Chapter 23 Are you guys playing a game?

After Mu Chengye finished speaking, he looked at Ning Bao nervously.

"Little sister, can I learn kung fu from you?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Ningbao nodded repeatedly, as if to say that as long as you don't make me write, we can learn anything.

Ning Bao recalled her experience learning kung fu, then stepped aside, slightly bent her knees, and steadily assumed a horse stance.

"Fourth Brother, to learn kung fu, you must first have a solid foundation. Our first step is to practice the horse stance. Let's begin now."

From now on, we'll do one session every morning and evening... Well, let's start with half an hour, I'm afraid you can't handle a full hour."

Mu Chengye was a diligent and studious child. When he saw his younger sister starting to practice the horse stance, he did not hesitate to follow Ning Bao's example and immediately started practicing the horse stance as well.

Although Ningbao is young, her basic skills are very impressive. She was forced to stand in a horse stance by her unscrupulous master as soon as she could stand.

Ningbao did the horse stance like it was nothing, but Mu Chengye was different. Although he was five years old, he had never done the horse stance before. Today was his first time.

He wasn't interested in his older brothers practicing kung fu with their father, he only liked reading.

Mu Chengye's legs started trembling after he had only been standing for a short while.

But when he saw Ning Bao standing there steadily, he immediately gritted his teeth and continued to stand.

"Chengye, Ningbao, are you playing a game?" Just then, Lin Dongyang, the village chief's grandson, ran over.

Hearing his friend's question, Mu Chengye wanted to answer, but he was currently gritting his teeth and bracing himself for a horse stance, afraid that he would lose heart as soon as he opened his mouth.

So Mu Chengye's face turned bright red, and he stubbornly ignored Lin Dongyang.

Seeing Lin Dongyang curiously circling around them, Ning Bao kindly replied,

"Brother Dongyang, we are practicing kung fu."

"Don't disturb my fourth brother yet; he can't speak right now, or he'll lose his strength."

"Practice kung fu?" Lin Dongyang was also very interested when he heard Ning Bao mention practicing kung fu.

"Ningbao, is the kung fu you practiced good enough to hunt rabbits, pheasants, and even bad guys?"

Ningbao stood steadily on her feet, her little head slightly nodding.

"That's right, Brother Dongyang. We practice kung fu that can be used to fight people. I'm really good at beating bad guys. I can take them down one by one without ever missing."

Brother Dongyang, do you want to practice? Ningbao can teach you.

You don't know, my senior brothers all say I'm very strong. My fists, as big as sandbags, can knock bad guys flying one by one. Even the tigers in the back mountains of Sanqing Mountain are afraid of me.

My master said I'm a very talented martial artist; apart from eating a lot, I'm perfectly fine.

Forehead!

Lin Dongyang looked at the little child, who was just over three years old and barely reached his waist, with a suspicious expression.

Ning Bao is fighting a tiger?

Why does it seem so unconvincing?

Wouldn't a little child like her be eaten alive by a tiger?

Although Lin Dongyang is only eight years old, he is tall for his age.

So Ning Bao, who is relatively short for her age, looks like a little dwarf next to Lin Dongyang.

Lingling, who seemed to understand Lin Dongyang's thoughts, peeked out from Ningbao's small handbag, gave her rather short master a sympathetic look, and then shrank back into the bag to rest.

Although Lin Dongyang had some doubts about Ning Bao's tiger-fighting story, he was not opposed to practicing kung fu at all.

Lin Dongyang also followed Ning Bao's example and stood next to Mu Chengye in a horse stance.

Zhao Juhua, standing at the nearby camp, watched Ning Bao and the other two practicing their horse stances.

"Pooh!"

"A little kid who's still breastfeeding is practicing kung fu?"

Standing next to Zhao Juhua, Mu Chengrong slurped, sniffling as snot dripped from his nose.

"Grandma, I want to learn kung fu too."

"Smack!" Zhao Juhua lightly patted Mu Chengrong's forehead.

"What are you thinking about? Learning kung fu? From whom? That wild girl?"

Nobody would believe a baby who's just been weaned can do kung fu!

A ghost: You may not believe me, but I do. If you have something to say, say it directly and don't bring up ghosts, or the ghost will die a very unjust death.