The next day, they got up early and practiced with the same thick wooden stick.
The sound of the wind was heard again in the early morning. Occasionally, there would be a village name passing by.
As for Mo, the villagers all acknowledged his hard work.
However, every time they saw Mo working hard, everyone could not help but shake their heads. He sighed in his heart.
'Perhaps Mo isn't that thin and weak, or maybe Mo is a little more burly, and he can really have a future!'
This was what almost everyone thought.
Although Mo was not even 14 years old, he was already over 1.75 meters tall. However, compared to the youths in the village or other villages, Mo seemed too thin and weak. His fair and clean skin gave people a feeling that he was too weak to stand up to a wind.
Mo knew this very well.
He never argued about anything.
He wasn't as strong as the other youths, and he knew this very well. However, he never thought that this would determine that he would never be inferior to others.
"It's already the thirteenth. Within half a year, he should be able to add another one.”
Feeling his arm aching, Mo wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Unlike before, he could clearly feel the changes in his abdominal muscles and arms after practicing day after day.
He vaguely remembered that at the beginning, he was really weak.
"In the end, it's still because the nutrition can't keep up.”
Shaking his head, Mo continued to focus on the sword path.
Although he had never fought before, he knew that if he fought with the white-haired old man's students, he would not lose to anyone else.
Although he was not as strong, he had his own secrets.
Every time he observed the students sparring with each other, he could clearly predict where they would attack in the next moment.
Although his mind wasn't clear, it made Mo feel as if a supercomputer had been installed in his mind.
One move after another. At the next moment of the attack, Mo would know where the other party would attack and from which direction.
In other words, no matter what he learned, it was as if he would practice it countless times in his mind when he slept.
Most of them would have an opponent.
Sometimes it was a young man, sometimes it was an old man.
Even he himself did not know who his opponent in his dream was tonight.
.......
"Mo, your mother made a coat for your grandmother last night. Find a time to bring it over.”
Zai Mo practiced for about two hours before his parents came out of the house.
Today was a rare gathering. Everyone within a radius of dozens of miles had a hidden intention. Every three days, they would go to the county town to trade or sell things.
It was also during the gathering that everyone could exchange for what they wanted.
"Good!"
Mo nodded.
Thinking of his grandmother, a rare smile appeared on Mo's face.
After coming to this world, the first person who gave Mo Wennuan warmth was her grandmother. He would never forget that when he was sick, his old grandmother had been by his side for three days.
In which three days and nights? Whether it was the herbs that were so bitter that they made him vomit or the white-haired old woman who took good care of him. It was deeply imprinted in his heart.
The only pity was that his grandmother's health had never been good.
After his parents left the courtyard, Mo saw that there was not much time left. He hurriedly returned to the house and walked out with a rice biscuit in his mouth.
When they arrived at the Yin Manor, Mo took advantage of the fact that Yin Ning, the female demon king, had not woken up to bring the two horses out of the manor early in the morning.
"Old friends, I'm counting on you!"
Seeing that there was no one around, a smile appeared on Mo's face.
He patted the horse's neck. It seemed that these two horses were also very spiritual. One of the horses actually knelt down.
Mo rode on the horse and once again stroked the horse's neck and rubbed it.
The horse got up and started running.
Cuckoo Cuckoo
The sound of horse hooves rang out, and then it quickly disappeared into the air.
In this era, being able to ride a horse was a very prestigious thing. Ordinary families were not allowed to raise horses, especially a good warhorse. That was strictly controlled.
Therefore, many people might not even touch it once in their entire lives, let alone ride a horse.
Many youths would occasionally see a warhorse, and it was enough for him to brag to his companions for a long time.
In order to not attract the attention of others, or to make the other youths feel unbalanced, every time they passed by the village, Mo would dismount in advance and pass through the village before continuing to ride.
.......
His grandmother lived nearly fifty miles away from Elephant Village. If they walked, it would take at least six to eight hours to go back and forth.
It was twice as fast on horseback. If there were fewer mountain roads, it could even be three times faster.
Before noon, Mo arrived at a farmer's house.
After getting off the horse, he gently pushed open the bamboo door. Surprisingly, there were two horses in the courtyard.
Was there a guest at Grandmother's place?
Mo didn't know. He led the horse into the courtyard. One person and four horses. When the two horses in the courtyard saw two unfamiliar horse faces, they shook their heads and neighed a few times.
The two horses brought by Mo were not to be outdone either, and they breathed out hot air from their noses.
"Be good, don't cause trouble!"
Mo comforted the two horses and led them to the other side of the courtyard.
Although the two horses of the Yin Manor were tall and handsome, much stronger than the other two, he was still worried that the two horses of the Yin Manor would be at a disadvantage if they really fought.
Because his sharp eyes saw that there were many wounds on the two horses. One look and he could tell that they had been on the battlefield.
This kind of warhorse almost always raced with the Grim Reaper on the battlefield. Other horses might not be able to defeat them in a fight based on their physique alone.
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