Yang Quanlin saw Yang Kuan's move.

In the alley that day, Yang Kuan killed two spies in order to save him, and his methods were ruthless and decisive, which made him think of the predation of fierce beasts, which made him breathtaking.

He even felt that it was difficult for anyone in this world to take advantage of Yang Kuan's actions.

But now, he found that in front of Yang Yi, Yang Kuan's sharp skills suddenly turned into flower fists and embroidered legs, no matter how Yang Kuan shot, but Yang Yi can always be resolved in one punch and one kick, which is extremely simple, but full of power - every time he makes a shot and Yang Kuan's fists and feet collide, the muffled sound is like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, which is terrifying to listen to!

If Yang Kuan's shot is like a beast predatoring, Yang Quanlin feels that Yang Yi's shot will make him think of the battering ram on the ancient battlefield, every move has indestructible power, almost unstoppable!

In a low muffled snort, Yang Kuan was smashed into the air with a punch again, his feet pulled out long marks in the snow, and he retreated four or five meters away before he stabilized his figure!

"Shoulders and straddles, elbows and knees together, in order to exert the strength to the strongest - come again!"

"Capture is dead, take is alive, and when you do it, you can change and be at ease...... Continue ......"

In fact, the time of the fight would never exceed five minutes, and then Yang Kuan lay on the ground and couldn't get up again, his chest rose and fell violently, as if he had experienced life and death.

Every time he saw Yang Kuan being smashed and flew away, listening to the muffled sound of the heavy hammer beating the drum, if it weren't for Yang Quanlin knowing that Yang Yi and Yang Kuan were brothers, he even wondered if the two had a deep blood feud, because when the two of them made a move, there was no room at all, as long as one wrong hand, the tendon break and fracture would be light!

"You usually practice like this at home?" Yang Quanlin asked.

Yang An sat back on the bed, with hidden excitement on his little face, obviously looking forward to the day when he could have the skills of his eldest brother, and said solemnly: "Big brother said, there is only one ultimate goal of practicing martial arts, that is, to save your life or kill people, whether it is to save your life or kill people, there can be no room for it, so you must do your best to ......"

These words have a cold and resolute meaning, either die or live, there is no other choice.

Looking at Yang An's indifference when he said this, Yang Quanlin couldn't imagine what this family had gone through to make Yang Yi train the family with a modest appearance, but his heart was as sharp as a blade.

Their outward humility is like a scabbard that hides its blade, and once it is pulled out, it will never die!

Thinking of this, Yang Quanlin looked at Yang Yi's eyes that were hot and crazy.

He has always felt that because of the heavy losses suffered by the large army, the organization has acted too gently, and there is not enough deterrent power against the warlords and bureaucrats who brutalize the comrades of the organization, as well as those traitors and devils.

If there was a knife in the hands of the organization, he believed that these enemies would definitely be much more restrained.

And Yang Yi is the knife he wants!

Downstairs, Yang Yi pulled Yang Kuan up, patted the residual snow on his body for him, at this moment, he had already put away his knife and returned it to the sheath, and once again became the honest and amiable young man who had just entered the city from the countryside, it seemed that even if the beggar on the side of the road spit on his saliva, he didn't dare to get angry.

"Kung Fu has grown a lot, but it's not enough ......," Yang Yi said.

Yang Kuan scratched his head and smiled, as shy as on campus.

Yang Quanlin peeked at the two of them from the window, and they were a little suspicious that the two people who were like blades colliding just now were not the brothers.

But it's true.

The night passed quickly.

When Song Jiawen and the others woke up, Yang Ping had already made breakfast, and a large pot of porridge was evaporating in the cold morning.

"Pinkie is so capable!"

Song Fucai and others praised them sincerely while drinking porridge, but Yang Quanlin was much calmer.

Last night's battle gave Yang Quanlin a deep understanding of this brother and sister, and he believed that Yang Yi could train Yang Kuan and Yang An so well, so this Yang Ping has no reason to be a mediocre person, even if she is only nine years old.

"What about your eldest brother and second brother?"

Song Jiawen asked a little shyly, because she lived in the same room with Yang Ping, but she didn't even know when Yang Ping got up.

"A lot of rafters in the house I rented yesterday are rotten, the eldest brother and the second brother went out of the city to cut down some trees and came back to replace those rotten rafters, and the third brother went to the house as soon as possible to clean up, and when Uncle Cai and them came over, they could repair the house immediately!"

Yang Ping said, carefully putting some gruel into a clay pot and wrapping it in a small cotton jacket, obviously to take it to the rented house for the eldest brother to eat.

"Hurry up and eat—everyone is busy all morning, and you're still sleeping!"

Song Jiawen knocked on the edge of the bowl unhappily, as if she was disgusted that Song Fucai and the others were lazy in the morning.

Song Fucai and the others drank porridge in a hurry, and said in their hearts, Miss, Miss, you said that we were sleeping lazily in the morning, but you didn't get up earlier than us, okay?

After eating, a group of people carried tools and walked towards the yard rented by Yang Yi.

"You washed the dishes, lunch is ready and we will come back!"

Song Jiawen said to Yang Quanlin, completely as a subordinate.

Yang Quanlin was very conscious of sending people under the fence, and agreed again and again, and only when he turned back did he become annoyed - it was no problem to wash the dishes, but he really couldn't cook!

He is a revolutionary party to save the country, but he is not a cook!

By the time Song Jiawen, Yang Ping, Song Fucai and others came to the courtyard, Yang Yi and Yang Kuan had not only come back a long time ago, but even the big tree they brought back had already turned into a pile of planks.

The sundries and snow in the house were also piled up in the corner by Yang An, and although the whole yard and the room were still dilapidated, they were much cleaner, and at this moment the three of them were wielding shovels to take soil in the yard, obviously preparing mud to build walls and mend the yard.

The people in the village have never understood how Yang Yi supported his younger brothers and sisters back then, but at this moment, Song Fucai and others seem to understand - there is no secret, the only thing to do is to be more diligent than others, and be more diligent.

After greeting Song Fucai and the others, Yang Yi and Yang Kuan immediately began to eat, and the slightly cold gruel was already in the stomach after only a few bites.

However, Yang An was drinking porridge and arranging work for Song Fucai and others, who would buy some tiles, who would replace the rafters, etc., everything was in order, like a little housekeeper.

Song Fucai and the others acted separately, and Yang Yi and Yang Kuan immediately joined the busy team after eating.

and mud, stirring, replacing the rotten rafters with new boards, replacing the broken tiles, scraping off the floating soil that can be used and continuing to use, the broken tiles and bricks swept out of the house are not wasted, and the courtyard wall is repaired with the soil......

A group of people were dusty in the flying dust, Yang Yi, Yang Kuan, and Yang An were even more dirty, but they were smiling very happily, Yang Ping was watching from a distance, and he was also smiling.

Song Jiawen looked at them stupidly, and from their smiles, she saw some real hope.