I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

Chapter 7
After lunch, Granny Hua took her to the utility room, "Take an axe, go to the small bamboo grove behind the house and chop a bamboo that can be held by one hand, and bring back a piece that is about the same height as you."

Song Yushan nodded, remembered Granny Hua's request, and went out through the back door with an ax in hand.

Granny Hua planted a lot of bamboo behind the house to make paper bindings. Song Yushan found the bamboo that met the requirements and came back within a quarter of an hour.

"I only know one kind of stick technique, called Gale Wind. This stick technique is famous for its speed. The faster the moves, the more powerful they are. When I practice the Dzogchen, the stick is like a shadow, and the naked eye can't catch its traces. There is a stick like no stick. Ruosuke With aura, its power is not even weaker than that of magic.

This kind of stick method is easier to practice with lighter bamboo sticks when your strength is not enough. When your cultivation base increases and your strength becomes stronger, you can change sticks of other materials according to your own habits and preferences like me. . "

Speaking of which, Granny Hua took her mahogany cane and demonstrated the blast stick technique to her.

On weekdays, I have to walk with a cane, slowly, and the mother-in-law, who is no different from an elderly old lady, danced the stick. Song Yushan's eyes could hardly keep up with her rhythm. The peach wood cane really turned into a The afterimage, she stared, could only catch a blur of brown.

Only now did she realize that the strength of Granny Hua she had seen before was just the tip of the iceberg.

After Grandma Hua demonstrated the moves, Song Yushan clapped her hands: "It's too powerful, too fast!"

Even if she only learns this stick technique, she can beat all invincible opponents in Fushui County.

"Want to learn?" Granny Hua asked her.

Song Yushan nodded again and again: "I must learn!"

"Okay, all kinds of stick techniques come from the basic moves. Today I will teach you how to swing the stick." Granny Hua said as she adjusted her standing posture, swiping the tip of the stick diagonally forward, upward, left, and right.

This time she demonstrated three times from slow to fast: "Do you see clearly?"

Song Yushan nodded. This movement seemed simple, and she imitated it all at once.

Of course, this is just what she thinks. According to Granny Hua, she has such a way of holding the stick that others can pick it away with a little force.

The fact is indeed the case, Granny Hua asked her to hold on to this posture, but she still couldn't hug her stick.

Then she carefully observed Granny Hua's way of holding the stick, adjusted it in time, and then began to practice picking the stick again and again.

"When pushing the stick, the force should be smooth and brisk, and the range should not be too large."

Granny Hua guided her from the side, and she was impressed every time. She was also quickly correcting her movements and making rapid progress.

This movement is indeed not difficult, and she mastered the essentials in a short while. Before she had time to be happy, Granny Hua ruthlessly assigned a new task: "Before you hour, move the stick a thousand times."

Song Yushan is far from reaching his limit right now, so he doesn't see how difficult this task is.

An hour later, she poked the stick seven hundred times.

At this time, there was still an hour before Youshi, but her speed had already started to slow down, and she began to feel a little tired.

My arms are sore, and every dance of the stick requires more physical strength and energy than before, and it gets slower and harder.

Gradually, her movements began to deform.

Granny Hua will pick out every non-standard movement she makes. If she makes a mistake, not only will she not be counted, but ten more will be added to the original one.

After this happened a few times, instead of doing less and less, she did more and more.

Song Yushan didn't want to be unable to complete the task the first time, so he would rather slow down and do each movement properly.

In the end, he managed to finish the task before You hour, which was more tiring than running across the county.

The light bamboo stick seemed to be extremely heavy, and her arm didn't feel like it was her own.

Practicing martial arts is really not an easy task, and she almost got laid on the first day.

"Okay, that's all for today," Granny Hua finally called out, "Come and eat cold melon."

Song Yushan, as if being pardoned, picked up the cold melon that Grandma Hua had cut, and took a big bite.

For such a long time, she didn't drink a sip of water, and she sweated a lot. The sweetness of the cold melon was simply too delicious, and it healed her in an instant.

After eating cold melon and resting for a while, Song Yushan went to buy dinner.

After dinner, Song Yushan wanted to continue to meditate with her mother-in-law, but her mother-in-law stuffed a futon and drove her out.

"There should be no problem for you to visualize Yinyuehua in the future. Before it's dark, go back quickly and come back tomorrow afternoon." Before closing the door, Granny Hua warned: "Before breaking through the condensing period, night Don't leave the house."

Song Yushan looked at the sky, still hugged the futon and went home with bamboo sticks.

Fushui Town does have a curfew rule, and there has never been a nightlife. She used to think that it was just a rule set by the government, but now that her mother-in-law said that, it seems to be different.

There seemed to be some danger at night.

Song Yushan is curious, but she knows how to cherish life. Her mother-in-law must have a reason for talking about the Qi Condensation Period.

If the strength is not enough, then go back and practice quickly.

When I got home, Song Yushan heard the ups and downs, very rhythmic: "Quack quack quack quack quack ~ quack quack ~"

This voice, her big white goose is singing?

She locked onto the white spot beside the sink and tiptoed over.

I saw a certain goose sticking out its back, arching back and forth in the food bowl, and there was a gourd ladle on the ground beside it, which seemed to be the one in the bran pocket.

It's just that there are a few small holes missing on the rim of the ladle. From the looks of it, only a guy with a flat mouth can bite it out.

Looking at the food bowl again, the refreshing bran has turned into a semi-thin and semi-dry suspicious object, and the big white goose is stirring it with its mouth, accompanied by cheerful geese.

I really don't know how it can use its mouth as a stick, but at the same time it can bark so rhythmically, even more proficient than a ventriloquist.

Seeing it thoroughly mixed the bran, and then immersed itself in eating, the tone of the voice became higher and higher, Song Yu didn't know what happened.

Perhaps, probably, Dabai prefers to eat bran mixed with water?

"Gah!" The big white goose quickly finished a pot of "rice", bit the gourd scoop and was about to put it back to destroy the corpse, and turned around to find the stinky girl who was "peeping" behind it.

With a strong force, the gourd ladle "clicked" and collapsed again, and fell to the ground with a click.

"Ahem, are you full? I'll make some for you if you're not full?" Song Yushan rubbed his nose.

Sure enough, the children of poor families have long been in charge of the family. She, who does not know how to raise geese, is forced to rely on herself for the geese she raises.

Seeing that the big white goose had no intention of getting another pot, Song Yushan said, "Use this scoop for now, and I'll buy you some new ones tomorrow."

Big White Goose: "???"

Look, is this a human language?This means it has to support itself, right?

This house, it really can't stay for a day!
(End of this chapter)