The birth of the sea of ​​Qi is the beginning of practice.

This does not refer to the foundation building of martial arts practice, but refers to the great changes in the world and the practice after the martial arts mastery, and has now crossed the first threshold.

After that, whether to refine Qi or body depends entirely on one's own fortune.

That is related to understanding and practice, and even more to the Tao.

"Congratulations." Mo Hen said.

Su Che had already adapted to it at this time, and had the urge to sing loudly or to punch and punch something fiercely.

But he knew it couldn't.

"It's okay." Su Che smiled.

With Qi, there will be strength, and strength will be born.

He clenched his fists, and was even more eager to live. This sense of power he possessed made him inexplicably expand.

"Can you beat two people outside?" Mo Hen asked.

Su Che glanced at him and felt that this guy was pouring cold water on him.

"If it is unexpected, it should be feasible." He estimated himself.

He had no reference. He only compared the fights that Zhou Zijin had given him in the past. Now he is more sensitive than before, and his physical strength is not the same.

They are just two minions who can't even do injury armor. I wonder if he can't beat them now?

"Okay, you will have stomachache later." Mo Hen said.

Su Che was stunned, and Mo Hen had already gotten up and walked towards the door.

"Hey," Su Che rolled his eyes. Is the plan that simple?

Isn't this a bit too hasty?

"Oh, my stomach hurts so much!" Su Che leaned back and fell to the ground, began to roll, and breathed in.

"What are you calling?!" The person outside patted the door frame.

"Someone is almost out of reach." Mo Hen's voice suddenly became anxious, as if it was serious, but he was still a little far from the door.

"What's the matter soon?" The people outside the door were very careful.

"Stomach hurts." Mo Hen said.

"Then let it go." The person outside sneered, thinking it was a child's trick.

"He is the youngest son of Su Dingyuan who was sent in just now." Mo Hen said, and at this time, there was no intention of testing Su Che's identity.

"Su Dingyuan's son?" The two people outside lowered their voices, as if they were considering something.

Su Che's intermittent low voices and silences, one after another, and finally began to hum.

"He foamed." Mo Hen said in a hurry.

The person outside the door said, "Ask him what he has eaten."

After a while, Mo Hen said, "He can't speak."

At this time, the other children in the woodshed believed it and were far away, squatting or sitting in the corner of the wall. After all, the boy didn't seem to be pretending, and he kept rolling in pain, just like epilepsy.

The door lock opened after a crisp sound, and the moonlight shone in, casting two blurry shadows.

"You know the rules." Someone held up the fire note and walked in, looked at Mo Hen who was standing far away from the door, and said.

The other one was standing at the door and said, "Be honest and don't move, otherwise." He patted the scabbard on his waist.

"Oh, it hurts." Su Che's voice was weak and low.

The man holding the fire broker and looked at the curled figure, waved his hand and fanned the dust that was rolling up, "If you have stomachache, you will be soaking shit, what are you calling?"

Seeing that he was not here, Su Che stopped calling and only hummed occasionally.

"No?" Mo Hen didn't move, but asked tentatively, "Why don't you go and call someone, what if you die?"

"Call me!" The man at the door snorted coldly and said, "Three sons, come and take a look."

Although they are unscrupulous in their tone, the people locked here are even more precious than them. In the future, no one can reach a certain adult or a powerful man. What is in front of them is not people, but money. If something really happens, they are just guardians and cannot afford to take care of them.

The third son cursed and walked over. The fire slashed down and leaned over to look.

At first glance, he saw that the man on the ground's pale face and corners of his mouth seemed to be spitting dust, his eyes were closed tightly and his whole body was trembling.

"What happened?" He didn't have time to think too much, and squatted down and wanted to pat the boy's face.

"Uh!" But the next moment, a pain occurred on the side of his neck, his eyes turned dark and he fainted.

Su Che closed his finger and pressed against the other side's shoulder blade.

But Mo Hen leaned over just right and asked, "How is it?"

In fact, he supported the man's body with his knees, and Su Che, who was lying on the ground, also raised his arms and supported the other party with all his strength.

With this man blocking his body, the man at the door did not show any wrong, but the fire broke down to the ground.

"Come on!"

The voice was a little panicked, and the sudden sound scared Su Che, because it was the voice of the man named Sanzi, but he clearly fainted.

But he had a lot of experience tonight, so he would not overturn his previous calmness. When he looked closely, he saw that the ink scar in front of him was actually the ink in front of him!

Oral skills.

Su Che widened his eyes. This is mostly something that those who are doing arts in the world learn. Could it be that the government and city still teach this?

He didn't have time to think about it because the man at the door had already come.

"What's wrong?" he said, strode over.

Then, Su Che saw the hazy firelight and Mo Hen squeezed his eyes.

"This kid is dead!"

When he said that, the next moment, Su Che's bent body suddenly rose up, like a hungry tiger jumping into the ravine, and made a sudden move!

The man was shocked by these words for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, his steps subconsciously stepped forward, with a hint of panic, as if he had met him.

By the time he saw clearly the black shadows that were rushing out from the place where the third son blocked it, it was too late.

He felt like he was struck by lightning under his ribs, and a severe pain came from behind his neck, and his eyes rolled and he collapsed.

Mo Hen ignored the third son who fell to the ground and carried the man on his shoulders, causing him to fall to the ground quietly.

Su Che staggered, wiped his face, and gasped.

It was then that the other people in the woodshed understood what happened.

"scare!"

"Mo Hen, you want to escape again!"

"If they caught him, he will definitely not give him food."

"That's right, you wake them up."

Su Che frowned.

Mo Hen smiled, a little helpless, "I escaped three times before. At that time, I was not in this courtyard and the windows were not nailed."

He didn't say it in detail.

Su Che was a little curious, "That was you just now."

"Drums, my senior brother taught me, it's not good to imitate." Mo Hen said: "The night patrolman will arrive soon, so I'd better think about how to leave."

"I recorded the secret whistle along the way." Su Che said.

Mo Hen was happy, "It's great. I haven't even gone out to see it. I was caught by secret whistle the previous few times."

The next moment, he frowned and pressed down a child who was leaning over secretly, "What are you doing?"

"You two want to die, we don't want to be hungry," said the boy.

"We called people and said you want to run away."

"That's right, don't implicate us."

Su Che frowned, he was a little confused about the situation.

Mo Hen said quickly: "The few times I was caught back, Gong Liangqing and the others would starve us for two days, only to give us water."

Su Che understood.

"Who wants to leave with us?" he stepped forward, but said, "But if someone informs or asks for trouble, I don't mind letting him lie on the ground."

As he said that, he glared at the boy who was held down by Mo Hen.

After saying that, he had carefully leaned towards the door.

But Mo Hen wanted to untie the two people's waists on the ground.

"It's too heavy, there's no need." A child whispered.

Mo Hen nodded and walked out the door, while the child was following him.
Chapter completed!