Cultivation of Life Winner

He Yuan intends to inquire about Huang Mao's real situation, but considering that he is still in a coma, it is not good to inquire too much at the moment, lest he appear too unkind.

When He Yuan left, Ming Xiu tried to persuade him again, and He Hu, a simple man, finally got his son who was kneeling outside the door to get up, and then went home together.

After He Yuan and his party left, Ming Xiu didn't want to rest alone, but stayed with Huang Mao in Huang Mao's room for one night.

The next morning, when the first rooster crowed in the village, Huang Mao woke up leisurely in bed.But now his complexion is particularly pale, and his original divine light is restrained, and his dark eyes with strange spirits have become listless.

When he opened his eyes and saw Mingxiu, Huang Mao wrinkled his little nose, feeling a little sore in his eyes.Although he has a weird temper, he has real respect and love for Ming Xiu.Although other people have fathers, Huang Mao sometimes feels envious, but he has never asked Mingxiu where his father is.

He still doesn't understand the world of adults, but he still knows that even though he lost his father.But Mingxiu lost her husband, and her grief was more heartbreaking than anyone else's.

Because of Ming Xiu's love and the difficulty of taking him alone, the last thing Huang Mao wants to see is Ming Xiu worrying about his affairs.

Huang Mao's small sniffling sound quickly woke Mingxiu up. Seeing the little boy lying on the bed frowning, looking like he was about to cry or not, Mingxiu was startled.

"Mao'er, what's wrong with you? Is there any pain? Wait a minute, I'll go and call your grandfather." Mingxiu ran out in a hurry, Huang Mao didn't have any strength in his body yet, so he could only watch Mingxiu leave.

After a while, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

Huang Jianqiu was still looking strong, but now he was sullen and asked Mingxiu to help Huang Mao up and feel his pulse again.

"Grandpa, am I okay?" Huang Mao said, but his voice was as thin as a mosquito's silk.That weak appearance made Mingxiu's distressed nose sore.

Huang Jianqiu usually looks like a master of the same school in the eyes of outsiders, his spirit is exposed, making people afraid to touch him casually.But when facing Huang Mao, he was always kind and kind.But only now, Huang Jianqiu didn't have a good face for a long time.

After taking the pulse, Huang Jianqiu said angrily: "You brat, I told you not to learn martial arts so early, why didn't you listen!? Tell me, did you secretly ask He Hu to teach you sword skills!?"

Huang Mao glanced at his mouth aggrieved, since he was mischievous since he was a child, Huang Mao has always wanted to learn martial arts.But Huang Jianqiu never allowed him to study, saying that the child's muscles and bones have not yet formed, and too early exercise will easily leave hidden injuries.At this stage, it is still sufficient to warm and nourish the body.

So since he was a child, Huang Jianqiu would always find some strange medicinal materials, and use various methods to refine Lin Mo's blood energy, strengthen his tendons, and straighten out his blood energy.

But this time, the reason why Huang Mao was so injured was actually because when he aroused the evil spirit contained in the hunting knife, he aroused a ray of innate energy in his body brought out from the mother's womb.

Huang Mao himself didn't have the slightest internal strength or aura. He was able to deal with Xie Feng for so long with his moves. Naturally, he desperately stimulated the potential contained in his body.

If it wasn't for Huang Jianqiu's warm and nurturing of his body since he was a child, with his current fragile body, he would definitely not be able to withstand such a huge ability, or the evil spirit aroused from the hunting knife would be enough to turn him into a fool.

And now it's just such a consequence, which can already be considered a great fortune.Judging from the descriptions of He Bi and the others, although Huang Jianqiu didn't quite believe that Huang Mao would comprehend the saber movement.But if he really touched some fur, he must have practiced secretly without telling him!

Huang Jianqiu wasn't angry that Huang Mao didn't listen to him, he was angry that Huang Mao put himself in danger so easily.From Huang Jianqiu's point of view, Huang Mao was the only solitary seedling of the Huang family, and the lives of the villagers in Hezhuang Village were nothing compared to this.

"Mao'er don't cry, don't cry, your grandpa didn't mean to scold you. But Maoer, do you know that you really scared grandma to death this time. Promise me in the future, if you encounter danger, you must run quickly, you know?"

Huang Jianqiu snorted coldly. This time, he decided to let Huang Mao know the threat from the outside world.Also let him know that martial arts cannot be practiced blindly, otherwise the consequences will be dire.

Huang Mao became even more depressed. He pursed his lips and said unhappily: "I didn't learn it before, it's just... it's just that this is my first practice. But, but I don't know why it happened."

"Mao'er! Grandpa doesn't like children who lie!" Huang Jianqiu frowned.

Hearing what He Bi waited for, and Huang Jianqiu also observed the scene at the time, and being able to fight like that is enough to show that Huang Mao's fighting magic sword technique is very promising.To be able to understand simple moves so thoroughly, even to the edge of saber moves, at Huang Mao's age, he is already a genius.

It should be said that it was his first time to practice the War Demon Sword Technique, and then he reached that level.That is no longer described as a genius, but a peerless evildoer.At least in terms of comprehension, his talent is enough to compare with those young evildoers who have gained fame in the boundless world.

