After lunch, Granny Hua took her to the utility room, "Take an ax and go to the small bamboo forest behind the house to chop a bamboo that can be held in one hand, and bring back a piece that is about as tall as you."
Song Yushan nodded, remembered Granny Hua's request, took the ax and went out through the back door.
Grandma Hua planted a lot of bamboo in the afternoon to make paper. 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. This stick technique is famous for its speed. The faster the move, the more powerful it is. When I practice it to perfection, the stick is like a shadow, and the naked eye cannot catch its traces. With a stick, it seems like without a stick. If you practice it to perfection, Supplemented by spiritual energy, the power is not even weaker than that of magic.
For this kind of stick technique, it is easier to use lighter bamboo sticks when you are not strong enough. When your cultivation level increases and your strength becomes stronger, you can, like me, change to sticks made of other materials according to your own habits and preferences. . "
As she spoke, Granny Hua took her mahogany crutch and demonstrated the Wind Stick Technique to her.
On weekdays, she walks with a cane. Her mother-in-law, who walks slowly and slowly, just like any other elderly lady, dances with the stick. Song Yushan's eyes can hardly keep up with her rhythm. The peach wood cane really turns into a stick. She stared at the afterimage, but could only capture 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 Granny Hua finished demonstrating the moves, Song Yushan clapped her hands: "It's so awesome, so fast!"
Even if she only learns this stick technique, she will be able to defeat all opponents in Fushui County.
"Want to learn?" Granny Hua asked her.
Song Yushan nodded repeatedly: "You must learn!"
"Okay, all kinds of stick techniques are based on basic moves. Today I will teach you how to use the stick." Granny Hua said, adjusting her stance and moving the tip of the stick diagonally forward, upward, left and right.
This time she demonstrated it three times from slow to fast: "Do you see clearly?"
Song Yushan nodded. This action didn't seem complicated, so she immediately imitated it.
Of course, this is just what she thinks. In the words of Granny Hua, with the way she holds the stick, others can pick the stick away for her with a little force.
This was indeed the case. Granny Hua asked her to keep this position and hold on tighter, but she still couldn't hold her stick.
Then she carefully observed the way Granny Hua held the stick, adjusted it in time, and then began to practice picking the stick again and again.
"When pulling the stick, the force should be steady and brisk, and the amplitude should not be too large."
Granny Hua guided her from the side, and she was impressed every time. She also quickly corrected her movements and made rapid progress.
This action is indeed not difficult. She mastered the key in a short time. Before she could be happy, Granny Hua ruthlessly issued a new task: "Before You hour, pull the stick a thousand times."
Song Yushan was far from reaching his limit at this time and did not regard this task as very difficult.
An hour later, she had struck the stick seven hundred times.
At this time, there was still an hour before Youshi, but her speed had begun to slow down and she began to feel a little tired.
My arms were sore, and each stick dance required more physical strength and energy than before, and it was getting slower and harder.
Gradually, her movements began to change.
Every non-standard move she makes will be picked out by Granny Hua. If she makes a mistake, not only will it not be counted, but ten more will be added to the original one.
After this happened several times, instead of doing less and less, she did more and more.
Song Yushan didn't want to fail to complete the task the first time, and would rather go slower in the future, but also have to do every move in place.
In the end, the task was completed before You hour after many dangers. It was simply more tiring than running across the county.
The light bamboo stick seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and her arms felt like they were no longer her own.
Practicing martial arts is indeed not an easy task, and he almost knocked her down on the first day.
"Okay, that's all for today's training," Granny Hua finally stopped shouting, "Come and eat the cold melon."
Song Yushan felt as if she had been granted amnesty, and took a big mouthful of the cold melon cut by Granny Hua.
She didn't drink a sip of water for such a long time and sweated a lot. The cold melon was so sweet and delicious that it healed her instantly.
After eating cold melon and resting for a while, Song Yushan went to buy dinner.
After dinner, Song Yushan wanted to continue meditating with her mother-in-law, but her mother-in-law stuffed a futon into her and kicked her out.
"It should be no problem for you to meditate on the moonlight in the future. Go back as soon as it's not dark yet and come back tomorrow afternoon." Granny Hua gave one more warning before closing the door: "Before you break through the Qi Condensation Period, at night Don’t even leave your house.”
Song Yushan looked at the sky, then went home holding the futon and bamboo sticks.
There is indeed a curfew in Fushui Town, and there has never been any nightlife. She used to think that it was just a rule set by the government, but now that her mother-in-law said this, it seemed to be different.
There seemed to be some danger at night.
Song Yushan is curious, but she also knows how to cherish life. Her mother-in-law's talk about the Qi Condensation Period must be reasonable.
If you don't have enough strength, then go back and practice hard.
After returning home, as soon as he entered the door, Song Yushan heard the ups and downs, very rhythmic: "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack."
This sound, her big white goose is singing?
She focused on the white spot next to the sink and tiptoed over.
I saw a goose poking its butt and swaying back and forth in the food bowl. There was a gourd and gourd on the ground next to it, which seemed to be the one in the bran bag.
There were just a few small holes missing on the rim of the scoop, and looking at the shape, only a guy with a flat mouth could bite them out.
Looking at the food bowl, the refreshing bran turned into a suspicious object that was half thin and half dry, while the big white goose buried its head in stirring it with its mouth, accompanied by a cheerful goose call.
I really don’t know how it can scream so rhythmically while using its mouth as a stick. It is more skillful than a ventriloquist.
Watching it mix the bran thoroughly and thin it out, and then devour it while eating, the tone of voice getting higher and higher, Song Yu realized the aftermath.
Maybe, probably, Dabai prefers to eat bran mixed with water?
"Gah!" The big white goose quickly finished the bowl of "rice", bit into the gourd and ladle, and was about to put it back to destroy the corpse and eliminate the traces. When he turned around, he found the smelly girl "peeping" behind it.
With a strong force, another piece of the gourd scoop "clicked" and fell to the ground.
"Ahem, are you full? If not, can I give you some more?" Song Yushan touched his nose.
Sure enough, a child from a poor family would be the head of the family long ago. She couldn't raise geese, so the geese she raised were forced to rely on themselves.
Seeing that the big white goose had no intention of getting another pot, Song Yushan said: "You can use this pot for now, and I will buy you some new ones tomorrow."
Big White Goose: "???"
See, is this human language? This means it has to support itself, right?
I really can't stay here for a day!
