Chapter 724

In contrast to their anxiety, Downing's side had a bowl full of vegetarian rice, plus a sweet potato and half a bowl of vegetable soup. The worst thing was to finish the vegetarian meal with the smell of barbecue.

So that she clearly full stomach, still feel a piece of meat to eat, mouth some no taste the same.

After dinner, the man went down to the ground, and the woman was busy with other things. There was nothing left for the young man and her in the room. She asked, "what can I do for you? I can help. "

"Help? forget it! What can you do with your thin hands and feet? You can go around. I have to chop the firewood and go to the mountains later

Seeing the boy preparing to chop firewood, Tang Ning said with a smile, "I can chop firewood. I can help you." With that, he went forward to take his big ax, set the wood block and cut it down.

"You can't do this. You have to aim That's right. "

The boy saw that he didn't even aim at it. He picked up the axe and cut it down. He yelled, trying to teach him to aim at it and then chop again. Unexpectedly, the seemingly random axe split the wood directly.

For a while, he looked at the little monk strangely and muttered, "this random chop can also chop?"

"Click!"

The second piece of wood was also split, picked up and put away, and then cut into small pieces, almost as big as blocks. No ax was missed.

Even if he was a fool, he knew that it was not luck to chop. So he looked at the little monk and asked, "are you a firewood cutter in the temple?" Look at this posture. I don't know how long I have practiced it.

"Woodcutter?" Tang Ning was stunned, his eyebrows and eyes bent and he laughed: "almost!" She cut less firewood. She cut more people!

"I can't see that it's very powerful. I really underestimate you." The young man said, helping to put the firewood well. In this way, a lot of wood was quickly put and split. After a while, all the firewood piled up in the corner of the yard was chopped.

Downing put the axe back and asked, "is there anything else to do? I can help. "

"No, no need. Let's go. I'll take you to see the children practicing martial arts in Uncle De's village." Yelled the boy, motioning him to follow him, and then walked out quickly.

Practice martial arts?

Tang Ning followed up curiously and walked in the village. All the villagers said hello to her in a friendly way. When she came to the open place, she saw more than 20 children of five to 15 years old following a middle-aged man, and his mouth was still making a sound of drinking.

"Drink

"Hey

"Drink!"

One by one, the children are modeling, one by one, they are learning seriously.

"The fist should be fast, powerful, not soft. The horse step is firm. Over there, he xiaopang, his waist should be straight, his stomach should be closed, yes, he xiaopang should be inhaled, his head should be raised and his chest should be straightened out!"

The middle-aged man holds a bamboo in his hand. Sometimes he pats the leg of this one, and sometimes lifts the arm of that one, guiding them to practice martial arts with the most standard posture.

The 8-9-year-old boy named by the name was rather fat. His round belly looked like a little watermelon under his slightly smaller clothes. He tried to breathe in and close his stomach, but he still couldn't put his round meat belly back. Instead, his trousers fell down when he inhaled and breathed in.