Yi Qiushui is the quintessential man of action.

As soon as it wasn't dawn, she asked people to clean up an empty room in the front yard and use it as a children's practice room.

This practice room not only taught Yang Chengdao, but also those school-age children of Yang Jun also came to train.

As soon as the news came out, those people in Jiuyuan also sent their children over.

It's not that they hope that their children will embark on this path in the future, but that they hope to take this opportunity to build a relationship with Yang Jun's son.

Fools know.

In the future, Yang Chengdao will inherit the Yang family's family business, and their generation does not have to worry, so they are planning for the next generation.

Practicing martial arts with Yang Chengdao, although I don't dare to say what kind of relationship can be handled, at least get acquainted, don't wait for the older generation to wither, and the relationship between the younger generation will fade, and now cultivate the relationship from an early age, and it will not be marginalized when it grows up.

"I said wife, just let them do these things, you don't have to do everything."

Seeing that Yi Qiushui, who had a big belly, was busy with sweat on his forehead, Yang Jun was a little distressed.

Yi Qiushui frowned when he heard this.

His hands stroked his lower abdomen slightly, and he sighed softly.

"Hey, I want to be lazy too, but I can't."

After speaking, his brows furrowed again, and a look of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know what's wrong, I'm always worried about enlightenment, hey."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sighed secretly.

At this moment, he could best understand Yi Qiushui's thoughts.

The son has become like this, which can be said to be related to her spoiling since childhood, if she hadn't blindly used to children, Yang Chengdao would not have become what he is now.

Of course, Yang Jun is also responsible.

Therefore, he can best understand how Yi Qiushui feels now.

The reason why I personally arranged the practice room was like wanting to break the crooked little tree with my own hands.

Although, she also knows that doing all this is also in vain.

However, she can't stop her ardent hope for her son Jackie Chan.

"Hey, don't worry too much."

Yang Jun took her arm and asked her to sit on a chair next to her.

Then, he continued,

"It's not me now, I'll take more time to discipline my children in the future."

When Yi Qiushui heard this, he pouted and looked at him with a resentful expression.

"If you had taken the time to educate your children, Enlightenment would not have become what it is now."

When Yang Jun heard this, he hurriedly apologized.

"It's all my responsibility, it's my failure to fulfill my responsibilities as a father."

"Don't worry, I will definitely educate my children well in the future."

When Yi Qiushui heard this, there was a hint of ruddy on her pretty face.

Holding Yang Jun's hand tightly, he nodded heavily.

"Husband, I believe in you."

Hearing this, Yang Jun also nodded.

The two held each other's hands tightly, as if there was a force that convinced them.

Yang Jun held her hand and looked at her.

This is the first time in so many years that Yi Qiushui has been looked at so closely.

Who knows, this look startled him.

The wrinkles that used to appear on the forehead are now very smooth.

The skin was moist and glowing, and after touching it lightly, it immediately rebounded.

Looking at her blown-up face, Yang Jun couldn't help but kiss it.

"Why, so many people."

Yi Qiushui's face turned crimson, and he looked at Yang Jun embarrassedly.

"You're ...... again I'll have to wait until I get back. ”

After saying that, Yi Qiushui's face turned even redder.

Her shy appearance stunned Yang Jun for a while.

Shy women are the most attractive, especially with affection, which is more attractive to men.

"Hey, you're prettier than ever."

Yang Jun sighed sincerely.

These are his heartfelt words, without a hint of flattery.

"Really?"

Hearing this, Yi Qiushui stroked his face with one hand, rubbed it slightly, and then said shyly,

"I also feel younger than I used to be."

After speaking, he took Yang Jun's hand and whispered shyly: "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you have been with me all this time." ”

Yi Qiushui knew the function and utility of Yang Jun's dragon essence and phoenix marrow, and even this kind of intimate contact benefited her immensely.

This is also one of the reasons why she and those women compete to serve Yang Jun every day.

There is no woman who doesn't like to be young and beautiful, not to mention that they are all people who are very confident in their appearance.

"Hehe, now you know my benefits, right?"

Yang Jun took this opportunity and secretly kissed her.

Makes Yi Qiushui giggle.

"Nasty."

