Before dawn, Chen Yue habitually heard the sound of his father tinkling after getting up, subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover his head, and continued to sleep soundly. Immediately after his head was cold, the quilt had been lifted by his father.

"Get up quickly, practice with me!" Chen Jianghe yelled in Chen Yue's ear.

"Why didn't you ask me to get up so early in the past, and I didn't practice?" Chen Yue muttered, smearing his clothes.

"You were still a fool back in the day, what? Do you want me to give you another head up! Chen Jianghe yelled impatiently, and Chen Yue could only choose to keep his mouth shut.

When the father and son came to the courtyard, Chen Jianghe first let Chen Yue practice his fists and kicks for a while, and then lifted the two dusty stone locks in the corner of the wall, and let Chen Yue hold the stone locks and tie up the horse.

Each stone lock weighs more than 40 catties, and with Chen Yue's strength, there is no problem in lifting it with both hands, even if it is raised with both hands, it can be lifted for a quarter of an hour. However, Chen Jianghe asked him to tie up his horse and lift the stone lock, which was undoubtedly much more difficult. Chen Yue lifted it for half an hour, and then he felt his arms tremble and his legs tremble.

"Tie it up!" A stick was whipped over and slapped on Chen Yue's thigh, Chen Yue was agitated, and hurriedly tied up his horse. A quarter of an hour passed, and when Chen Yue was finally able to let go of the stone lock, he felt that his arms were numb, and his two thighs seemed not to be his own.

"Practice marksmanship for Lao Tzu and see how much you can remember?" An ash pole was thrown over, Chen Yue hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up, and danced, only to see white light flashing, and the courtyard changed the shadow of a gun. Chen Yue calmed down and used all the marksmanship in his memory.

"So-so, it doesn't seem to have forgotten the light." Chen Jianghe nodded, and clicked a few times with his finger, Chen Yue corrected it according to his words, and the gun was indeed much smoother.

"The Yang family's pear flower gun, a total of thirty-six types, unpredictable, wonderful, is the world's first-class spear skills. However, we are not people from the rivers and lakes, and we practice marksmanship in order to go into battle to kill the enemy, and we pay attention to the array on the battlefield, and some fancy moves are not used. So let's practice guns are actually three points, fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Only with speed can the gun pierce the enemy's body before the enemy's weapon; Only when the gun is accurate enough can it stab the enemy's vital point and make him lose the ability to counterattack; Most of the enemies on the battlefield will wear armor, like a full tartar with heavy armor, only if they are ruthless enough can they pierce the defenses of heavy armor!

In the future, you don't need to practice these routines, just shoot at the target a thousand times a day! ”

A thousand times! Chen Yue felt that his eyes were dark, how long would he have to practice!

"What are you afraid of? Lao Tzu will accompany you to practice! Chen Jianghe's words made Chen Yue's eyes darken, with his supervision, he couldn't be lazy.

Two circles were drawn with charcoal on the courtyard wall as targets, and the father and son each held an ash rod without a gun head, and launched an impact on the circle again and again......

The dull sound of "dong dong dong" sounded one after another, and the wife of Du Yuan, the military household next door, woke up from her dream.

"Boss, wake up, listen to what it is." Du's wife pushes her sleeping husband.

Du Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, and listened to it for a while, "What else can it be, 'pop papa', why didn't you feed you last night, and you want it?" Du Yuan said with interest, and reached out to touch his wife's fat buttocks.

"Dead ghost, don't move your pig brain, there are two singles next door, the father and son of the Chen family, who are 'popping'!" Du's wife slapped her husband's groping pig hand angrily.

"Yes! But regardless of them, let's talk about it first. Du Yuan turned over, pressed his wife's fat body, and said in a daze.

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"Brother Ma, you're early, I'll take Ah Yue to breakfast. Ah Yue, this is your Uncle Ma, say hello! After practicing, Chen Jianghe did not cook by himself, but decided to take his son to breakfast. Along the way, he greeted people with a spring breeze, and the joy on his face seemed to overflow.

