The Most Dazzling National Style of Comprehension

【15】

In view of the fact that one is a Taoist priest who grew up in the Cultivation School since he was a child, and one is a confident uncle who thinks that no one has tempted him in the past 40 years, so the heartbeat of that day was like a drum, his heart was pounding, his heart was rushing, and his concern and concern were ignored.

Zhou Man still went up the mountain every day, cutting bamboo shoots to find ganoderma, and Ying Feichi continued to toss in the yard.After Ying Feichi changed all the things that needed to be done into spells, he turned his attention to Zhou Man.

"Zhou Man." When Zhou Man was about to go out again with his back on his back, Ying Feichi circled around him. "Shall I go with you too? Nothing will happen in the yard, the spell will take care of everything."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Man pitifully, pulled the corner of Zhou Man's clothes and said: "You are not at home, I will be bored by myself. Let me go with you, and I can help you with things. "

He didn't want to be tired of doing things, but the word "boring" touched Zhou Man.He lived alone in the school since he was a child, and he knows better than anyone the loneliness of having no neighbors or company.Zhou Man's heart softened, and he nodded: "Let's go."

Ying Feichi jumped on the spot and followed happily.

Zhou Man's Zhushan is about half an hour away from the school. It is all mountain roads. Ying Feichi has a high level of cultivation. Although he does not know how to use a sword, the rugged mountain roads are as smooth as walking on the ground. Zhou Man practiced for a few days and it was fine. But it may be a bit difficult for ordinary people to go.

Opportunity to transform this road.Ying Feichi thought about it.

After arriving at Zhushan, Zhou Man began to cut bamboo shoots.Yellow bamboo shoots are of different sizes, and the ones that are too short cannot be cut, otherwise the bamboo shoots will be too small.Don't let the bamboo shoots be too high, otherwise bamboo tubes will grow, which will affect the quality of the bamboo shoots.

Zhou Man chooses the right knife. The bamboo knife is slightly different from the usual sharp knife. The tip of the knife is thick and sharp, and the sharpness decreases from the tip to the root.When cutting bamboo shoots, first stab the bamboo shoot knife into the root of the bamboo shoots, hold the handle of the knife and rotate it around with the tip of the knife as the origin, and with a "click" sound, the whole bamboo shoot is cut off. It takes only a blink of an eye to be proficient.

Ying Feichi sat next to him. Zhou Man didn't give him a knife, so he put his hands on his knees and his chin and opened his eyes to watch.His gaze shifted from the shining white bamboo shoot knife to the bamboo shoots that had been cut off by "Pu-Kacha", and then to Zhou Man's strong arm.

Zhou Man was still wearing the sleeveless double-breasted jacket, his strong and powerful arms were bare|naked, and every time he exerted his muscles, his muscles bulged, making him look very powerful.Ying Feichi looked at Zhou Man's strong wheat-colored arm, and then at his own white and thin arm, feeling envious and jealous.

After cutting the bamboo shoots, peel them off.Zhou Man slashed the bamboo shoots obliquely, and then broke them off with both hands, the bamboo shoots were peeled off with a clang, revealing the white and tender bamboo shoots.Zhou Man's movements were fast and powerful, and he cut off all the bamboo shoots in this clump in a short while.Cutting bamboo shoots is physical work, and it took only a while for sweat to drip from Zhou Man's forehead and neck, and finally disappeared into his neckline.Ying Feichi was fascinated by looking at it, and inexplicably felt that it was very beautiful, and swallowed involuntarily.

Want to help him wipe his sweat, want to... instead of those beads of sweat clinging to his skin, slipping into his clothes...

A thought suddenly crossed Ying Feichi's mind, which shocked him greatly.He quickly shook his head to get rid of the thought.When he calmed down and looked at Zhou Man again, Ying Feichi suddenly felt a little distressed. He took out the horn knife to find a bamboo leaf, carved a transporting spell and hung it on the back basket, and the peeled bamboo shoots Zhou Man cut off one by one Fly back to the basket.

Zhou Man stood up, and Ying Feichi also stood up with the pannier on his back. Zhou Man was startled, and hurried over to hold the pannier: "Is it heavy? Did you use the transporting spell?"

"I've used it." Ying Feichi said with a smile, "It's okay, let it go, I know."

Zhou Man let go of his hand suspiciously, and was relieved only after he was convinced that there was a transporting spell. He touched his head and was about to speak when a voice suddenly came:

"Aman, cut bamboo shoots?"

The two looked to where the sound came from, and saw Wu Dong, the village head, coming from the other side of the mountain road carrying two heavy sacks, and they hurriedly greeted each other, "Uncle Wu Dong."

Wu Dong put down the burden, sat on the side of the road to rest his feet, wiped his sweat and looked at the two of them. He knew Ying Feichi, so he smiled and said in Mandarin with a strong accent: "My brother is so strong, carrying such a heavy bamboo shoot. Son. The baby is young, so pay attention to the waist, a man's waist is very important."

"Waist?" Ying Feichi heard half of it, and turned to look at Zhou Man. "What's the matter with the waist?"

Uncle Wu Dong brought out the characteristics of a middle-aged wretched man to the extreme. If he didn't know about the existence of comrades, Zhou Man would definitely be angry.But it's hard to say much now, Zhou Man said with a smile: "Uncle Wu Dong, let's go."

He said and pulled people away without looking back.

Ying Feichi controlled himself carefully, not to act too briskly, because he was carrying a heavy load now.He looked at Zhou Man secretly and felt that Zhou Man was a little angry.But why?What's wrong with Wu Dong's words just now?Zhou Man has such a good temper, why would he leave with just one word?

"Zhou Man, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Man couldn't tell what was wrong, he was just angry, and he didn't like other people making dirty jokes about Fei Chi, he didn't like it very much.He may have a parental attitude towards Feichi, and he doesn't want to see his child being teased.Maybe this kind of mood is a little unreasonable, but he refuses to admit that he is wrong, and feels that he must step up protection to keep his children healthy and happy.

Ying Feichi saw that he didn't want to talk and didn't ask any more questions, so he thought about how to lighten Zhou Man's burden.It is impractical to cut bamboo shoots with charms, because it is difficult to manipulate the knife so many times with spells.Might as well...

"Zhou Man." Ying Feichi suddenly thought of something and asked, "Would you like to practice swordsmanship? How about being a swordsman?"

"Why did you think of this all of a sudden?" Zhou Man asked as he cut the bamboo shoots in another clump of bamboo.

"I think you can practice Xinglei swordsmanship, and then use it to cut bamboo shoots." Ying Feichi didn't think there was anything wrong with Xinglei swordsmanship, one of the most profound swordsmanship of Langfeng sect, being used to cut bamboo shoots. , the most important thing in his eyes is that Zhou Man can be at ease and earn money.

"That's the decision." Ying Feichi said, "In the future, when cutting the bamboo shoots, you can first use the Xinglei sword technique to cut off the skirt and peel off the shell, and then use the transporting talisman to get the bamboo shoots back. Anyway, we don't need to spend any effort in the whole process. Don't worry, with me, I can help you do a lot of things."

Zhou Man has been listening silently, and when he finished speaking, he said hello.He seemed to know why he cared so much about Ying Feichi. With such a caring and capable child, who could not be a treasure?

Zhou Man suddenly wanted to hold this treasure for the rest of his life, and no one would give it to him, nor would he sell it for any money.