80s Taoism

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Early in the morning, Liu Qiaoye pushed the man when he heard movement in the yard.

"Hey, wake up, hey, wake up soon."

Zhang Youping picked dozens of loads of millet yesterday. Although he often worked, he still felt backache and back pain. He didn't recover all night. This early morning, he hadn't fully awakened from doze.

"What are you doing? Madam, can't you let me sleep longer?"

Zhang Youping closed his eyes again.

Liu Qiaoye pushed the man hard, "Sleep and sleep, you know you are asleep. You won't be able to wake up after others move the whole house away. Listen, there is movement in the yard!"

"The leopard didn't scream, what's going on?" Zhang Youping still sat up, his upper body without clothes, with a sense of beauty.

"Listen!" Liu Qiaoye said grimly.

Outside, the voice that was originally Xixi Suosuo has now become a bang. It was also really strange, from beginning to end, the mountain leopard did not hum.

"Where is the leopard? Didn't you give others medicine?" Zhang Youping got out of the bed and took a piece of clothing from the cabinet and put it on him. It was still very cold this morning. He dragged a pair of black handmade shoes on his feet and opened the door, only to see Cubs busy in the yard. There were axes and saws in the yard, and there were a few pieces of miscellaneous wood on the side.

"Zaizai, what are you doing?" Zhang Youping asked strangely.

"Father, I want to practice the Meishan Piling Kungfu. This is making Piles. The old Taoist Master taught me the kung fu of Piling." Zhang Jiaohua struggling to carry a wooden pillar from the back of the house. But the way he carried it was a little weird. He was carrying one end of the long wooden stake. The other end seemed to be in the air. It seems to be the same as someone else lifting a stake. He was indeed carrying this wooden stake with Jin Hu. Otherwise, the strength of Zhang's bidding would be really hard to lift.

"Let it down, what do you want to look like? Tell your father that he will fix it for you." Zhang Youping hurriedly walked over and turned a stake on Zhang Biaohua's shoulder. When I first picked it up, I felt that the stake was very light, but when it was in my hand, it sank suddenly and almost didn't fall from Zhang Youping's hand.

Zhang Youping naturally knew what was going on, and quietly put the stakes on the ground.

Zhang Jiaohua drew a few circles on the ground, "Father, I have to drive a few piles here. The stakes must be so high."

Zhang Jiaohua took a few measurements with his hands. Zhang Youping understood it at a glance. This pile is very similar to those made by boxers who come to recruit apprentices in the village.

"Okay, Dad will fix it for you in a minute." Although Zhang Youping has never learned carpentry, he can still do simple woodwork.

The door opened completely with a creak, and Liu Qiaoye wore a pair of dark blue trousers and walked out of it.

"Zizai, why did you toss in the yard early in the morning?" Liu Qiaoye asked gently.

"Mother, the old Taoist master said that to practice Kungfu is to get up earlier. From now on, I will get up to practice Meishan Zhugong every day." Zhang Jiaohua said firmly.

"Really? The mother has to see how many days our cubs can last. After another, the weather is getting colder and colder. I'm worried, there is a little guy who got under the covers in the morning and refused to get up. "Liu Qiaoye smiled.

"Mother, I'm ignoring you." Zhang Jiaohua was not optimistic about her, she was very upset, and her mouth was raised high.

"Zub Zai, get up and practice Kung Fu every day from now on, and then see what your mother says." Zhang Youping sang red face.

"Hmph, I will only listen to what Dad said in the future." Zhang Jiaohua ran over and kissed Dad's face, "Oh, it's so salty."

Zhang Youping hit the plum pile and broke out in sweat.

Zhang Jiaohua jumped on the stump and started practicing. The Meishan pile skills he practiced looked a lot like those practiced by boxers who walked the rivers and lakes, but there was a fundamental difference. Ordinary boxers practice punching and kicking skills. Zhang called the flower but refined the Qi method, which is the internal Qi. Now what Zhang is calling Huanhua is the first step to raise his qi. This step is to cultivate inner Qi. There are two steps of gas production and gas accumulation. Mainly to cultivate yuan and consolidate the foundation. Stick to a stick of incense every time.

Sang Gong seems simple, but it is very fortunate to practice. The incense only burned for a short time, and Zhang Biaohua was already sweating profusely. Don't look at simply squatting on the stump, it actually affects the whole body, the muscles of the whole body are exerting force.

Liu Qiaoye came to take a look from time to time, and it was very unbearable to see Zai Zai training so fortunately. I wanted to hug the cubs several times.

Zhang Youping pulled the mother-in-law aside, "You, don't always come and see. Since ancient times, loving mothers have lost many children. Xiaozi finally made up his mind. No matter if he can persist, you can't be a mother. "

"We cubs are only seven years old, and it's not the meat that fell out of your stomach. Of course you don't feel distressed." Although Liu Qiaoye said so, he didn't look at it again. Because she didn't know how she saw the cub, would she be tempted to hug him directly?

"Go and watch it. If you can't hold on to it, you must hug him and don't let him break." Liu Qiaoye urged the man again.

Zhang Youping smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but shook his head, "You really can't help it."

The incense has burned halfway, and Zhang's bid has reached its limit. The legs are already shaking. The Five Golden Tigers also started to stand on a stake following Zhang's begging, but they didn't feel anything when they stood, because they no longer had a body, so naturally they couldn't feel the smell of the stake. Seeing Zhang Jiaohua standing so hard, Jinhu and the others felt very distressed.

The riches and dignity pulled Jinhu's acceptance, and he didn't see what he said~www.wuxiahere.com~ but Jinhu shook his head. They only needed to communicate with each other simply through their thoughts.

Fugui wanted to hug the beggars, but Jinhu disagreed. He knows what Zhang Jiaohua is doing.

Xiao Chuan was standing next to Zhang Bidding, and wanted to use his hands to hold Zhang Bidding. But he was pulled away by the dog.

Mancang stood on the ground watching the bidder, and the bidder shook a little. He quickly stood in front of Zhang bidder, ready to catch Zhang bidder at any time.

The clothes on Zhang Jiaohua's body have been completely saturated with sweat, but who knows how much energy is hidden in this small body?

Every time Zhang Jiaohua shook his body, he felt as if the bamboo stick in the hands of the old Taoist master had hit his leg. The piercing pain made him suddenly refreshed.

When the stick of incense burned to two-thirds, Zhang Biaohua was already shaking. He could fall from above at any time.

Sweat dripped from his body like running water, and the sweat on the two bare feet on the stakes had already poured the stakes. Drops of water were left along the stakes, leaving a trail of water. (.Just Love Net)