You must get up early to practice, so you can't hide this matter from Zhou Yiren, and Yang Dongxu didn't want to hide it from his grandfather. So when I got home in the evening, I told me about it.

Hearing that there was such a Taoist priest in the temple opposite, Zhou Yiren's face changed, and he didn't have time to eat dinner tomorrow and took Yang Dongxu to the temple.

Then he blasted Yang Dongxu away without a few words and asked him to go home to sleep, and he talked with the old Taoist priest for half the night before coming back. Then before dawn the next day, Yang Dongxu was picked up by his godfather.

"Practice hard, if you don't obey and come back, I'll beat you. Throwing Yang Dongxu into the temple, Zhou Yiren didn't forget to tell him.

Looking at the back of his godfather leaving, Yang Dongxu shook his head, he felt that Old Man Xuan must be a magic stick. And it's a very powerful kind of magic stick, it only took him half the night to sell his grandson by his godfather.

With his little sleepy eyes open, and against the somewhat cold morning breeze, Yang Dongxu pushed open the door of Old Man Xuan's courtyard. After entering, Old Man Xuan was already waiting in the courtyard.

Washing his face and growing his spirit, Yang Dongxu looked at Old Man Xuan with anticipation, now it is the time when the morning glow is outcropping, does Old Man Xuan want to let himself come to practice so early, Yang Dongxu became excited all of a sudden.

Under the guidance and assistance of Old Man Xuan, he sat cross-legged in a strange position, and then ...... No, he sat like this and couldn't move, and when he moved, the old man next to him was a slap, and he instantly restored his loose movements to their original positions.

sat like this for half an hour, until Yang Dongxu was made sore all over his body by this awkward movement, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

Then Old Man Xuan carried him and threw him into a large vat, in which there were many herbs floating, and many herb flavors were mixed together, and the sourness almost made Yang Dongxu faint.

"Spit ...... What about the method of spitting?" Yang Dongxu, who was sitting in the wooden barrel, asked stunned.

"Spit your head, your little body is not yet ready to learn to spit on. You're young, but you're seven years old after all. The tendons and bones have a fixed tendency, now give you the tendons to loosen the bones, and then you can continue to practice. Old man Xuan said.

"Then how long does it take to practice this?" Yang Dongxu had a feeling of being fooled, even if he didn't teach Tuna, you could teach a few martial arts moves. Twisting yourself into a twist and posing, and then soaking in such an unpleasant smelling liquid, is this martial arts training or tossing people?

"Look at how your small body is shaped, let's practice for half a year first. ”

Let's practice for half a year, and then take a look? Hey, hey, hey, you're a master, you don't know how to teach your apprentice how long you practice......

So Yang Dongxu, who escaped the intellectual torture of his godfather and had not lived a good life for a few days, fell into the clutches of Old Man Xuan again and began physical torture.

Every day, if you can't move a movement, first pose for half an hour, and then soak in the medicine bucket for half an hour. And then...... Then you should do what you want, don't affect Lao Tzu and me to make up for sleep. People don't sleep well when they're old, and it's a big sin to get up early to teach you this little cub.

So in addition to getting up earlier than usual every day, Yang Dongxu's life doesn't seem to have changed much. But what made him depressed was that after practicing for half a month, the flexibility of his body was not bad.

There is no way to be twisted into a twist every day, the flexibility is not good, and the bones are broken early. However, in addition to flexibility, Yang Dongxu felt that his strength did not seem to increase much, and he did not see any metallic luster on the surface of his skin, and he did not feel any qi in his dantian......

It seems to be no different from the fat guy in the courtyard who wants to be fat and dry the fight, and he is still beaten under his body, and it seems that there is no difference between practicing martial arts and not practicing martial arts.

After the fight, Yang Dongxu, who had a blue nose and swollen face, went to Old Man Xuan to complain and asked him to teach him a few hands, not to mention how powerful he was. At least when you encounter a little chubby dun with so much strength, you can fight back.

But the old man Xuan told him that children's strength (muscles) affect height, and if Yang Dongxu didn't suggest that he would be a three-inch nail in the future, he would let him start practicing now.

Yang Dongxu shook his head and shuddered. What are you kidding, in the future, everyone under 170 will be considered disabled, okay? After the post-00s come out, the mate selection criteria are all above 175, how can you mix this three-inch nail with me?

If you don't practice, don't practice and endure it, it's a big deal to see that little chubby dun detour in the future. Or punch him and run. It's not an opponent, and the harassment tactics are still very good.

In this way, Yang Dongxu started school in September.

Di'anmen Street Primary School is not very far from Mao'er Hutong, and it is fifteen minutes away for the little kids. You don't even need to be sent by an adult, you can swing it over with your schoolbag on your back.

After school started, Yang Dongxu didn't want to go to the small courtyard to pose anymore, and he was tired of it every day with just a few postures, except for the flexibility of his body.

