The next day, just at dawn, Zhang Lang returned to the Shanshen Valley to see how the four old men and Duan Hu were sleeping.

Zhang Lang started the morning class outside the wooden house.

It was not until Zhang Lang was about to end his morning class that the four old men stretched out.

"It's so comfortable! I haven't had such a good sleep in a long time!"

"Wolf cub, did you start morning exercises so early?"

"I'm used to it! I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice for a day!" Zhang Lang took the effort and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Grandpa Su, Grandpa Duan, you can exercise your body first, I'll start making breakfast now."

"Yes! What we martial arts practitioners practice perseverance! Hu Zi, have you heard it? The key to practicing martial arts is to practice the word "practice"! As long as you have mastered your skills, even a set of ordinary long fists can practice magic power!" Mr. Duan took the opportunity to educate Duan Hu.

"You have to learn more from the wolf cubs. Look at the wolf cubs, their kung fu is better than me, but they still practice on the clock! What about you? You fish for three days and dry the net for two days, and you won't even raise your butt if you don't have the sun to the sun!"

"Grandpa! I also dance every day, okay? My brother is so powerful that he practices great kung fu!" Duan Hu made a statement.

"What? What do you mean is that Baguazhang is not as powerful as Bajiquan?" Mr. Duan was so angry that his beard was pouted.

Secretary Su also glared at his eyes, which meant that if Mr. Duan could not educate his grandson well, he would educate his senior brother.

Those who practice martial arts can't hear this. If anyone dares to say that his kung fu is not as good as others' kung fu, he will try his best to prove that the kung fu he practices is the best.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, many disputes in the world were to prove that their skills were no worse than those of others.

"Huzi, there is no distinction between boxing. Each boxing is created through the efforts of several generations and countless drills. It embodies the infinite wisdom of our ancestors. What is not bad is the talent and efforts of our martial arts practitioners."

Zhang Lang hurriedly explained, for fear that Mr. Duan would compete with him again in anger.

"Did you hear it? A little brat!" Mr. Duan looked at Duan Hu's butt and kicked, "Don't complain about bad kung fu if you can't practice well, because you don't have enough talent and hard work enough!"

"Mr. Duan, don't be angry. Hu Zi actually worked very hard! Look, Hu Zi just touched Ming Jin's edge a year ago, and now he is about to break through Ming Jin! His talent is good, and when he builds the foundation, he loses his qi and blood and damages his foundation!" Zhang Lang defended Hu Zi on the side.

"Yes!" Mr. Duan nodded with satisfaction.

When people get old, they are soft-hearted, and they especially like to listen to others praise their younger generations.

Zhang Lang's words were also at the point. Duan Hu did have an understanding and his efforts were no worse than others. The only thing worse was his bad luck and was born at the wrong time.

When building the foundation, it was ten years of darkness. Mr. Duan and his son were locked in a cowshed. It would be nice if Duan Hu and his grandmother could have enough food. They didn’t have the extra money to replenish nutrition and buy medicines to replenish qi and blood.

The result of strong training is to damage the foundation and lose qi and blood.

Otherwise, what if you are poor, rich and powerful, you don’t want to practice martial arts without money. You can’t just practice the wealth of nutrition needed to build foundations, let alone purchase medicines that replenish qi and blood.

Foundation building, clear power, hidden power, and transformation of power are all processes of refining essence and qi. This process does not contain a large amount of nutritional supplements, and does not have a large amount of medicines to replenish qi and blood, so it is easy to waste people's practice.

This cannot be compared with Zhang Lang. Although his family was poor when he built the foundation, he had a god master.

"Okay, Mr. Duan, please move your muscles and bones. I'll cook corn porridge for you to cleanse the stomach and intestines, and remove greasiness!" Zhang Lang persuaded him a few times, turned around to prepare breakfast.

"Brother, I'll help you!" Duan Hu was grateful to Zhang Lang for speaking for him just now and rushed to burn the fire.

"No, you go and exercise. I drank so much monkey wine yesterday. I seized the opportunity to train my qi and blood. Maybe I can enter the dark energy in the next few days." Zhang Lang refused Hu Zi's help.

I drank so much Monkey wine yesterday, but there were many precious medicinal materials to replenish qi, blood, and strengthen muscles and bones. These medicinal powers were fused into the wine and entered the body with the wine. A small part of them were absorbed by the body, which had the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis and rinsing impurities in the body. Most of them were still precipitated in the body.

If you don’t take the opportunity to exercise, let the qi and blood move and absorb the medicinal power, it will be excreted as waste and will be excreted from the body over time.

"Okay! Then I'll go to practice martial arts!" Duan Hu knew that the most important thing he should do now was to move his body as Zhang Lang said, so as to fully absorb the medicinal power in the wine. Under the temptation of the hidden power, he agreed and ran to practice martial arts.

Breakfast is very simple, corn porridge, boiled eggs, and big buns brought from home, you can eat it with a walk.

After dinner, Zhang Lang's grandfather wiped his mouth and asked, "Wolf cub, what are you comparing today? Come out with a charter!"

Well, the old men haven’t forgotten about the competition yet. In fact, this is a way for them to communicate their relationship.

"Today, one person fired ten bullets, the target was a hare, and only a big hare, which was comparable to the quantity and weight! Another point is that this season is when the rabbit is taking a baby. If anyone hits the female rabbit with a baby, he will be deducted points."

"Brother! This is too difficult, right? It's so far away, who can tell whether it's a female rabbit?" Duan Hu was so embarrassed for the old men.

"Haha! This tests the experience and eyesight of the old men! If you don't do it, it doesn't mean the old men are not!" Zhang Lang smiled.

"Yes, the wolf cub is right! Don't make trouble with you, kid. If you can't even tell the difference between the male rabbit and the female rabbit, how can you hunt? Go home and take the child to play!" Old Master Duan didn't get Duan Hu's affection at all.

"Since everyone has no objection, let's start? One morning should be enough, right? I'll prepare lunch here and wait for you."

"No objection! Old guys, let's act separately, and we will turn here at noon! Let's set off!" Zhang Lang's grandfather waved his hand and took the hunting rifle to find his prey.

"Brother, they are so old, it's okay to go into the old forest alone? What if they encounter a wild wolf and a blind bear?" Duan Hu asked with some concern.

"It's okay, what can I do? This area of ​​Shan Shen Valley is a land of presbyterian flowers, and neither the wild wolf nor the blind bear will come!" Zhang Lang comforted with a smile.

The generation of Shan Shen Valley is Zhang Lang's territory. The old men's every move is under the surveillance of Zhang Lang's spiritual sense. What's the real danger? Zhang Lang can arrive in an instant.

This is also Zhang Lang's confidence in letting the old men act alone.

"Brother, do you think I can really reach the Dark Spirit Period?" Duan Hu remembered what Zhang Lang said just now and asked with longing.
Chapter completed!