"Da Chen, why are you so happy?" The old horse head stopped and asked.

"Haha, happy event, Brother Ma, my son Ah Yue's illness is cured!" Chen Jianghe grabbed the palm of the old horse's head and shook it up and down.

"It's okay to get better, what? You mean fool, no, Ah Yue him? The old horse head asked in shock.

"Yes, Ah Yue's head is healed, and it has become the same as before. Come on, Ah Yue, say hello to Uncle Ma. Chen Jianghe said happily.

So, Chen Yue could only come forward with a wry smile, with a smile on his face and greeted the old horse, so as to prove that he was a normal person.

"It's good, it's good!" The old horse looked at Chen Yue, who had clear eyebrows and normal behavior, and praised in his mouth, "I'll just say, Ah Yue must be normal, and the day before yesterday I saw this kid go to sell Trojan horses on the street." I said, "River, this is a great event, you have to set a table to celebrate." ”

"Swing, swing, be sure, the first one to invite Brother Ma to participate." Chen Jianghe nodded in agreement.

"Brother Jianghe, Ah Yue is really good!" Du Yuan stuck his head out of the courtyard gate and shouted at Chen Jianghe. He is a military household under Chen Jianghe, and a neighbor of the Chen family, he has a good relationship on weekdays, and he has not helped the Chen family a little.

"Of course, I was practicing with Ah Yue just now." Chen Jianghe smiled with a smile.

"It's wonderful. I'll just say, Ah Yue just has a soul disorder, and sooner or later his soul will be recovered. Du Yuan rubbed his hands happily, and said on the side, he likes to brag about gossip on weekdays, and now there is a new topic.

Chen Yue reluctantly followed behind Chen Jianghe, watching him greet people with a spring breeze on his face, and at the same time announcing that his son was good, and then accepting congratulations from others. From home to Aunt Zhang's bun shop, the distance of less than a mile, the two of them walked for half an hour!

"Jianghe, Ah Yue, Ah Yue, he is really good!" When she came to the bun shop, before Chen Jianghe could speak, Aunt Zhang greeted her happily.

"Haha, Ajuan, you know everything! Okay, Ah, the better! Chen Jianghe closed his mouth happily. Aunt Zhang's name is Juan'er, and only people who know each other will know.

"Yesterday I felt that Ah Yue was different from before, but I didn't expect it to be really good." Aunt Zhang said happily from the bottom of her heart, stretched out her hand and pulled Chen Yue to let him sit at the table, and repeatedly instructed her daughter Zhang Xiuer to bring the buns. Chen Yue can return to normal, I'm afraid Aunt Zhang is the happiest person besides Chen Jianghe.

Chen Yue sat down with a smile, looking at Aunt Zhang, who still had charm, and his father, Chen Jianghe, who was a little old but heroic, and suddenly felt that they were such a good match, and sitting in the bun shop with them actually felt like home, and even Zhang Xiuer was not so hateful.

Zhang Xiu'er came over with a bun with an unnatural face, greeted Chen Jianghe in a low voice, glanced at Chen Yue with complicated eyes, and turned around to get busy.

"Xiu'er is getting more and more beautiful." Chen Jianghe's praise came, which made Zhang Xiuer's heart even more complicated.

Zhang Xiuer knew that Chen Jianghe and his mother had been discussing and wanted to marry Chen Yue, and in the past, she could resist death on the pretext that she didn't want to marry a fool, but now that Chen Yue has become a normal person, what excuse do she have to shirk? Although Chen Yue has become normal, although Chen Yue looks tall and handsome, there is nothing to say, but in Zhang Xiuer's heart, he is not a good match. Zhang Xiuer is not willing to marry a martial artist, and her children and grandchildren will be military households in the future, if she wants to marry, she will marry a scholar, and maybe she can also be an official wife in the future, and her descendants will also be the children of official eunuchs!