"Master, who is this statue you asked me to worship?" Xiao Ji knelt in front of the only clay statue in the Taoist temple, raised his head and asked seriously.

The old Taoist bowed three times to the clay statue and said, "Xiaoji must not be rude. This is our ancestor Zhang Sanfeng and Zhenren Zhang. The ancestor is a man of real ability."

"Comparing the ancestor and the master, who is more capable?"

The old Taoist rolled his eyes at him angrily. Is this kid having trouble with his brain? How can he answer such a question easily? He really wanted to give him a whip on his butt.

The old Taoist laughed "hehe" a few times and answered his disciple. "Now that I am a master, I will teach you Tai Chi created by my ancestor. You must practice it well."

Xiao Ji nodded in understanding, not knowing what the use of Tai Chi was. Since his master asked him to do it, he should practice it well.

After taking medicinal baths for half a year, Moji is no longer afraid of numbness, spicyness, or hotness... He even says to the old man from time to time: "Master, when will you wash me with that black soup again?"

Naturally, it attracted a lot of blank stares from the old Taoist.

Now Xiao Ji has completely trusted Lao Tao. As long as it is something Lao Tao asks, he will complete it without reservation.

The old Taoist looked at Xiao Ji with relief. He once thought that with his departure, all he had learned would be in vain, but he did not expect that God had its own arrangements and God actually sent him such a disciple with extraordinary qualifications.

You know, if the average person wants to endure the test of this kind of medicinal bath, it will take more than two years to complete it.

"To practice boxing, you must first practice qi. Today, master will teach you how to practice qi. Be calm and appropriate, and the true qi will follow..."

In the mist-shrouded Eagle Ridge, every morning and midnight, a half-year-old boy sits alone under the green pines and cypresses, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, day after day, month after month.

At the same time, Xiaoji's homework did not fall behind at all. On the contrary, he felt that studying was easier and his mind seemed to be more enlightened. The teachers became increasingly confused about what was going on with Moji.

In the blink of an eye, six years have passed. Sixteen-year-old Xiaoji has turned into Moji, and his whole person has completely changed. There is always a hint of a naughty smile on his handsome face, giving him the look of a little rogue.

The feeling; the burly body is a head taller than his peers, the black beard between the lips is faintly visible, and the Adam's apple is beginning to show.

Mo Ji, who entered his senior year of high school, was not only handsome and handsome, but also had one of the best academic results. He was deeply loved by the school's teachers and classmates, especially the female classmates. The female classmates in the class came to him for advice from time to time with a question. Mo Ji

Ji is also surprisingly good-tempered and always patiently analyzes things.

He will take the college entrance examination next year, and the teachers all say that he has a good chance of getting admitted to a key university. Moji himself is also full of confidence in this and looks forward to that day coming soon.

The only thing that worries Moji is Lao Dao. He is getting older and older, his ears are a bit deaf, his waist is very bent, and he cannot move as freely as he did a few years ago. Every week when he comes back from vacation, Moji has to go hunting in the mountains.

, pick mushrooms, yams, etc., and then go to Wuxi Town to exchange for rice, oil, salt, and prepare a week's daily necessities for Lao Tao.

This Saturday, Moji got up early, prepared breakfast for Lao Tao, took the dry food for lunch, and went out with a homemade bow and arrow in his hand.

The sky was overcast, the mountains were covered with clouds and mist, and the line of sight was very short. Such a day was not suitable for hunting, but Moji had no choice. When he came back from school last night, he found that there was not much left in the rice vat.

If everything is harvested, I am afraid that the master and the apprentice will have nothing to cook at night.

Pulling himself together, Moji looked not far ahead, carefully searching for the rabbit's tracks.

These days, the demand for game is great, the price is high, and there are more people hunting. Regardless of whether you have the ability or not, as you go up the mountain more often, there will always be a time when a blind cat encounters a dead mouse. So what happened to the rabbit hitting the muzzle of the gun?

Well, it does happen from time to time.

Mo Ji suddenly felt something strange in front of him, and he quickly lowered his footsteps and moved forward slowly with his body hunched over. Since he had rarely achieved success in Tai Chi, his perception has become more and more acute, and his detection range has become farther and farther.

After concentrating and calming down, Moji detected the existence of about five wild animals less than fifty meters ahead. They were either hares or small animals such as pheasants.

It would be easy for Moji to capture one or two, but this guy wanted to keep them all, which was a bit difficult.

From a distance, Moji saw clearly five pheasants with brightly colored fur in front of them, two big ones, probably their parents, and three young chickens. Moji smiled "hehe" in his heart, he really got what he thought of, this situation is still the same.

There was a way to keep all five pheasants. He raised the bow with his left hand, took out three feather arrows from his body with his right hand, opened the bow and set the arrow, and after carefully aiming, he made three sounds of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", three arrows

The arrows were fired at the same time in no particular order. Then, Moji quickly ran towards the pheasant's hiding place, took out an arrow in each hand, and flicked it hard. Just when the pheasants noticed the abnormal situation and spread their wings to fly, five

There was only a tenth of a second between the arrows, and they hit the pheasant almost simultaneously.

Moji arrived quickly, but the five pheasants were still flapping in the same place, unwilling to accept that the family's fate would end. Moji was in a good mood, at least he didn't have to worry about tonight's food.

Put five pheasants into a sack without killing them. The price of live pheasants is much higher.

"In my heart, there was a dream..." Humming a tuneless pop song, Moji walked through the narrow mountain roads of Eagle Ridge.

Vaguely, he heard a weak "help" voice. When he concentrated his attention, he saw that it was a woman's voice coming from about a thousand meters behind him. Without thinking too much, Moji hurriedly ran to the rear.

After a while, Moji found the place where he made his voice.

I saw Mrs. Yuqing lying on the grass, her pants had fallen down to her thighs, and she was covering the inside of one thigh with both hands, moaning in pain.

Mo Ji didn't care so much and ran forward quickly. He lifted Mrs. Yuqing up and half hugged her in his arms, and asked hurriedly: "Sister-in-law, what's the matter with you?"

Maybe she was frightened. Sister-in-law Yuqing's face was pale and she looked pitiful. She said intermittently: "Snake... Bungara...bite." Then she pointed again.

own thighs.

Moji seemed to understand a little bit. Maybe Yuqing's wife was worried and took off her pants without seeing clearly what was going on underground. Just when she was enjoying herself, a snake crawled over and bit her thigh. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but
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