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Sun Lichai looked at the girl in front of her.

"Sister Shenxian, you smell so good."

"You can practice with me for a period of time, and you can have such a vision."

"Wow! Really! Good, good."

"What martial arts did your righteous father teach you?"

Speaking of the uprising father, Huanxin was quite annoyed. He was forced to kill the rabbit just now. This matter is not big or small, but it is still in my throat, "He taught me dozens of internal skills and several moves."

"Oh? What kind of internal strength, let's hear it."

Huanxin raised his eyebrows, and a lot of nouns popped out of his mouth like a jingle, all of which were the basic internal skills and middle and low-level moves of various martial arts and martial arts families.

Sun Lichai was quite surprised.

These martial arts are not sect secrets. For so many years, sect traitors and martial arts thieves have leaked the secrets, so there are many spreads in the arena, but such a wide range of people as Huanxin learned is really very few.

"Bring your hand." Sun Lichai took the pulse to Huanxin, a wisp of Guiyuan internal qi infiltrated the meridians, and it turned out to be empty along the way, and then explored the Tanzhong Qi Sea and the lower abdomen Dantian.

Sure enough, Huanxin's inner qi converged in these two places, and there was no leakage. This shows that her skill is profound and her grasp of inner qi is like a hand.

"You have such a deep foundation at a young age. Your foster father taught well." Sun Lichai applauded.

Then she felt the attributes of Huanxin's energy more carefully.

"Five atmospheres are harmonized, and the elements are mixed together! Great! Great!"

Sun Lichai nodded repeatedly, "Did you explore this inner strength yourself, or did your foster father teach you how to practice?"

"It was taught by the righteous father." Huan Xin heard the fairy sister praise her adoptive father so highly, and the awkward emotion in her heart suddenly disappeared.

This is how children have a temper. They are often willing to listen to what they like, and sometimes they don’t care so much about those close to them.

The little girl recalled having been with her adoptive father for many years, and the wind and rain had tossed and turned. His tall figure seemed to be a mountain range in the dark, blocking the floods and waves. Perhaps he was used to the pain and crying, and that was the reason for the sadness. The act of pitying grass is rather disdainful.

Yes, Huanxin secretly said that he was wrong.

Sun Lichai was aware of the girl’s low thoughts, and comforted: “When you get along with your relatives, you always put respect first and respect each other to avoid being spoiled. Your adoptive father must understand you. He will be happy when he returns. Just fine, no need to say more."

Huanxin nodded, loyalty and filial piety, always like this.

"I don't have much to teach you for the time being, but you can come to play with me at any time. You can find me if you have any problems, and," Sun Lichai looked serious, "Don't go out of the valley, or even approach the valley mouth."

Although Huanxin was puzzled, she nodded and agreed.

My foster father told me not to go out of the valley, but now my sister **** also tells me not to approach Taniguchi. Is the outside world really that dangerous?

She still missed the world full of fireworks, but now the people close to her and the people she loves are like prison guards, making her not daring to long for the blue sky.

The days that followed returned to simplicity.

Huanxin’s daily work is to chop bamboo, carry soil, continue to build bamboo cottages, and to practice martial arts. The adoptive father has been very busy recently, and it just so happens that he can go to Sun Lichai in a logical way. After complaining several times, the adoptive father acquiesced.

After all, the woman's martial arts is very high. If she wants to be disadvantageous to the father and daughter, she probably doesn't need to bend too much.

One day, Huanxin pushed open the door of her adoptive father’s house. Unexpectedly, there was a wooden figure standing in the house with a stigma and a pillar body. He looked like a human figure stacked on a pile of logs. The joints were wooden **** and he moved a few times. , Making a "crunchy" sound.

Huanxin exclaimed: "Wow? What is this?"

The foster father stood behind the Mu Ren and did not notice the arrival of the righteous daughter at all. He muttered to himself: "The'holding breath' is not enough to drive the arms, and the left foot's'shen Guan' is more than the right foot's'deformation'... He frowned, sighed, and moved the wooden man to the corner.

At this moment, he saw his heart refreshed.

The little girl pretended to cry, "Wow! Foster father, you will ask Xin'er to chop down trees and carry soil all day long, but you hide in the room and play puppets!"

