Preach and teach.

After Wu De said something to Tu Fu, he took Tu Fu back to the yard, asked some questions, and taught Tu Fu the Arhat Boxing alone.

"Since you're not sleepy, let's start now. Don't think too much. This is how we get here."

Wu De was relieved and started practicing by himself. It was the same as when Faren taught Tufu.

He punched fiercely three times, but Wu De's face turned red and he was out of breath, so he looked at Tu Fu.

So Tu Fu started fighting in a classy manner. After one fight, Wu De was stunned on the spot, and then asked with a strange look: "Junior brother, have you really never learned Arhat Boxing before?"

"Really not."

Wu De sighed, and there was envy in his eyes again: "No wonder you can become Master Uncle Faren's direct disciple."

"It's my senior brother who fights well and teaches well."

"There is no need to say this. Although this senior brother of Luohan Quan has fought tens of thousands of times, and his regular movements have been praised by the teacher, so he is fortunate to have the responsibility of teaching boxing, but the senior brother knows his own weight."

Tu Fu didn't know what to say for a moment, thinking about what he should have just performed.

He has heard of the principle that any tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Even if he has a master like Faren and is a true disciple of the Great Buddha Temple as Wu De calls him, he cannot be unkind.

"Junior brother, there is no need to worry about it. When it comes to talent and qualifications, senior brother has seen more than one person as good as you. If I couldn't even feel sorry for this, senior brother, I would have left the mountain long ago."

After Wu De comforted Tu Fu again, he began to give detailed instructions.

Tu Fu's memory is very good, and he can remember it well after being punched three times, but after all, he lacks grasp of some details.

Moreover, the so-called boxing skills are not just external moves. If it were that simple, then there would be no need to become an apprentice to learn boxing. The same principle applies to any swordsmanship or swordsmanship.

Different boxing techniques may appear to have the same moves, but the power they use is very different, even as different as clouds and mud.

In short, the methods of luck are different.

"Don't use your true energy, don't think about changing your moves, and don't think about combining the "Tong Zi Kung" boxing techniques you have learned. Just punch, use your body strength, pay attention to your breathing, and have no distracting thoughts..."

After an hour, Wu De stopped teaching.

"Junior brother, take a rest early and continue tomorrow. When you get up tomorrow, senior brother will arrange work for you, so don't worry yet."

"Thank you, senior brother."

There was nothing to say all night, but there was something to say again.

Tu Fu got up early, and before Wu Po could arrange any work for him. When he was washing and eating, Hui Tong came over with some hesitation.

"Huitong, what's the matter? But it's okay to say it."

Tu Fu thought that Huitong wanted to eat sweets or something else, or that he had talked with other fellow apprentices last night and was planning to work for Tu Fu in exchange for money.

What I didn’t expect was.

"Uncle Master." Huitong whispered: "You...you talked in your sleep at night."

"Huh?"

Tu Fu was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know that he still had the habit of talking in his sleep, and he lived in a single room, separated from Huitong's Datongpu room by a wooden board. Even if it wasn't soundproof, talking in his sleep shouldn't be transmitted, right?

"Really." Huitong hesitated: "Besides, I still shouted it."

"Shouted?" Tu Fu asked curiously: "What did I shout?"

"You can't forget it, even if you die."

"..."

Tu Fu believed it. He did have something he couldn't forget. He also had a similar scene in his dream, but he didn't expect that he would actually shout it out.

"That's not right." Tu Fu frowned and asked, "If I shouted it out, how do you know I was talking in my sleep instead of... shouting for fun?"

"Because I didn't hear clearly the first two times. I just heard a shout from your side. I thought something was going on, so I ran over with my two senior brothers."

Huitong explained with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Brother, your door was not locked. We pushed in and went in. Then...then we saw you lying on the bed, shouting several times, with your eyes closed."

After experiencing something like that and walking such a long way, I finally had the opportunity to sleep on the bed. In a place like the Great Buddhist Temple, I will naturally fall into a deep sleep.

When Tu Fu understood, he also warned himself in his heart.

"It's okay. Talking in sleep is normal. Don't worry about me."

"I know it's normal. Many of our brothers talk in their sleep, snore, and grind their teeth..."

As Huitong spoke, his tone hesitated again, and he lowered his voice again and asked: "Brother, you can't forget what you said, right..."

Tu Fu was silent for a moment and nodded.

Huitong, who had been staring at him, finally confirmed his suspicion. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

Tu Fu patted Huitong on the shoulder.

"It's okay, don't think too much, practice martial arts well, and we will leave Xiangji Kitchen together when the time comes."