I'm afraid that the practice will delay the school time, but it's okay, we can raise the time a little earlier. You get up at five o'clock, finish at almost seven o'clock, eat, walk or something, and you will definitely be able to go to school before reading at eight o'clock.

It really doesn't work, you can come back from school in the evening and practice the same thing again. It's the same with evening exercises...... It turns out that practicing martial arts has nothing to do with getting up early to greet Chaoxia. Don't you be so bad?

After less than a week of school, Yang Dongxu began to lie on the table and look out the window boredly. It seems that it's good to pose every day and then lead Xiaoxue around to play. Classes are more torturous than exercises, although Xiaoxue is also sitting next to him now.

"What's wrong?" Yang Dongxu, who was staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze, feeling that someone was poking him, turned his head, looked at the pink little face and asked.

There is a saying in the countryside that children don't go up or down when they go to school, and this saying comes from the idiom of seven up and eight down. So if you don't go to school at the age of seven, you need to wait until you are nine years old, otherwise you won't be able to go to university at the age of eight. But Xiaoxue only went to school at the age of six, so can she be admitted to college......

"Yang Dongxu, 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 that there was no question written on the blackboard, and said, "Report teacher, I didn't hear what the problem you said just now, can you say it again?"

"It's not that you don't hear clearly, you don't hear at all. Go to the door and stand. Qi Xueming, the math teacher on the podium, threw the book in his hand onto the lectern and roared.

The whole classroom fell silent in an instant, and all the students lowered their heads and did not dare to speak or look at the teacher. Xiao Xue showed an anxious look on her face, and kept withdrawing Yang Dongxu.

"I really didn't hear clearly, how could it be that I didn't listen to the class, or if you repeat the question and see if I will?" If you were to be another little kid, you might be frightened by the teacher's loud voice, but how old is Yang Dongxu in his heart, and he is still afraid of this roar?

"Are you ......" Qi Xueming's face was flushed by Yang Dongxu's words, and he wanted to throw this little kid out of the classroom directly, but when he saw that there seemed to be a school leader walking outside the window, he had to swallow this breath, adjust his voice and say: "There are 14 ducks standing on the shore, 8 ducks are in the water, how many ducks are left on the shore?"

In this era when there is no kindergarten, even if there is, it is an era of coaxing and playing, the first grade that has just started a week ago, obviously still learning some numbers, and the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division involved are all within 10, so the current math teacher is deliberately embarrassing Yang Dongxu.

But is Yang Dongxu afraid of being embarrassed? What are you kidding, don't talk about addition and subtraction within 20, you can count multiplication and division together?

"There are still 6 ducks left. Yang Dongxu replied seriously, looking like a good baby.

"Well, that's right, sit down and listen. Qi Xueming barely squeezed out a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and asked Yang Dongxu to sit down.

It didn't take long for him to start wandering again, and it was fresh to think about the past as a schoolboy at first. Now that his patience has been exhausted, listening to the question of how many ducks, chickens, and rabbits are on the podium, he feels that there are countless Tang monks chanting scriptures in his ears.

Yang Dongxu was about to go out for a stroll just after class, and he was almost crazy in the classroom, so he was called to the office. Principal's Office, to be exact.

"Hello Headmaster. Walking into the principal's office, Yang Dongxu said hello first, glanced at the simple office casually, and set his eyes on the little old man in front of him.

In fact, the soldier and civilian are only 45 years old, one year younger than Zhou Yiren, but he looks about the same as a sixty-year-old old man.

"Yang Dongxu, yes, don't be nervous. I didn't have anything else to do with calling you, because I was a classmate with your godfather Zhou Yiren, of course a classmate in high school, and I wasn't as smart as him to be admitted to college. The soldier smiled and said, "Your godfather told me about your situation, and I called you here to ask if you want to skip a grade?"

In fact, Zhou Yiren and the military and civilians said that Yang Dongxu's situation is still conservative, and according to his understanding of Yang Dongxu, it is more than enough to go directly to junior high school now. But he didn't choose that, and it wasn't that Yang Dongxu who objected.

It's that Yang Dongxu's personality is too lonely, and he wants Yang Dongxu to have more contact with some peers who don't act so lonely, so that he can have a few more classmates and playmates.

But as his most proud student and godgrandson, Zhou Yiren still couldn't help but show off in front of his old classmates. So he talked a little bit about Yang Dongxu's current knowledge.

"That...... Grandpa Principal, I don't need this. Yang Dongxu scratched his head and smiled a little silly.

What are you kidding, there are a few big guys in the same grade who can't do it on their own. When I went to the third grade, I was not bullied to death, I didn't agree, I resolutely didn't agree.

"Then don't always be distracted when you are in class, although you have learned all these things, but you know the new from the past, you have taught you this idiom by your grandfather, right?"

Gotta wait for yourself here. Yang Dongxu hurriedly nodded and pretended to be a grandson, anyway, he was a grandson in front of the military and civilians, and there was no burden in his heart to pretend.

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