Chapter 44 Parties to the Agreement

Mo Yu paused in his steps and slightly curled his lips. The matter was half done. But he did not turn around and just stood still. Mo Qi followed him.

Seeing this, Sun Xiangyi narrowed his eyes into thin slits and twitched his nose. He finally lost his reserve and sighed: "It's true that the tiger fell in Pingyang and he couldn't help himself. I thought that I, a great demon king, ended up being threatened by a child."

situation."

The words were self-deprecating. He was so angry that he took the kettle next to him, raised his head and gurgled and drank. He didn't stop even if he couldn't drink in. He let the water flow from the corner of his mouth to his chest and the ground. After a while, the kettle reached the bottom.

Sun Xiangyi shook the kettle, his eyes blurred, he raised his hand, threw the kettle at Mo Yu's feet, and said loudly: "I'm thirsty, please bring me more water!"

His posture just now was clearly seen by Mo Yu and the others, knowing that this old devil was deliberately venting his anger and taking the opportunity to make things difficult for him to retaliate. Mo Qi showed a maiden look on his face and turned around to argue.

Mo Yu waved his hand to stop Mo Beggar, bent down to pick up the kettle, smiled slightly, and felt a little fond of Sun Xiangyi.

This person must have a true temperament. He does not talk about good or evil, but only talks about matters of talent. He is calculated and does not hold grudges privately. He expresses his dissatisfaction openly and openly. He is not like those treacherous people who are hypocritical on the surface and cold-hearted in the back.

Mo Yu threw the kettle on his shoulder and turned around to walk out of the forest. Seeing this, Mo Qi wanted to follow him, but Mo Yu waved his hand to refuse and told him to stay here and be with Sun Xiangyi first.

After all, it was Sun Xiangyi who taught Mo Qi Kung Fu. When the two of them were alone, they would naturally communicate and become familiar with each other, which would also help the other party to teach attentively in the future, so as not to get stuck.

The road was familiar, and Mo Yu came back with water in half an hour. He looked at the fire, where Mo Qi and Sun Xiangyi were sitting opposite each other. They looked at each other with natural expressions, not awkward or stiff.

Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The two parties must have had a conversation before, and they did not feel disgusted with each other, and they had initially adapted to their respective existences.

When Mo Qi noticed Mo Yu's return, he stood up, came over to take the kettle, and quietly told him about his conversation with Sun Xiangyi.

Sure enough, as Mo Yu thought, Sun Xiangyi was very direct. As long as Mo Qi served him well, he would teach him with all his heart and promised to let Mo Qi come into contact with the first-level realm before the Demon Summit Meeting.

Martial arts training is no different from other things. It cannot be achieved overnight. Without a solid foundation, everything is in vain. Therefore, it is not easy to reach the first level of heaven.

Mo Qi didn't agree in a hurry, but wanted to wait for Mo Yu to come back. He didn't understand this, so he still had to listen to Mo Yu's opinion on everything.

Mo Yu naturally agreed and patted Mo Qi on the shoulder reassuringly. The two of them came to sit in front of the fire.

Sun Xiangyi was closing his eyes to take a rest. When he saw Mo Yu approaching, he opened his eyes and glanced sideways, snorted disdainfully, and closed his eyes again. He definitely still had a temper with Mo Yu.

Mo Yu didn't care about it. He picked up a wooden stick to stir the fire and said to himself: "Since the senior has promised to teach me, this brother can't be called ordinary people. From now on, we will call you Mr. Sun, okay?"

Sun Xiangyi did not speak, but snored slightly. It was unclear whether he was really sleeping or pretending to be asleep.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Mo Yu was used to it, so he told Mo Qi to rest early, found a patch of hay nearby, and lay down lightly to sleep.

I have been in a coma for a long time, and although I have almost recovered, my body still needs to rest, so I slept very soundly all night.

The next day, before dawn, Mo Yu was woken up by Mr. Sun's roar. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw Mo Qi with a black eye. He had just come back from relieving himself and was shaking his head.

After all, he is a martial arts practitioner. In the past, Junfu often practiced in the morning, so he got used to it in a short time.