"Okay."

As soon as they finished talking, the time to gather was almost here. Not long after the two returned to the yard, everyone except Wu Ke gathered together.

Wu De began to make arrangements, and Tu Fu took the job of chopping wood, together with Huitong and others.

After receiving the axe, hatchet, saw and other tools before setting off, Wu De came over specially and warned again: "Junior brother, don't worry."

"Junior brother knows."

The place where the firewood was cut was in the back mountain, but it was not the same mountain as the back mountain where the female ghost was. It only took an hour and a half to walk there. They couldn't make it in time for lunch, but they brought dry food and water bottles with them when they came out.

No need to rush back.

According to Huitong, this is what everyone does when they go out to cut firewood.

Tu Fu calculated it silently in his mind and understood why Wu De would make such a suggestion.

It takes three hours to go back and forth. For example, Huitong has to sleep for five hours, so there are only four hours left every day. There is a specific amount of wood cutting, which takes about two hours, plus two meals in the morning and evening and some other things.

Chores, just one hour to practice is already a lot.

"Uncle, you don't have to do anything, I'll do it." Huitong spoke directly after arriving at the place, and explained: "I have agreed with the four senior brothers."

The four nephews, who were also of the Hui generation, also spoke one after another.

"Yes, uncle, we are here, you don't have to do anything."

"Don't worry, uncle, we know what we have in mind and we have enough time."

"Uncle Master, you can rest, you can also practice martial arts."

"Uncle, I don't know how to speak, but I have a lot of strength."

Tu Fu was a little confused. No wonder Huitong kept winking at him on the way.

It was only because when they came, there were other people traveling with them, and they separated only after reaching their respective firewood-cutting areas, so Huitong and the others only spoke out now.

He wanted to agree. It would be good to have two more hours to practice. Although he didn't know what the 'price' Huitong had said was, the intelligence he showed was definitely worth the money.

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However, before speaking, Tu Fu thought of Faren, Mingxin, and Wude’s reminder.

"Thank you to my nephews, but this is my first time coming to the mountains to chop firewood. After practicing martial arts, my strength has increased, but I don't know how much..."

Tu Fu tried not to make his refusal so blunt, so as not to embarrass Huitong. He said some kind words and promised to treat him to show that he was generous and wealthy, which made all five nephews happy.

So they worked together to chop wood, each with their own division of labor.

When it comes to cutting firewood, Tu Fu actually has some experience. On the way to the Great Buddha Temple, although Faren is not afraid of the cold and heat, eating in the wind and drinking dew, he is not good at it. Whether it is for eating, drinking or keeping warm, he always needs to light a fire.

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However, chopping firewood at the Great Buddha Temple was a little different from what he had done on the way here.

"If you can't cut down the trunk of a tree, that's cutting down the tree, not firewood. What we want are the branches. If you cut down the tree, it won't die. It will grow back in three to five years. But if you cut down the tree, plant it again and let it grow like this.

Tall and tall, ten or eight years are not enough.

Although this is a bit troublesome, otherwise, no matter how many mountains and forests there are, there won’t be enough for us. It’s not just us, but also the people below the mountain.

You can cut down trees when burning charcoal, but you have to plant trees when cutting down trees. Cut down one tree and plant three. After the beginning of spring, when the season is suitable, we all have to plant trees. I like planting trees the most. When I have time, I will

I'll take Uncle Master to see the trees I planted, some of them are at the foot of the mountain."

Huitong started talking, and the six of them chatted and chopped in a relaxed manner. They all had practiced martial arts and had good strength. The youngest was the ten-year-old Huitong, who was responsible for picking up and binding, and the fourteen-year-old Tu

Fu, he took advantage of the fact that he had begun to accumulate energy and started to chop with the hatchet.

The other four nephews are all over sixteen years old, and the eldest is already twenty-three years old. Their bodies have grown and their strength is strong. They have all practiced martial arts, chopping or sawing, and they are quite relaxed and comfortable.
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"It's been fine recently, but after a while, I'll have to change to a forest, ugh..."

"Don't sigh. What should I do if I scare my uncle?"

"That's right. We just need to clear out the thorny thorns in the forest first. There's nothing to be afraid of. I won't have to do anything until the time comes. I'm the best at this."

Tu Fu responded casually, thinking about some common sword skills he had learned and feeling the power.

Although there is no rush, time cannot be wasted.

When he was getting better, Tu Fu suddenly felt something strange. It seemed that someone was staring at him.

I looked around, but found nothing.
Chapter completed!