At such a moment, Guan Ping'an stopped the idea of letting Mrs. Zhao become her "embroidery master", and even more stopped asking for advice.

Mrs. Zhao is not bad, but she is clean and enthusiastic, so good that Guan Ping'an, who is squatting on the horse, is a little tense.

The brightness of the electric light cannons in the city was no brighter than the old lady's eyes when she saw her brother and sister, and she was stared at by the old eyes with the vicissitudes of time, and she panicked.

Maybe the old lady has no malice, but Guan Ping'an is still not used to the old man exploring himself with his eyes. A wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, let alone a person who is full of secrets.

The fog in the early morning has not completely dissipated, with a hazy bright color, Old Man Zhao came from the front yard and moved his body.

Standing in the backyard are the younger generation of the Zhao family, the so-called younger generation, including the eldest grandson headed by Zhao Chuanyuan, and the eight-year-old great-grandson Zhao Tiedan.

Of course, there are two more Guan Ping'an brothers and sisters today.

In the open space in the backyard, regardless of age or height, everyone is squatting in a very standard and neat posture.

Seeing the old man coming, the eyes of "Huh" were all staring at him.

"Practice the basic skills seriously!" Although Old Man Zhao still had a straight face, he could see the relief in his eyes, and walked around the children one by one.

Suddenly...... He stretched out his leg and kicked Zhao Chuanyuan.

Seeing that the eldest grandson didn't move, he "hummed".

Guan Ping'an on the side almost laughed out loud, the old man is still very funny, are you satisfied or dissatisfied with this sound?

was kicked, and Zhao Chuanyuan stopped squatting when he heard his grandfather's "hum...... Soon, he arrived at the plum blossom pile, stepped on it, and began to box.

Of course, with his strength, it is impossible to have the ability to fly the eaves and walk the wall, at the starting point of the plum blossom pile, there is a low pile, but the skill is also good.

The plum blossom pile of the Zhao family, the wooden pile used, the diameter is 5 inches, the lower half is buried in the ground, the upper half is 3 feet high above the ground, the distance between the pile and the pile is 3 feet, and the left and right are 1 foot 5 inches.

Old Man Zhao never said the name of his boxing technique, and Guan Ping'an was not easy to ask, but he could roughly guess that this should belong to the simplified plum blossom boxing.

Unlike the plum blossom piles she used to practice her body in her previous life, the simplest of them would have to be thirty-five, in groups of five, arranged in plum petals.

When practicing light exercises, the plum blossom pile has to be left three and four right, the front seven and the back six, jumping with the number of nine palaces, and with the continuous improvement of kung fu, the pile should also continue to increase.

At the beginning, it was only 5 feet high that the pile was considered to start, but looking at the old man's relieved face, it seemed that his plum blossom pile was not limited by the current logging conditions.

Is this already the highest?

Zhao Chuanyuan finished punching and just jumped to the ground, his second brother Zhao Chuanqing took the initiative to invite Ying into battle.

The 16-year-old Zhao Chuanqing was supposed to go to school in the county today, but I don't know who said that two little dolls came to learn martial arts, so he skipped class.

He opened the door at 4 o'clock this morning, and compared the height of her brother and sister with his left hand to himself, which was really the "mallet" in the mouth of Old Man Zhao.

That's right, Guan Ping'an has already recognized this guy as the grandson who accompanied Old Man Zhao to hunt in the mountains, the grandson who wanted to dig a mallet.

If it weren't for Mrs. Zhao who saved his life, Guan Ping'an almost kicked him, and it was really annoying to give people the nickname of Little Bit and Little Bean!

She'll grow taller!

Guan Ping'an, who couldn't bear to look at him directly, glanced at him tremblingly and stood on top of the plum blossom pile, and had to suspect that this guy wanted to be injured and then skip school.

"Bang", it was not people who fell, it was the teenager who jumped down by himself, and he showed off, "Grandpa, I lasted longer this time than last time!"

Old man Zhao stepped forward with a straight face and kicked over, and the young man and the old man began to play "hide and seek" around the plum blossom pile.

No, it's boxing!

After being punched a few times, Zhao Chuanqing finally became honest, and waited for the old man to leave the plum blossom pile, but his mouth began again, "Little bit, see it, don't learn, you will be beaten every day in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Old Man Zhao to turn around, he ran to the front yard in a flash, shouting repeatedly on his lips, "Grandma, help......"

Guan Ping'an winked at his brother: Isn't it fun?

Xiao Tianyou responded to her by blinking her right eye vigorously: Is this stupid really from the Zhao family?

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Chuanqing, who shouted for help, held a long stick again, and the thing wrapped in rags on the outside respectfully fell back to Old Man Zhao.

"Grandpa. ”

Old Man Zhao took the long stick that his grandson handed him and was taller than himself, touched the rags, and showed a look of remembrance on his face, as if he was recalling something.

Later, the old man held the end of the stick high and began to disassemble the wrapped rags and the layer of black oiled paper inside.

Soon a long dark purple wooden stick was revealed, and the spear head at the other end of the wooden stick glowed with a cold light in the morning light, and the dark red tassels swayed with a faint smell of blood.

Guan Ping'an's eyes flashed. This is the real bloody red tassel gun, not the fake trick in the villain's book.

"Let's go!"

As his words fell, everyone, including those who were still squatting on horses, immediately vacated their seats, and even the Guan Ping'an brothers and sisters who came here for the first time were pulled aside by Zhao Tiedan.

Old Man Zhao shook a few guns in the open space first, "Look at it! Your hands must be anxious, and your eyes must be quick." ”

After speaking, the old man was lucky, holding the spear in both hands like an arm, without the slightest sense of obscurity, waving a move.

There are not many moves, and they are not very flashy, but every time they shoot, it is like a battlefield general killing the enemy.

Murderous!

Everyone in the backyard looked at the old man in the field with full attention, as Zhao Chuanyuan watched, his hands also followed.

Similarly, Guan Ping'an is also holding his brother with his right hand at this moment, with his left foot forward, his right foot behind, and his small body slightly tilted to the right on his left side.

This is the knee-jerk defensive posture.

A pair of big eyes squinted slightly to appreciate the old man's marksmanship......

Old Man Zhao put away the gun and looked at his eldest grandson, "Did you see it clearly?"

Zhao Chuanyuan shook his head when he heard this, "I can remember it, but I can't dance, and if it's too hot, I'll still practice with a stick first." ”

Old Man Zhao bowed his head slightly and looked at Zhao Chuanqing, "You don't have to join the Red Tassel Team in school, you can't afford to lose people, give me a few more years of training first." ”

Zhao Chuanqing nodded again and again.

Xiao Tianyou pulled his little friend Zhao Tiedan on the other side.

Zhao Tiedan glanced at the elder in front of him, whispered close to his ear, "I'll tell you when I look back, not only my second uncle's school, but also my school teachers let us practice the red tassel gun." ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back from school today. ”

While the two were talking, Old Man Zhao explained to the two grandsons how to use this gun, and after that, he went on the field again and began to repeat it.

Guan Ping'an, who had been paying attention to the movements of their ancestors and grandchildren, listened and watched silently, while recalling the difference between the old man before and this time.

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