Mr. Sun stood up with a cane in his hand, glared at Mo Yu and shouted: "I came back from hunting some game with me. I haven't had any meat in a few days, and I can't help but feel like a hair in my mouth."

Then he turned his head and hit Mo Qi's chest with the crutch, causing the latter to perk up and said angrily: "You're such a bear and you still want to practice martial arts!?"

Mo Qi frowned and stared, wanting to refute but was unable to do so. He turned to look at Mo Yu, who ignored him, picked up Youqi and left to find some food.

The road to martial arts training is difficult and dangerous, and one must go through various pressures and tribulations. Therefore, no matter what Mr. Sun does to Mo Qi, he will not interfere. As long as he does not deliberately mess with it, Mo Qi must bear it on his own.

Mo Qi followed Mo Yu for a day or two, and he was not stupid himself. He quickly understood what his elder brother meant. With a serious look on his face, he cupped his fists and said to Mr. Sun, "Old Sun, I won't do it anymore."

Sun Xiangyi's face trembled, and the look in his eyes was complicated, as if he was remembering something, but in just a moment, he returned to his old devil image.

Sun Xiangyi shouted with a straight face: "Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart!"

Mo Qi looked solemn and obeyed.

When Mo Qi got ready, Sun Xiangyi reached out with his crutch, struck Mo Qi twice on the inside of his knees, and said in a deep voice: "Sink your waist, bow your legs, hold Yuan Dantian with both hands, inhale deeply and exhale luck!"

Since it was his first time, Mo Qi couldn't do it according to the standard, so he had to be beaten with a cane. His face was firm, and he never said a word, and he tried hard to do as he was asked.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Xiangyi circled around Mo Qi, and found no other problems. Then he slowly sat down beside him, glanced sideways at a certain place in the forest, and sneered coldly: "You bastard!"

In the forest, Mo Yu saw Sun Xiangyi looking this way, feeling slightly embarrassed. He did not leave, but just observed secretly, first to see if Sun Xiangyi was sincere in teaching, and secondly to see if Mo Qi could persist.

Fortunately, the result was good and both parties behaved as required.

Because I got up early, the sky was gray and the light was not very strong. The fog in the forest was heavy and hazy, with some valley birds flying around.

Mo Yu first picked some wild fruits, cut down a few thin tree branches, and made a simple rattan basket on the spot, covered it with leaves, and put the wild fruits in it.

Originally, these were enough for three people to eat, but Sun Xiangyi wanted to eat meat, so Mo Yu had to turn around and continue walking into the forest, hoping to see pheasants, hares and the like.

He wanted to seek help from others, but also wanted to make good friends. Following Sun Xiangyi's clear distinction between grudges and grudges, his injuries improved and he participated in the Demon Summit Meeting. He was also able to remember the subtle feelings between the two of them, and had some guidance and protection, so that he would not be completely clueless in the chaotic dance of the demons.

After wandering around for half an hour, the sky lit up in white. Mo Yu didn't see any wild animals, except for birds in the sky, and there were no feathers on any animals.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand if you think about it carefully. Birds and animals all have their own rules of life. When they move and when they rest, they all move at a certain time. It will happen if you don't think about it.

Fortunately, his luck wasn't all that bad. At three o'clock in the morning, Mo Yu encountered two spotted pheasants in a ginseng bush. It was an accident. He accidentally kicked a piece of gravel into the bush and flew out.

Two pheasants foraging.

After breaking through the iron shoes and finding no place, I felt refreshed and took out two wild fruits from the nearby rattan basket. I swung them out with my right palm and accurately shot down half of the pheasants in the air before they fell into the bushes.

After all, he was still in the Second Heaven Realm, and it was more than enough to catch a pheasant. Mo Yu walked into the bushes calmly and found the pheasant that was still struggling. Youwei slapped the pheasant with its sheath tail, and the pheasant lost its breath.

I picked up a few pieces of grass from the side and cut them into thin strips. I tied the legs of the two pheasants together and put them on my shoulders. The pheasants were hung on the tail of their sheaths. I was carrying a cane basket of wild fruits in my left hand. It was a fruitful harvest.