Although Huan Xin was pretending to cry, she recalled the hard work of the past few dozen days and the unpleasantness that happened that day. The grievances hidden in her heart were unconsciously released, tears really flowed out, and she felt the heat. Tears washed down her face, imagining that she was immersing her face in the warm river, fainting the remaining mud spots on her face, like a spotted tabby cat. That look must be both shameful and ugly. She hurriedly tried to stop the crying, but her heart was throbbing, her throat choked, her mouth pursed, but she still couldn't hold back her intermittent sobs.

The foster father hurriedly walked to Huan Xin and wiped away the tears and stains from her face.

The palms were rough like bark, with a temperature hotter than tears, and the heart-warming face was held, as if the snowflakes floating in the sky were gently caught by the sun, An Ran could turn into a stream of spring water.

"Woo...Woo..."

"Don't cry in your heart! This wooden man is not for fun!" The foster father wiped her face, and then took out a dilapidated secret book from his arms, "Look."

Huan Xin opened her eyes, her shining eyes looked vaguely at the book cover.

"Tianshu Mystery"

The adoptive father said: "This secret book was a gift from a close friend of the adoptive father before entering the valley. The saying is stubborn:'A wooden man with skillful work, complete hands and feet, with blood and blood, empowers with real power, can hold swords, and throw stones. It seems like there is a life', if I can concoct according to the law, there will be many wooden people in this valley to accompany Xiner to study martial arts in the future, so there is no need to look for that strange woman..."

Huan Xin burst into laughter, and then yelled, "Okay, foster father, what do you say about the fairy sister. She has praised you many times!"

The foster father raised his brows, "Oh? What did that man say?"

"Hehe, she said you..."

"What am I?"

"Say you are good in martial arts, you have high knowledge, you are tall and handsome, you have no character, you must be a handsome young man!"

The old foster father blushed, "You child, how can you still learn to lie! But..." He stroked his beard triumphantly, "When my father was young, she was indeed a beautiful man who was hard to find. She has a good vision! Not bad! "

Huanxin secretly curled her lips, the fairy sister was right, the old man is narcissistic, and he can lift his tail up to the sky with just a few words.

When the foster father noticed his failure, he coughed twice, "Children’s house, make trouble here, walk around, play by yourself." He walked to the pile of wood beside the bed, picking and choosing, and sighed from time to time.

Huanxin saw that he was struggling to find good materials, and decided to find some good wood for him, and then left quietly.

Carrying an axe, she left the bamboo cottage and walked northward. There was a dense forest. In a short while, she cut a lot of wood. It was also a deep blessing for Huanxin. After three minutes of walking around, she found a phoenix phoenix tree for her, which is also a good product of the sixth grade in the book of rare treasures in the world.

The little girl thought that she should be praised by her foster father this time~www.readwn.com~, and intercepted a piece of good wood, bent over and held it.

However, there were dark thorns on the wood, and with a heart-warming "Ouch", when the wood was loosened, a hole was punched out, and the blood kept flowing, staining the sycamore wood red.

Huanxin didn't feel annoyed, first licked the palm of his hand, and then bandaged with the handkerchief. Then carefully picked up the wood, "Little wood, don't be annoyed, my foster father's superb craftsmanship will definitely make you ten times more beautiful than now!"

The little girl happily returned to the bamboo cottage. She could see her foster father standing in the open space in front of the house from a distance, and she called out: "Foster father! Look! I found good timber for you!"

He called out, but there was no response. He immediately realized that there was a difference. He threw down the wood and rushed in front of the foster father. I saw the white air on his head steaming, and his hands were wrapped with twelve filaments. People are connected.

"Why is this?"

"Xin'er... Don't panic... Quickly cut out twelve nine-inch long bamboo thorns and pierce me below'Xuanji' and above'Shenque'... Renmai points..."

Huanxin went to take the woodworking box and the green bamboo slices, cut the twelve green bamboo thorns, and returned to the foster father.

At this moment, he was already shaky, Huanxin didn't dare to delay, and quickly pierced the bamboo thorn into the acupoint of his foster father's Ren Mai.

"Hua Gai... Yutang... Juque..."

After the twelve acupuncture points were applied, a yang and qi burst out from the foster father, pushing his heart back again and again, and then, the roots of the filaments in the hands of the foster father broke, and he exhaled a turbid breath and stood up. .

Huan Xin had just dealt with it properly, and then realized that her hands and feet were shaking.

The foster father chuckled at her, "Good boy, good boy."

Huanxin stood blankly, almost crying again, when the foster father suddenly gave a deep fist to the wooden figure on the ground.

"Where is your sacred? Why do you want to take my true anger? It hurts me?!"