In the early morning, before the sun had risen, the villagers carried farm tools to the sweet potato fields to loosen the soil. They heard a deep voice coming from not far away: "Erect your head, look forward, and straighten your back."
, Toes are buckled inward..."
Everyone couldn't help but look up and could faintly see two figures, one large and one small, at the foot of the mountain:
"That's Master He teaching Xi Yatou how to practice, right? He actually started so early. Uncle Wufu and the others are really willing to let Xi Yatou suffer like this!"
"Didn't Xi Yatou find this master by herself? Uncle Wufu and the others would definitely be reluctant to part with him. But this Master He looks special. Most likely, he is someone who has seen blood."
"You have to endure hardships to become a master. Xi Yatou's practice is not a bad thing. Besides, with her in the village, we people can sleep much more peacefully at night."
"..."
The villagers discussed it for a while, some didn't understand, and some thought it was a good thing. If their children had the opportunity to practice martial arts, they would definitely be willing to let their children learn.
Song Xixi didn't know what they were talking about, and was squatting on horseback according to the key points mentioned by He Hong.
The construction of the martial arts arena started smoothly, and with Song Jin helping to supervise the work, she almost didn't need to run outside in the bright sun.
He Hong did not hesitate for a moment and immediately urged Song Xixi to exercise his physical strength, starting with running around the back mountain.
Song Xixi looks thin, but her physique is incredible. In addition, she often runs in the mountains, and her physical endurance is extraordinary. After only five days of running, He Hong didn't let her run anymore. Today he officially taught her basic skills.
It's a squatting horse stance.
Not long after squatting, Song Xixi was sweating profusely, her legs were shaking, almost numb, and she felt like she was about to leave her body and run away from home.
After about a moment, she started to shake and she couldn't hold on any longer.
But He Hong didn't say anything, and she didn't dare to sit down and rest. Unexpectedly, her ankle sprained uncontrollably and her body fell to one side.
Song Xixi panicked, and just as she was about to stabilize herself, a slender bamboo stick, as if it had eyes, hit her calf quickly and accurately.
Being whipped was not enough, He Hong said inhumanely: "Reset the timer."
Song Xixi's vision went dark and she almost sat down on the ground.
He Hong glanced at her without saying anything, played with the simple homemade dripper, sat on the stone nearby and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
"yes."
Song Xixi knew He Hong's temper. Whenever she showed any dissatisfaction, He Hong would immediately pack up and leave, and would never stay to teach her martial arts.
With this thought in her mind, she suppressed all the negative emotions that suddenly surged in her heart, took a deep breath, adjusted her posture and continued to squat.
Standing like a torturer until the sun was rising, his fair face was reddened by the increasingly hot sun. The water in the dripper finally ran out, and He Hong finally said: "That's it."
As if hearing the sounds of nature, Song Xixi sat directly on the ground and began to massage her sore and tight calves.
Seeing He Hong's dissatisfied expression, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Sir, I will practice more and try to squat longer in the future."
He Hong relaxed his brows and praised lightly: "It's my first time to squat for an hour, which is not bad."
Song Xixi was overjoyed, and her waist and legs no longer ached: "Sir, I will continue to work hard, practice basic skills as soon as possible, and learn martial arts from you!"
He Hong nodded, got up and walked towards the village.
Song Xixi patted her calf a few times quickly, and after she managed to get up and walk, she picked up the simple drip dripping beside her and followed.
On the way, she asked the question she had wanted to ask for a long time: "Sir, why do you have to squat on the horse before practicing?"
He Hong explained: "The first is to practice leg strength and stabilize the lower body; the second is to gather energy and practice internal strength. You will know the benefits in the future."
As soon as he heard about internal strength, Song Xixi's spirit perked up, and various images of flying over eaves and walls flashed through his mind: "Sir, if you practice internal strength, will you be able to fly like a bird?"
The corners of He Hong's mouth twitched almost invisibly, and he turned around and asked, "Is this what I'm telling you?"
As soon as Song Xixi heard his tone, she knew that flying over the eaves and walking over the wall would not work, so she could only excuse herself: "I saw it from the story in the storybook."
He Hong glanced at her: "My brain is going crazy."
Song Xixi: "..."
Frustrated!
But she invited him here, so no matter how aggrieved he was, he could only endure it.
An almost invisible smile flashed across He Hong's eyes, and he said slowly: "Although practicing internal skills won't allow you to fly over walls and walls, it can make your body light. Once you've mastered it, it's no problem to climb up the walls of the city."
Song Xixi's eyes lit up: The city wall of Fucheng is three feet high, about as high as a three-story building. If you can climb it, it won't be like flying over the eaves and walking over the wall, but you won't be able to fly freely like a bird.
It’s good to be able to practice to this level. If she encounters a herd of wild boars that she can’t beat in the future, she can still climb mountains and trees to avoid danger!
The more Song Xixi thought about it, the more excited she became, and she solemnly said: "Sir, I will practice the basic skills as soon as possible and learn martial arts from you as soon as possible!"
From then on, she squatted on horseback every day. From the time she suffered back pain and leg cramps after squatting for half an hour, to being as stable as a mountain after squatting for two hours, it only took less than a month.
In addition, Song Xixi vaguely felt that some changes had occurred in her body from the inside out.
She couldn't tell the specifics, but she knew that her physical condition had become better, and she could even climb three mountains without losing breath.
The strangest thing is that several dogs saw their owner squatting on horseback every day, and they became very curious about this matter. Each one was smarter than the other and learned the doggystyle squatting, and could always accompany Song Xixi to squat for an hour and a half.
Song Xixi felt that the dogs were teachable, so after squatting, she had to take them to run five times around the back mountain. The dogs were so tired that they didn't even care about the watermelons in the wild boar fields in the mountains.
During this month, the martial arts arena was built and the small courtyard built for He Hong was also completed.
There are three rooms in the courtyard, the main room is in the middle, the bedrooms are facing the sun in the south, and the room in the north is temporarily empty. In addition, there is an independent kitchen and utility room in the backyard.
After the doors and windows were installed, and the beds, tables, and chairs were ready, He Hong packed up his belongings and moved there the next day, rejecting Song Wufu's offer to warm the house.
Zhu Sanyu was very worried and suggested: "Master He would be too lonely living at the foot of the mountain alone. How about finding someone to help him so that he can have someone to talk to."
For more than a month, He Hong temporarily lived in Niu's house. Zhu Sanyu could always see the shadow of his great benefactor Jiang Yi in him, so he became more and more interested in his diet and daily life.
Zhang Xiaomei thought it was feasible and looked at her granddaughter: "My dear, what do you think?"
Song Xixi shook her head: "Sir, he likes to be quiet. If you rashly let a stranger hang out in front of him, he might get angry."
My husband still has the ability to take care of himself. He can never do anything he can do without the help of others, and he cannot control the people sent to take care of him.
The two old ladies thought it made sense and had no choice but to give up.