C11 mountain cultivation

"Alright, read this book first. I'll let you have a taste of my skills today."

After Old man Tao said his piece, he ignored me and walked out of the cave while humming his little tune, leaving me alone to hold onto the book of morals. I flipped through it and actually had a feeling that I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, I had only read the second year's book at that time because of the revolution and it stopped, with my current level, how could I understand? Besides, my stomach is growling.

Pity my body and soul have be badly hurt

However, there was no lack of food in the mountain. Not long after Old man Tao left, he picked up a wild chicken and two deer.

"Master, I see that you don't have any cooking stoves in this cave. Don't tell me that we're going to be eating something grilled from now on?"

Old man Tao thought for a moment, then nodded his head thoughtfully. That's true, how about this, in the afternoon, go to your parents' place and get some pots and pans.

I saw that Old man Tao seemed to have something on his mind, so I put down the book and asked: "Master, how long have you lived here?"

"Years."

"Why are you here?"

"Looking for something."

"Find what?"

"Go find me and find your grandma. You even asked me if I came. Go cook lunch today."

At first, I thought that I could get some answers out of him, but I didn't think that Old man Tao would suddenly change my expression just like that, and suddenly kicked my butt, and even scolded me twice. I was kicked forward a few steps, and before I could even regain my senses, the old man said, "Humph, my foundation is unstable, my leg strength is not reliable.

After he finished speaking, he took out a stick of dry smoke from his waist, put it into the pipe, lit it up and started smoking. I lit a fire and plucked the feathers of the pheasant while mumbling to myself. I didn't know how you had survived all these years in the mountains. You didn't even have rice to eat.

"What are you muttering about, kid?" As for rice, you can go down to someone else's house for a meal when you have nothing to do, but I can also eat for free, or I can help them with their work, or else I can treat them, make up their roof or whatever, and not let them down, I don't owe anyone anything, and you have to learn it slowly, oh right, speaking of rice, master will come over to your house with you in the afternoon, take some pots and pans or something, and bring some rice over by the way, it's all for the sake of you. "

How could I have known that the Old man Tao's ears would be so sensitive? Damn, my family needs to be provided with some more rice, aiya.

After a simple lunch, Old man Tao taught me the first few lines of the Classic of Virtue. He told me to memorize them by heart.

In the afternoon, Old man Tao and I went down the mountain and sure enough, we took pots and pans, a big bag of rice, and two pieces of cured meat from home. My parents wanted to give Old man Tao money, but Old man Tao did not accept it.

I have no doubt about what Old man Tao said, because with his rascally personality and his face as thick as dirt, it was an easy thing for him to do.

Just as I was about to leave home, Old man Tao looked at my parents as if he had something to say, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he decided not to speak and brought me up the mountain again.

I have to say that in that turbulent era, although living in the mountains was a bit hard, but compared to other families, it was already a lot better. Just from the food, we wouldn't have to say that there was food every day, but in just two or three days there would definitely be meat. Sometimes there was a wild chicken, sometimes there were deer, sometimes there were rats, and sometimes, I couldn't even find any animals.

And the reason why food was guaranteed was because Old man Tao had said, "Rich people do not study the arts, poor people do not practice the martial arts."

According to him, we have to learn martial arts and our bodies must have a lot of energy. If we can't even eat our fill and have no body, then what are we going to use to practice martial arts? Moreover, we are all cultivators, and besides, we need to consume a lot of energy to learn and train our bodies, we have to eat a lot of food before we can practice martial arts. Therefore, the quality of the food must be guaranteed.

On the mountain, other than practicing the five birds' play that Old man Tao taught me every day, Taiji Fist, eight brocade segments, Xing Yi Martial Arts, and so on, studying books is also a daily necessity. During that period of lack of knowledge, Old man Tao taught me a lot of knowledge and taught me a lot of words.

In the beginning, Old man Tao only asked me to recognize, read, and slowly understand his. But because I was too stupid, in the past two years in the mountain, I didn't feel that kind of feeling he had, even if it was just a little bit.

According to the Old man Tao, if he could comprehend this kind of Qi sense, he wouldn't even need to open his eyes. Just by relying on that strand of righteous energy in the surrounding aura, and just a little bit of life force, he would be able to find a way out.

"Who's going to close their eyes and walk? What if they don't have any righteousness?" I often ask that.

"Bullshit, no matter how dark the world is, there will still be a place with righteous energies remaining. The so-called Great Dao is 50, the Sky Spill is 4 or 9, and humans escape is one of a kind. In any desperate situation, people can always seek a chance at survival, and that is often said of the heavens.

In this forest, I have not learned a single thing about the Old man Tao's abilities. However, I have learned a lot of theoretical things, so I practice those fist techniques every day. My body is also stronger and more agile.

It was another ordinary winter morning, and I got up early as usual. After washing up, I went out to fetch two buckets of water. It had become a habit.

Yesterday night, there was a big snowstorm, the entire mountain forest was a vast expanse of white, it was covered in silver, and it was extremely beautiful. From time to time, there would be the cry of a bird coming from a valley in the distance, and it had the kind of atmosphere of "a cicada's noise surpasses the tranquility, and the cry of a bird dying in the mountains", which made people feel relaxed and happy, as if they were the only one in the vast earth.

The snow was thick beneath his feet, and he soon reached the spring where he had drawn water earlier. However, due to the cold weather, the spring was frozen outside. There was only a tiny stream of water after Zhang Xuan pried it open. He waited for a long time before filling the two pails.

It was a heavy burden to carry all the water in the first place, but it was already effortless for me to use it all the way now. I used my hands to make myself a small carrying pole, and each bucket was used to carry the water back the way I came. Although it didn't go as smoothly as what Old man Tao had said, it was still almost like a full bucket when it was brought to the entrance of the cave.