A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 97

However, after seeing this set of shooting techniques, song QingHan not only rekindled the martial arts dream in his heart, but also had a new understanding of Wu Dahu's martial arts talent.

Wu Dahu's temperament is calm. Every day he comes back from the martial arts school, he says that he is not good enough. So song QingHan really thinks that the shooting technique is very difficult for him. But now, it is not good to be able to practice a set of skills that he has never been exposed to in just a few days?

Seeing song QingHan's eyes full of admiration, Wu Dahu laughed, embarrassed and said, "the demonstration was too fast just now. Now I'll show you slow motion."

This is not a martial arts school, and song QingHan is not a student who needs to take part in the martial arts test. Therefore, he Wenli's method of "only demonstrating once" is not feasible. He has nothing else to do today. If song QingHan can't understand it, he will repeat the demonstration until song QingHan understands it.

After carefully watching Wu Dahu's second demonstration, song QingHan put the small stone into his arms, raised the round stick in his hand, and said in a loud voice, "I'm coming! Be careful

Wu Dahu didn't know what song QingHan asked him to be careful, but he still stepped back obediently and protected the exposed part of the small stone with his hands.

When song QingHan's round stick flew away from Wu Dahu's original position for the third time, Wu Dahu finally understood what the word "be careful" meant.

Although he didn't have any expectations for song QingHan's martial arts talent, he didn't know how to say "low-level mistake" even when he couldn't hold the round stick. He could only comfort him by saying, "it's OK. Just practice more. I'll pick things first."

He was worried that it was because he was watching by the side, which made song QingHan under too much pressure, so he put forward the idea of avoiding for a while. The distance between the left and right was not far away, so he could still take care of anything.

After Wu Dahu left, song QingHan lowered his mind and slowed down his swing of the stick. He even finished it from the beginning to the end. Although the action was not standard, it had made great progress for the previous several times.

He was so happy in his heart that he kept repeating the movements, from slow to fast. Finally, he was quite like a demonstration of Wu Dahu.

When he waved the stick out again because of a mistake, he found that it was already midday, and his hands were shaking unconsciously, probably due to excessive force.

Wu Dahu had already finished picking what they needed. He stood quietly and watched song QingHan's action. Seeing him stop, he finally went out and praised: "you've learned very well! In time, your shooting will surely surpass mine

Song QingHan sold his head when he got a bargain. He nodded without hesitation and said: "of course, we'll compete with each other to see whether it's your gun or mine that lasts!"

Wu Dahu was stunned. Two suspicious blushes appeared on his face. He quickly moved away from his eyes. He coughed softly and said, "we'll go back first if there's nothing wrong. The little stone should be hungry."

Seeing that his face was unnatural, song QingHan realized that there was ambiguity in his words just now. He turned red and hurried to carry a basket. He did not even look at Wu Dahu, but walked out of the woods.

Wu Dahu, who fell behind, took out a hairpin from his arms and looked at it carefully. After hesitating for a moment, he finally summoned up his courage and quickly followed song QingHan's steps. Suddenly he took his hand and put the hairpin into his hand's heart. He said unnaturally, "this little thing... You can take it."

When his hand was caught, song QingHan's eyes showed a touch of joy, and the heart of the wood finally opened up. Seeing that his hand soon left, and his hand had a bare wood, song QingHan was a little disappointed, but after listening to his words, his heart suddenly flowed a warm current.

He picked up the wooden hairpin, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He was surprised and said, "this is... Hollow on both sides?"

It is not the first time that he has seen the pattern with two sides hollowed out. The parting hairpin that Lin Dafu gave him in the jewelry store was just a jade hairpin with two sides hollowed out.

Wu Dahu obviously remembered what happened at that time. His eyes darkened and he said in a low voice: "yes, I did it before. I missed the opportunity that I gave you..."

because of the prison disaster, there was such a big conflict between them. At that time, he was going to throw away the hairpin in the forest, but later, he did not know what to think, but he put it into his arms like a ghost After that, he was injured, went to buy fur with Laifu, and produced by song QingHan. Gradually, he left the hairpin behind. It was song QingHan who told him to send some small things yesterday that he pulled out the hairpin from his luggage.

Fortunately, the wood he chose at that time was still valuable. Even if he did not take any protective measures, it still looks as bright and clean as before.

Song QingHan's heart is tight, reaching out to take off the jade hairpin on his head. He wants to insert the wooden hairpin into his hair. However, he can't find the right position all the time and almost stabs his scalp.

Wu Dahu suddenly reached out his hand and covered his flustered hand. Slowly, he put the wooden hairpin in the cold hair of Song Dynasty. After looking at it for a moment, he drew a curve around his mouth and whispered, "good looking."Seeing that he didn't release his hand again, song QingHan bent his eyes with a smile, nodded heavily, and said happily on his face: "good looking!"

A gust of north wind blowing, bringing a bleak chill, but the two people seem to be hunru if not aware of it, laughing like a sunny day in June.

Seeing that the "mobile cradle" had stopped for a long time, Xiaoshi screamed in protest and woke them up. After returning to the road, song QingHan thought that it seemed that he was not far away from enjoying the six abdominal muscles...

after returning home, they cooperated with each other to deal with all the seasonings, Siraitia grosvenorii and lemon, and separated the things that were owed to Gao Zhu's two prefectures separately The tiger himself sent them to their house, and then put the rest of the shop in the alley, it was a success.

After a while, the sky turned dark. When the original Xuan came back, his calm face was tangled.

Noticing this, song QingHan pulled him to his body and asked curiously, "what's the matter? But you have been bullied by the people of huichuntang? "

It is inevitable that those who study arts will be excluded and targeted. Even song QingHan, in his first internship, encountered a "senior brother" who is not enterprising and only wants to drag others into the water, and the "elder martial sister" who is racking his brains to figure out how to improve the relationship between the leader and the patient. Therefore, if the original Xuan is really bullied, he has a lot of enlightening words to say ?

However, after hearing song QingHan's question, Xuan quickly shook his head and frowned: "it's not. It's doctor Shi who wants to go out for a visit and asks me if I'd like to follow him. I can't make a decision for a moment."