Zhao Mo Xiu Mo

In fact, Jiang Yunxuan reacted immediately after spraying the fire, regretting it in his heart.He usually has a reasonable temper, but as long as he enters the state of training, he will turn into a fire-breathing tyrannosaurus and spray whoever he catches.

Anyone who dares to step up and step on his minefield at this time must be prepared to be shot and lie dead.However, when Jiang Yunxuan was training people, there were still minefields everywhere. The first thing he couldn't tolerate was that someone didn't follow his orders quickly, and the second was that the people training under him had a head that was dumber than a pig.

Zhao Mo really had all of these two things.In terms of memory, he is not bad, and in terms of ability to comprehend and comprehend, ten of him are not as good as one Zhao Jun.

Jiang Yunxuan took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and told Zhao Mo the essentials of the movement just now in a gentle tone.This time, he explained in as much detail as he could. According to his own experience in practicing for so many years, and according to his own understanding, he gave Zhao Mo an analysis of every movement point.

Zhao Mo listened more carefully, keeping every word Jiang Yunxuan uttered firmly in his head, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yunxuan, and his ears almost pricked up.

Although he is not smart enough, he is serious enough and hardworking enough.It may take him two or three times to learn something that others can learn once, so he will learn it two or three times or even more times in a down-to-earth manner.

But it turns out that learning ancient martial arts is really not something that can be learned with seriousness and hard work, at least not for Zhao Mo.His comprehension is really pitifully low, and he memorizes everything in his head, not to mention mastering it, even understanding and using it is a problem.

Jiang Yunxuan showed his patience in dealing with the task, and repeated a few short action essentials seven or eight times, explaining and explaining, but failed to make Zhao Mo understand what is the harmony of heart and mind, and the harmony of mind and energy.No matter how hard he worked and how much he talked, the stubborn Zhao Mo just couldn't figure out how to be soft and not soft.

Until it was completely dark and people could not be seen clearly in the backyard without lights, Zhao Mo still hadn't learned the simplest three-body stance.In the end, he could not stand like a wooden stake, but that was at best a resemblance in appearance, and he hadn't even touched the so-called combination of form and spirit in Xingyiquan.

It is not good to stand on the pile, let alone practice in depth.Jiang Yunxuan frowned when he saw Zhao Mo's five-element boxing, which he copied his movements as they were, and asked him to practice it again after thinking about it, but the result was still the same.

Jiang Yunxuan didn't believe in evil, dragged Zhao Mo back to the house, and practiced him all night under the dim light in the east room.At first, Sanwa sat on the edge of the kang with her back straight and stared at every movement of the two of them, her small eyes were sharp.

Two hours later, Sanwa changed her position, resting her chin on the edge of the bed, and staring coldly at Zhao Mo, who was on the ground, repeating No. There are five boxing routines: drill, gun, and horizontal.

At 10:30, Zhao Jun packed up his textbooks, returned from the west room to the east room to sleep.Sanwa has already laid out her own and Zhao Mo's quilts in a row on the kang, and Zhao Jun's quilt was also spread by him. When the quilt was put up, it seemed that the two quilts next to her had not been made. The quilt was spread with care.As for Jiang Yunxuan's quilt that should be spread on the furthest corner of the kang, what it was when he left in the morning, it is still what it is now.

Zhao Jun raised the door curtain and came in, and saw Jiang Yunxuan who was correcting Zhao Mo and his eldest brother who was sweating profusely after practicing.He stood at the door and watched for a while, and followed suit with gestures. Although the movements were not as standard as Zhao Mo's, they had some meaning in the charm.

Jiang Yunxuan, who was staring at Zhao Mo with his brows tightly locked, looked up at Zhao Jun, and suddenly said, "Xiao Jun, you also come to learn."

His stern look and deep voice also frightened Zhao Jun.Zhao Jun shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything, so he practiced with them obediently.