The return trip went smoothly. There was not much time before Mo Yu returned to the forest. Sun Xiangyi was the first to notice it, but he didn't say anything and just glanced sideways.

Mo Yu was not surprised and looked at Mo Qi.

At this moment, the latter's face was red, and he remained still in the posture of holding Yuan Shouyi, his legs were shaking, his back was sweating profusely, and some white mist came out of his head, but his eyes were firm, his lips were pursed, and he had no intention of slacking off.

Mo Yu nodded heartily, walked to the fire, used a wooden stick to remove the ashes from his head, and rekindled the fire. Then he took the kettle, disemboweled the pheasant from the side of the forest, cleaned it, and grilled it on wooden skewers.

After finishing these tasks, I washed the wild fruits with the last water from the kettle, then went out to the forest again to bring them back, and after heating the shortbread, it took exactly half an hour.

Calculating the time, Mo Qi had been practicing for two hours. Sun Xiangyi leaned towards the fire with a cane and shouted to Mo Qi without looking back: "Let's do this for today."

When Mo Qi heard this, his face relaxed, and he wanted to stop, but his legs went soft and he collapsed to the ground, panting and sweating as he looked here.

Sun Xiangyi turned a blind eye and sat down on his own. Without saying hello to Mo Yu, he reached out and picked up the big pheasant, blew on it and smacked his lips: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, without the spices, it's just so-so."

While talking, he touched the kettle shortbread, and he looked very welcome.

Mo Yu's expression was natural and he was not dissatisfied. On the contrary, he was a little happy. The so-called short-mouthed man was afraid that the other party would not fall for it.

He reached for the pheasant, tore off a chicken leg and placed it on the leaves. He also took a piece of cake and a wild fruit, picked up the kettle, and walked to Mo Qi with the remaining pheasants.

Under Mo Qi's moved eyes, he helped the other person up, patted his shoulder, and said warmly: "The road to martial arts is long and difficult, I believe in you."

Mo Qi's face became excited when he heard this. He called out to brother, moved his eyes to the pheasant meat, and waved his hands with emotion: "Brother, I can't eat so much."

Mo Yu didn't care, he put down the things with a serious look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Practice martial arts and build a foundation, consumption is very important, eat well, don't make big brother angry!"

Saying this, Mo Qi stopped refusing, put all the gratitude in his heart, silently picked up food and drinks, and secretly made a decision in his heart, vowing to practice hard and become a useful person to his elder brother.

When Mo Yu returned to the fire, Sun Xiangyi had wiped out all the pheasants. The thing he was chewing in his mouth now was Mo Yu's chicken leg.

Seeing that Mo Yu's face was a bit ugly, Sun Xiangyi stroked his beard very happily: "I am too seriously injured, and I have to teach that good-for-nothing boy. I am really hungry. I will follow this standard in the future, tsk tsk."

Listening to the other party smacking his lips at the chicken bones, Mo Yu endured it again and again, smiling softly and saying: "If you can eat it, what's the point of doing this every day?"

Everything is about scale, and so is food and drink. Mo Yu decided to follow Sun Xiangyi's instructions and prepare these ingredients every day until he gets tired of eating them and vomits!

Everyone finished their breakfast in their own moods. Mo Qi was able to get up on his own and stumbled over to clean up with Mo Yu.

Sun Xiangyi ignored this and sat far away. He called out the green snake again, pinched the snake's head and swallowed the venom. His strange behavior made Mo Yu guess that this was a way of healing. Judging from the other person's face, it was true that every time he drank the venom, there would be...

Improved.

After packing up, Sun Xiangyi came over on a crutch, looked at the sky and said to Mo Yu: "The Peak Demon Conference will not be held for several months, so before that, I must have a quiet place to recover from my injuries."

Mo Yu's eyes flashed and he asked calmly: "Does Mr. Sun have any concerns?"

Hearing this, Sun Xiangyi narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard and smiled: "Of course there is, and it's not far from here, just a few days' walk."
Chapter completed!