80s Taoism

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Early in the morning, Liu Qiaoye heard movement in the yard and pushed the man.

"Hey, wake up, hey, wake up."

Zhang Youping picked dozens of loads of millet yesterday. Although he usually worked, he still felt sore and backache, and he didn't recover all night. It was early in the morning, and he hadn't fully woken up from his doze.

"What are you doing? Mother-in-law, can't you let me sleep a little longer?"

Zhang Youping closed his eyes again.

Liu Qiaoye gave the man a hard push, "If you are sleeping, you will know how to sleep. You won't be able to wake up when someone else moves the whole house away. Listen, there is movement in the yard!"

"The leopard didn't bark, what's the movement?" Zhang Youping still sat up, his upper body without clothes gave off a sense of strength.

"Listen!" Liu Qiaoye said angrily.

Outside, there was originally a rustling sound, but now it has become a bang bang. It's also really strange, from the beginning to the end, the Diamond Mountain Leopard didn't snort.

"Where's the leopard? Didn't you give medicine to others?" Zhang Youping got out of bed, took a piece of clothing from the cabinet and put it on his body. This morning, the weather is still very cold. Dragging a pair of black handmade shoes on his feet, he pushed open the door, only to see Zai Zai busy in the yard. There are axes and saws in the yard, and there are a few pieces of miscellaneous wood beside it.

"Zai Zai, what are you doing?" Zhang Youping asked very strangely.

"Father, I want to practice Meishan Zhuanggong. This is making a pile. The old Taoist master taught me how to stand on a pile last night." Zhang Jiaohua came over from the back of the house carrying a wooden pile with difficulty. But the way he carried it was a bit weird, he actually carried one of the long wooden stakes. The other end seems to be in the air. It seems to be the same as lifting a stake with someone else. He was indeed carrying the stake with Jin Hu and the others. Otherwise, with Zhang Jiaohua's strength, he really couldn't lift it.

"Put it down, let it go, tell daddy what you want to do, and daddy will fix it for you." Zhang Youping hurried over and took a stake from Zhang Jiaohua's shoulder. When I first picked it up, I felt that the wooden stake was very light, but when I got it in my hand, it suddenly sank and almost fell from Zhang Youping's hands.

Zhang Youping naturally knew what was going on, and put the stake on the ground calmly.

Zhang Jiaohua drew several circles on the ground, "Father, we need to drive some piles here, the piles should be this high."

Zhang Jiaohua took a few measurements with his hands. Zhang Youping understood at a glance. This stake is very similar to the stakes made by boxers who come to the village to recruit apprentices.

"Okay, Dad will fix it for you soon." Although Zhang Youping has never been a carpenter, he can still do simple carpentry.

The door opened completely with a squeak, and Liu Qiaoye came out wearing a pair of dark blue trousers and a real cool floral dress.

"Zai Zai, why are you tossing around in the yard so early in the morning?" Liu Qiaoye asked gently.

"Mother, the old Taoist master said that to practice kung fu, you have to get up early. From now on, I will get up every day to practice Meishan Zhuang Gong." Zhang Jiaohua said firmly.

"Really? The mother wants to see how many days our cubs can last. After one more time, the weather will get colder and colder. I'm worried, there is a little guy who won't get up under the covers in the morning." Liu Qiaoye smiled.

"Mother, I'm ignoring you." Zhang Jiaohua was disliked by his mother, and was very upset, with his mouth raised high.

"Zai Zai, get up every day to practice kung fu, and see what mother says." Zhang Youping sang with a blush.

"Hmph, from now on I will only listen to my father's words." Zhang Jiaohua ran over and kissed his father's face, "Oh, it's so salty."

Zhang Youping hit the plum blossom pile and was sweating all over.

Zhang Jiaohua jumped onto the tree stump and began to practice. The Meishan Zhuang Gong he practiced looks very similar to the Zhuang Gong practiced by those boxers who traveled the rivers and lakes, but there is an essential difference. The pile skills of ordinary boxers practice boxing and kicking skills. Zhang Jiaohua's method of refining qi is to practice inner qi. Now Zhang Jiaohua is practicing the first step of nourishing Qi. This step is to cultivate inner Qi. There are two steps to nourishing gas: gas extraction and gas accumulation. Focus on strengthening the base. Every time you have to stick to the time of a stick of incense.

Zhuanggong looks simple, but it is very hard to practice. The incense had only burned a little bit, and Zhang Jiaohua was already profusely sweating. Don't look at it as simply squatting on the tree stump, but it actually affects the whole body, and the muscles of the whole body are exerting force.

Liu Qiaoye came over to look at it from time to time, seeing Zai Zai training so hard, she couldn't bear it. Several times I wanted to hold Zai Zai down.

Zhang Youping pulled the mother-in-law aside, "You, don't always come to see. Since ancient times, loving mothers have always failed. Zai Zai finally made up his mind. No matter whether he can persist, you mother, you can't hold back."

"We are only seven years old, and it's not meat that fell out of your belly. Of course you don't feel bad." Although Liu Qiaoye said so, he didn't look at it again. Because she didn't know if she saw Zai Zai like that, would she not be able to help but hug him directly?

"Go and watch. If Zai Zai can't hold on any longer, you must hug him so that he doesn't fall." Liu Qiaoye hurriedly told the man again.

Zhang Youping smiled wryly, and couldn't help shaking his head, "There's really nothing I can do about you."

The incense has burned half, Zhang Jiaohua has reached the limit. His legs were shaking constantly. The five Jin Hus also followed Zhang Jiaohua to stand on a pile at the beginning, but they didn't feel anything no matter how they stood, because they no longer had a body, so naturally they couldn't feel the taste of the pile. Seeing Zhang Jiaohua standing so hard, Jin Hu and the others felt very distressed.

Fu Gui pulled La Jinhu's acceptance, but he didn't see what he said, but Jin Hu shook his head. They only need to communicate with each other through their thoughts.

Fugui wanted to take the beggar down, but Jinhu disagreed. He knew what Zhang Jiaohua was doing.

Xiao Shuan stood next to Zhang Jiaohua, wanting to use his hands to support Zhang Jiaohua. But was pulled away by Gouwa.

Mancang stood on the ground and looked at the caller. The caller swayed a little, and he quickly stood in front of Zhang Jiaohua, ready to catch Zhang Jiaohua at any time.

The clothes on Zhang Jiaohua's body were completely drenched with sweat, but who could know how much energy was hidden in this small body?

Every time Zhang Jiaohua shook his body, he would feel as if the bamboo stick in the hand of the old Taoist master had hit his leg, and the piercing pain made him suddenly feel refreshed again.

When the stick of incense burned to two-thirds, Zhang Jiaohua was already shaking. He could fall from it at any moment.

Sweat dripped down from his body like running water, and the sweat on the two bare feet above the stake had already soaked the stake. Drops of water left along the stakes, leaving trails of water.