Now it was Zhao Mo and Zhao Jun who were tortured by Jiang Yunxuan together, and neither of them ran away.As an instructor who pursues a cold and iron-blooded style, Jiang Yunxuan does not show any affection when he trains people.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night that Jiang Yunxuan let them go, raised his hand, and said in a low voice, "Sleep! Continue tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jun, who had protested that he would go to school tomorrow but was raped, threw himself on the kang, paralyzed there as if he had no bones.

Zhao Mo was not much better than him. He sat on the edge of the kang, his head drooping on his shoulders, like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his whole body exuded a wilting aura.

He was not physically tired, but mentally tired. Whoever was caught and shaved all night by Jiang Yunxuan, who was black-faced, black-handed, and black-mouthed like him, would have his head shaved off.

After so many days of missions and so many days of slacking off, tonight I finally regained the feeling of being on the team and practicing the people under my hands. Jiang Yunxuan was in a good mood, and he lifted his legs and stepped onto the kang refreshed.While lifting up his shirt and taking it off, he greeted the two corpses on the edge of the kang: "Xiao Mo, Xiao Jun, come up to bed quickly, it's already twelve o'clock."

Right now, as soon as he returned to normal, he turned back into the tough and easy-going Big Brother Jiang that Zhao Mo and Zhao Jun were familiar with.Zhao Mo and the others had frequent contact with only a handful of people. Wherever they had seen this battle, they were taken aback by Jiang Yunxuan's quick-change temper.

Zhao Mo pushed Zhao Jun and told him to get on the kang and sleep under the quilt. He also kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the kang, first picked up Sanba and stuffed him into the quilt.

Sanwa has been sleeping in the same bed with him for two days. Ever since Jiang Yunxuan lived in his house, the child refused to share the same bed with him, and insisted on getting into Zhao Mo's bed when it was time to go to bed.

Zhao Mo had already forgotten about the fact that he had sworn in his heart that he would never sleep with Sanwa in the same bed again.When Sanwa's small body was pushed into his quilt the day before, Zhao Mo never thought about stuffing him back into his own little quilt, nor did he think about being pinched by two small pliers that time. The waist pinched for a whole day and couldn't straighten up.

Although it is already autumn, the temperature has not dropped much, and it is not cold to sleep shirtless. As long as the quilt is covered, you will not catch a cold.

After Jiang Yunxuan took off his T-shirt, he began to take off his pants. Zhao Jun moved slower than him, pulling down his pullover with his backhand.Zhao Mo was the one who moved the slowest, and at the moment he was still pulling down the pants of Sanwa who was wrapped in a quilt.

The people living in this house are all big men, and there is nothing to be particular about. Normally, Zhao Mo and his three brothers sleep naked and only wear shorts. Jiang Yunxuan lived here for two days as usual.

It's been a long time since Zhao Mo put on Sanwa's crotch pants. It turned out that those few open pants were all pressed to the bottom of the red lacquer cabinet in Westinghouse.Since he went to preschool, Zhao Mo specially bought several pairs of panties for him to wear, with all kinds of animals printed on them.

Leave a small vest for him on the top, and a pair of panties on the bottom, and then Zhao Mo took the quilt and wrapped Sanwa around, stuffed it in the bed and hid it.If it wasn't for Sanwa's life-and-death protection of the panties every time, Zhao Mo would have stripped off his underpants and let him sleep naked.

When the four of them were all in bed, Zhao Mo stretched out his arms to reach the light cord, and turned off the light.There is no TV in their house, and they usually go to bed very early, usually after nine o'clock.

Even if Zhao Jun was late studying and Zhao Mo practiced dancing, there were very few times when he didn't go to bed after eleven o'clock.It was already past twelve o'clock, and the three of them were soundly asleep.

It was probably because he was too tired after a busy day today, and after lying down for a while, Zhao Jun started snoring.The Sanwa group was in Zhao Mo's arms, breathing gently and evenly.