"I'm not lying!" Huang Mao raised his head and looked at Huang Jianqiu with stubborn eyes.

Huang Jianqiu frowned at Huang Mao for a while, and finally sighed: "Okay, then you can recover from your illness first."

Huang Jianqiu still didn't believe it. If Huang Mao was really such a monster, it really was... Huang Jianqiu couldn't imagine it.

This matter is considered a high level, the little Huang Mao doesn't know what he said, and must emphasize how terrible it is to others if it is a fact.

In Huang Jianqiu's mind, even if He Hu and He Yuan didn't teach Huang Mao the sword skills, he must have practiced it secretly before.However, he was able to figure it out to the present state by himself in the end, obviously Huang Mao's talent should not be underestimated.

The following days were naturally miserable for Huang Mao, he had to drink the soup that was so bitter that it fell off every day, and he had to be distilled by the steaming potion from time to time.

After half a month of tossing, now Huang Mao wants to vomit when he sees the black soup.But the benefits are also obvious, the originally pale face became rosy again, and the divine light in the eyes was restrained again.

The good health transfers Huang Mao, who was originally lively, no longer wants to stay at home, but now he is still grounded.Unable to take it anymore, Huang Mao dressed in a cute rabbit costume and went to ask Mingxiu.

Mingxiu was really taken aback by her son's cute appearance, so she had to help to be an accomplice and let Huang Mao slip out of the house.

Speaking of which, Mingxiu likes to sew different clothes for his son with his own hands, but all of them are cute clothes. Every time Huang Mao wears it like this, everyone who sees Huang Mao feels like pinching his face.

Shaking the rabbit's short tail on his buttocks, Huang Mao happily ran out and went directly to the big field in Hezhuang Village.

When the children in the village are not yet old enough to go hunting in the mountains, they will always be trained in some basic skills on the big field, and they will also exercise their bodies.

I haven't seen my little friend for half a month, Huang Mao naturally misses him very much.

After running to the big arena, he really saw He Bi taking the lead, He Qiwai, a group of teenagers ranging from seven or eight years old to fourteen, five or sixteen, playing a set of punches in a decent manner.

When they saw Huang Mao jumping over, why did they look happy and stopped to say hello.But soon, a few people seemed to have remembered something, and their expressions were a little listless.He turned his head and didn't look at Huang Mao, only caring about punching himself weakly.

Seeing that his little friend ignored him, Huang Mao felt aggrieved.But to be the boss, you have to be graceful, so Huang Mao pretended not to be angry, raised his hand and hummed: "I, Huang Mao, am back!"

Although the group of children deliberately ignored Huang Mao, but the boxing techniques that were considered neat just now had already become full of mistakes and omissions.

It's just that even so, not only He Bi's children who usually play with Huang Mao a lot, but other people don't even take the initiative to say hello to him.

Huang Mao's unsolicited overtures made him cold-faced, so little Huang Mao, who had always followed the bully's line, was upset.With his hands behind his back, he tried to look serious on his white and tender face.

"Hmph, what is there to learn. Let me tell you, I have learned this set of boxing techniques a long time ago, and mine is even better!"

"You are lying, you have never learned this monkey boxing before." One of the ten-year-old children whispered softly.

Huang Mao's neck twitched, and he said unhappily: "Where did I lie!? You first strike this boxing technique once, and then I will strike you again. It is guaranteed to be better than yours!"

The little boy's eyes were red, and when he was about to cry, he choked up and said, "Just compare."

So soon, the two children imitated the appearance of adults and stared at each other with sullen faces.The group of children stopped practicing boxing now, and instead surrounded Huang Mao and the two tightly.

"He Lu, don't compare." Why bother to persuade.

Although He Lu is older than Huang Mao, he naturally looks much bigger than him.But He Bi, who had seen Huang Mao and Xie Feng confront each other, didn't think that He Luneng was better than Huang Mao.

He Lu's temper also came up, but he refused.

Then, He Lu started punching first.He plays very slowly and has no lethality, but he wins because his moves are very standard and his body coordination is also good.

This set of boxing techniques is called Monkey Boxing, which was created by masters observing the evolution of monkey movements and habits.There are 36 moves in total, and they are not very powerful, because the main kinetic energy of this boxing method is to exercise the flexibility of the body, strengthen the tendons, and relax the blood.

However, although the power is not great, but there are 36 moves, each move is very cohesive, and it is very difficult to practice.Without hard training for half a year, most people would not be able to complete this set of boxing techniques.

He Lu has performed exceptionally well this time, and he has only practiced this set of boxing for more than three months. This level already shows that he has worked hard.

After seeing He Lu finished, Huang Mao curled his lips and closed his eyes.

"What's going on? Why didn't he hit him, but closed his eyes instead."

"Could it be that you're afraid?"

"It's impossible. Huang Mao is a well-known bully. How could he be afraid?"

"Maybe he is remembering, after all, he has never practiced this boxing technique."

"..."

Doubtful and strange voices sounded all around, and when Huang Mao closed his eyes, the complete version of He Lu's boxing technique emerged in his mind very clearly.