzzled gaze, the man next to him explained: "Although Senior Brother Ma has not learned the Taoist magic, his master allowed the elder brother to teach some breathing and breathing formulas. When I went up the mountain, I was much more powerful than him, and now I am far inferior to him."

No matter what legend is in, Taoism has the technique of breathing and breathing. Qiu Ming didn’t know how much Taoist Ma learned, but it looked very powerful and seemed to be effective than the Heart Sutra.

If you can learn this, the Heart Sutra can also be effective when you recite silently, then even if he doesn’t know much martial arts, three or five people will not be his opponent!

"Has only Senior Brother Ma learned it?" Qiu Ming asked.

"I heard that there were several senior brothers who learned it before. Although they were unable to become the master's personal disciple, they were already very extraordinary after learning these. One senior brother also learned swordsmanship. It is said that he is now a hero and righteous person."

When he said these words, the person's eyes were filled with longing.

Qiu Ming looked up at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. Master also taught swordsmanship? But it is normal to think about it. According to legend, Taoism has many skilled sword immortals.

Is there any move to fly with a sword or kill the enemy? Qiu Ming has longed for this for a long time.

Qiu Ming and his friends transported the wood back to the Taoist temple one by one. After two trips, Qiu Ming looked at the woodshed that was about to be filled. The woodshed in this Taoist temple is too small, and it can't hold so much wood at all.

But when he came back from transporting wood for the third time, he found that the wood was empty, as if there had never been any wood here just now.

How could it be that a dozen of them transported wood, and there were only a few personal disciples in the Taoist temple who did not need to chop wood. How could they transport all the wood away so quickly?

On the way down the mountain, Master Zhao was walking slowly with a hill-like wood in his left hand. His relaxed expression was like holding a small branch...
Chapter completed!