The room was quiet, Zhao Mo lay there, eyes closed but unable to sleep.He was thinking over and over again in his head about every word Jiang Yunxuan said today, every word in those action points kept spinning in his mind, which disturbed him so much that he couldn't fall asleep at all.

He obviously did what Brother Jiang said, so why is it wrong?Zhao Mo couldn't figure out what to say, every movement he made was exactly the same as Brother Jiang's, even the height of raising his legs and the angle of punching were imitated, why did Brother Jiang keep shaking his head.

It seems that the set of boxing techniques taught by brother Jiang is still too difficult for him, and he can't learn it at all.In fact, when he was learning by himself, he always felt awkward, and there was something wrong no matter how he learned.

Thinking about it, Zhao Mo suddenly remembered the 36 pictures in his head.After not practicing for several days, he felt empty in his heart, and his hands and feet seemed to be itching.Moreover, he worked hard all day and was practiced by Jiang Yunxuan all night. Now his whole body is sore. He didn't have the time to practice dance every night to relieve his physical fatigue. He felt that it had been a long time The feeling of exhaustion that I didn't feel.

But why is it not difficult at all to learn such a complicated 36 pictures by myself, but why can't I learn that set of boxing with very simple movements from Brother Jiang?Once this idea popped up in Zhao Mo's head, he couldn't suppress it anymore.

In the darkness, he raised his right arm to his eyes. Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could clearly feel the existence of the small fang imprint on the inside of his right wrist.

Couldn't it be because he didn't know what kind of beast's fangs entered his body to form the imprint, so he could learn the 36 pictures in his head so easily?Zhao Mo mobilized all his logical thinking ability and guessed in his heart. He remembered that every time he practiced, his wrist was warm and very comfortable.

So, in fact, he is still as stupid as Brother Jiang said, his head is like a dead elm lump...

After half a day of hard thinking, he finally came to this conclusion. Zhao Mo was in a very low mood, and he retracted his arms under the quilt to hug the third baby in his arms, drooping the corners of his mouth, and slowly fell asleep.

Hearing that there was finally no turning over and moving on the other side of the kang, Zhao Mo's breathing gradually slowed down, and Jiang Yunxuan, who was lying on the top of the kang, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

After Jiang Yunxuan really fell asleep, Sanwa, who had been nestling in Zhao Mo's embrace all this time, suddenly opened her eyes again. A pair of big black eyes seemed to be shining with a strange red light in the dark night.

He gently moved the arms and legs that were encircled by Zhao Mo, and squeezed his small dry body into Zhao Mo's arms, almost as if he wished to stuff his whole body into Zhao Mo's arms. body.

The body moved disheveledly like a caterpillar, but Sanwa's head did not stick into Zhao Mo's arms, but lifted up slightly, and his eyes fell on Zhao Mo's right arm lying across his body.

As if sensing the master's gaze, the fang pattern on Zhao Mo's right wrist shimmered for a while.Sanwa withdrew her gaze, used her soul power to appease the fangs that were about to move, and said in her heart: Jiang is here, now is not the time, and you will belong to him completely in a short time.

The wedge is his, and he is mine!He... Zhao Mo... Sanwa suddenly pressed her face against Zhao Mo's smooth, naked and thin chest, listening to the steady heartbeat in her ears, moving her mouth, and silently called out two words: "Brother."

Hmph, the low-level universe is low-level, with a shallow understanding of energy cultivation, and contemptuous and rough methods. As long as you reshape your foundation and cultivate a new magic pill, those so-called strong people will prostrate at your feet!

Just as Sanwa was thinking this way, the *rubber duck that had been lying quietly on the other side of the kang suddenly shook, and the faint sound penetrated into his ears like annoying flies buzzing.

"Master, I think that those low-level cosmic space powerhouses you despise, such as the one in front of you, can crush you to death with one hand. This is really nothing to be proud of."

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