The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

　　 certainly has to get up early, so this matter can't hide Zhou Yiren, and Yang Dongxu didn't want to hide his grandpa. So when I went home at night, I told this story.

　　 Hearing that there was such a Taoist Zhou Yiren's complexion in the opposite temple, he took Yang Dongxu to the temple without waiting for dinner tomorrow.

　　 Then, without talking about it, he drove Yang Dongxu away and let him go home to sleep. He talked with the old Taoist priest before he came back in the middle of the night. Then Yang Dongxu was picked up by Grandpa Qian when it was dark the next day.

　　 "Practice well, and I will beat you if you don't come back obediently." Throwing Yang Dongxu into the temple, Zhou Yiren still didn't forget his words.

　　 looked at the back of his grandfather left Yang Dongxu shook his head, he thought that the old man Xuan must be a magic stick. Moreover, it is still a very powerful kind of **** stick. It took only midnight to sell himself to my grandfather. He sold his grandson.

　　 With a little sleepy eyes open, Dong Dongxu pushed the door of the old man's courtyard against the cold morning breeze. After entering, Old Man Xuan was already waiting in the yard.

　　 Washing his face with long spirit Yang Dongxu looked at Old Man Xuan with anticipation. Now, when Zhao Xia is out of his head, Old Man Xuan let himself come to practice at such an early time. Don't he let himself swallow the clouds and mist, Yang Dongxu became excited at once.

Under the guidance and assistance of Old Man Xuan, he sat cross-legged in a weird posture, and then...No, then he could not move like this. The old man next to him was a slap, and he loosened him instantly. Return to original position.

　　I just sat and sat for half an hour, until Yang Dongxu was sore with this awkward movement, and his clothes were wet after sweating.

　　 Then Mr. Xuan carried him and threw him into a big bucket. There were a lot of herbs floating in the bucket. Many kinds of herbs were mixed together. The sourness almost didn't smash Yang Dongxu.

　　 "Spit... How about the spit?" Yang Dongxu asked in a stunned sitting in a wooden barrel.

"Spit you up, your small body is not yet ready to learn to spit. You are small, but after all you are seven years old. The tendons and bones have a fixed trend, now let you stretch the muscles and loosen the bones. Before you can continue to practice." Xuan old man said.

　　 "How long do you have to practice this?" Yang Dongxu feels fooled. Even if you don't teach tuna, you can teach a few martial arts. Twist yourself into a twist and sculpt, and then soak up such an unpleasant medicine. Is this martial art or tossing?

　　 "Look at the shape of your small body, let's practice it for six months."

　　First practice for half a year, also look at it? Hey, hey, you are a master, how long do you know how to teach your disciples? If you don’t learn now, won’t you...

　　 Yang Dongxu, who had escaped his tortured grandpa's knowledge and torment but had not had a good day for a few days, once again fell into the magic palm of the old man and began tortured.

　　Every day, there is no action of thundering. First, I will pose for half an hour, and then soak in the medicine barrel for half an hour. Then...then what should you do, don't affect Lao Tzu to make up. If you are old, you may not sleep well, and you have to wake up early to teach you this little boy, it is a terrible sin.

　　 So apart from getting up earlier than before, Yang Dongxu's life doesn't seem to change much. What makes him depressed is that after practicing for half a month, his flexibility is good.

　　 There is no way to be twisted into twists every day, and the bones are broken because of poor flexibility. But in addition to flexibility, Yang Dongxu felt that his strength did not seem to grow much, nor did he see any metallic luster on the skin surface, and Dan Tanzhong did not feel any gas...

　　 and the man in the big miscellaneous house who are two years older than himself want to be fat, but they are still being beaten down by others. It seems that there is no difference between practicing martial arts.

　　After fighting, Yang Dongxu went to the old man Xuan to complain, let him teach himself a few hands, not to mention how powerful. At least when you meet the chubby, you can still fight back.

　　Old man Xuan said to him that children’s strength (muscle) affects their height. If Yang Dongxu does not recommend that he is a three-inch nail in the future, he will let him start practicing now.

　　Three inch nails! Yang Dongxu shook his head and shivered. Just kidding, will those below 170 be considered disabled? After you come out after 00, the standard for spouse selection is more than 175. How do you let me mix this three-inch nail?

　　If you don't practice, don't practice and endure it. After the big deal, you will see the chubby puddle detour. Or punch him and run. Hard hit is not an opponent, harassment tactics are still very good.

　　 just wobbled until Yang Dongxu started school in September.

　　Di'anmen Street Elementary School is not far away from the Maoer Hutong, and the little fart kid walks with him for fifteen minutes. Even adults don't need to send it, they can sway past by carrying their schoolbags.

　　After school, Yang Dongxu didn't want to go to the small courtyard to pose. He flipped over and over every day in just a few postures, except for the flexibility of the body. He had long been bored by the birds with no practice.

　　 It’s okay to be afraid that the practice time will delay school time, we can raise the time earlier. You get up at more than five o'clock and end at almost seven o'clock. You eat, eat, walk or something. You must be able to go to school before reading at eight o'clock.

　　 is really not good, you can come back from school at night and practice the same. The same is true at night... It turns out that practicing martial arts has nothing to do with getting up early to greet Zhaoxia. your sister! Do you want to be so pitted.

　　 Less than a week after school, Yang Dongxu began to boring on the table and looking out the window. It seems that it is good to pose every day and then lead Xiao Xue to play everywhere. The class is more tormenting than the practice, although Xiao Xue is now sitting beside him.

　　 "What's the matter?" Staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze, it felt like someone was stabbing himself Yang Dongxu and turned his head, looking at the little pink face and asked.

　　 There is a talk in the countryside, that is, when children go to school, they can’t go to school. This argument comes from the idiom of seven to eight. So if you don’t go to school at the age of seven, you need to wait until you are nine, or you can’t go to college at the age of eight. But Xiaoxue went to school at the age of six, so can he be admitted to college...

　　 "Yang Dongxu, you stand up and answer this question." Yes, you don't need Xiaoxue to remind Yang Dongxu to know what happened.

　　Yang Dongxu stood up directly, saw no problem written on the blackboard, and said, "Report to the teacher, I didn't hear what you said just now. Can you say it again?"

　　 "You didn't hear clearly, you didn't listen at all. Go to the door and stand." Qi Xueming, the math teacher on the podium, threw a roar at the desk.

　　 The entire classroom quieted down in an instant, and all the students dared not speak with their heads down, nor dare to look at the teacher. Xiaoxue's anxious expression continued to withdraw Yang Dongxu.

"It's really not clear, how could it be that you didn't listen to the class, or would you repeat the question and see if I would?" If you change to other little fart children, you may be frightened by the teacher's loud voice, but Yang Dongxu's heart How old are you, and are you afraid of this roar?

"You..." Qi Xueming's face was flushed by Yang Dongxu's words, and he wanted to throw the little **** out of the classroom directly. Seeing that there was a school leader walking outside the window, he swallowed this breath and adjusted it. His own voice said, "There are 14 ducks standing on the shore, 8 ducks have been launched, how many ducks are left on the shore?"

In this era of no kindergarten, even if there is an era of coaxing, the first grade just one week after the start of school, obviously still learning some numbers, the addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division are all within 10, so this is the math teacher’s The question is to deliberately embarrass Yang Dongxu.

　　But is Yang Dongxu afraid? What a joke, not to mention the addition and subtraction within 20, do you count the multiplication and division together? Don't be afraid to watch him shoot.

　　 "There are still 6 duck teachers left." Yang Dongxu replied seriously, at first glance is a good baby.

　　 "Well, the answer is correct, sit down and listen to the certification." Qi Xueming barely squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying, and let Yang Dongxu sit down.

　　 Soon after he sat down, he started wandering around again. If he said that he was nostalgic about being a primary school student at the beginning, he was very fresh. Now his patience has worn away, listening to the question of how many ducks, how many chickens, how many rabbits on the podium, he feels that there are countless Tang monks chanting in his ears.

　　 Just after class, Yang Dongxu was about to go out and wander off. He was so mad in the classroom that he was called to the office. To be precise is the principal's office.

　　 "The principal is good." Yang Dongxu, who walked into the principal's office, asked first, and looked at the simple office at will, focusing his attention on the old man in front of him.

　　 This year, everyone was beaten by wind and rain very quickly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is actually only 45 years old, which is one year younger than Zhou Yiren, but it looks similar to the 60-year-old man.

"Yang Dongxu, right, don't be nervous. There is nothing else to tell you to come, because my grandfather Zhou Yiren and I are classmates, of course, high school classmates. I'm not as smart as he can be admitted to college." That military man smiled and said : "Your grandfather told me about your situation. I called you to ask if you want to skip the class?"

　　 In fact, Zhou Yiren and the military and civilians said that Yang Dongxu's situation is still conservative. According to his understanding of Yang Dongxu, it is more than enough to go directly to junior high school. But he did not choose so much, it was not that Yang Dongxu opposed.

　　 But Yang Dongxu's character is too unique. He wants to let Yang Dongxu come into contact with some peers who are not so independent. He can have more classmates and playmates.

　　 can be his most proud student or his grandson. Zhou Yiren still can't help but show it in front of his old classmates. So a little bit about Yang Dongxu's current knowledge.

　　 "That... Grandmaster Principal, this is not necessary." Yang Dongxu scratched his head and smiled a little silly.

　　No kidding, now there are several big men in the same grade who can't do it by themselves. When I went to the third grade, I was not bullied to death, I disagreed, and I strongly disagreed.

　　 "Then don't always be distracted when you are in class, although you have learned these things, but you are new to the old, this idiom has your grandfather taught you, right?"

　　 Get it! Waiting for myself here. Yang Dongxu quickly nodded and pretended to be a grandson. Anyway, he walked away from his senior grandpa's life. He was indeed a grandson in front of the military and civilians, and he didn't have a burden to pretend to be a pretend.

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