Yi Qiushui said this, but his body was very honest and tightly hugged Yang Jun's arm and did not let go.

"Husband, the next month is getting bigger and bigger, I may not be able to serve you every day, will you not be used to the days without me?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled and said, "Of course." ”

"Those girls are still young, not as comfortable as you, I must miss the days with you."

When Yi Qiushui heard this, he shyly slapped him.

"You mean I'm older than all of them?"

"I didn't say that."

Yang Jun hurriedly raised his hand and swore: "I mean to say, you are gentler and considerate than them, you know how to hurt people, and being with you is enjoyment." ”

Yi Qiushui said coquettishly: "Of course, we have been husband and wife for more than ten years, so naturally we know how to serve you better than them." ”

"That's, that's, it's been a long time."

Yang Jun smiled.

"Nasty."

Then, there is a set of Wind Demon Fist output.

Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui quarreled for a while, and then let her go back to the backyard directly.

Yang Jun came to the practice room with his hands behind his back and looked at the house carefully.

Sun Zhaocai was shy, and he was directing the people below to work with his hands on his waist.

"There should be no clutter in the room, and the floor should be covered with plastic protection."

"And ...... Clean it carefully twice. ”

Yang Jun walked up to him and gave him a blank look with his hands behind his back.

As soon as Sun Zhaocai saw Yang Jun, he hurriedly smiled.

"Hehe, Uncle Yang, do you think it's okay to arrange it like this?"

Yang Jun glanced around and said lightly, "It's okay." ”

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he pouted and said, "Uncle Yang, why is it so difficult to listen to your exaggeration." ”

"It's obviously good, how can you say it's okay."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"How old are you, why are you still like a child?"

After speaking, he looked him up and down, and then continued: "Today is just the opportunity to take this opportunity, let's get rid of the two hands." ”

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, his face changed in fright, and he shook his hand again and again.

"No...... No, I suddenly feel a little sick to my stomach today, so let's do it another day. ”

"Look at your little bit of interest, cowardice." Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Hehe, I'm not stupid."

Sun Zhaocai smiled: "I can see it, you just want to find a chance to beat me, how can I still hit the muzzle of the gun." ”

"Yes, yes, you're smart."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said quietly: "If I want to beat you, I don't need a reason." ”

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, his neck shrank in fright.

"You...... If you don't have the right name, you lose your identity. ”

When Yang Jun heard this, he sneered: "You kid has grown a little bit, and you have actually learned to pat on the back." ”

"Hehe, if you don't make any progress, won't all these years of beating be in vain."

Yang Jun glared at him, and then continued: "Young poor mouth." ”

"I'll go back first, you keep an eye on it here, and the people sent by my eldest brother will come over later, so you cooperate."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Uncle Yang, don't worry, I will treat them thoughtfully." ”

Hearing this, Yang Jun nodded.

Then he left the practice room with his hands behind his back.

He first lay on the fishing platform for a while, saw that the fish had not been hooked, sighed, and then went back to the backyard.

When I came to the backyard, I heard a sigh.

Yang Qingxiang and the others were coaxing their children.

The children didn't want to go to the practice room, they played tricks, and all kinds of tricks were used, and Yang Qingxiang and the others were comforting the children.

Although they were not happy about the children receiving systematic martial arts training, they knew that this was Yang Jun's feeling and they had to comply with it.

Since they can't change the fate of accepting martial arts training, they can only persuade the children to adapt.

Yang Chengdao learned from the past, and they didn't want their children to become like that.

As soon as Yang Jun appeared at the door of the living room, the children immediately stopped crying.

A group of children looked at Yang Jun with tears in their eyes, looking aggrieved.

Yang Jun had a cigarette in his mouth, sat down on the main seat with his hands behind his back, and sat there pretending to be nothing.

Seeing this, Meng Wenya hurriedly stepped forward and poured him a cup of tea.

"Lao Yang, are you done with the front yard?"

Seeing her flattering appearance, Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Don't have nothing to say, I advise you to be interesting, what to say and what not to say, you have to know in your heart."

When Meng Wenya heard this, she smiled and said, "Of course, I have always supported you." ”

"I very much agree with children's martial arts, which can not only strengthen the body, but also exercise people's will, why should I oppose it."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Hmph, you're interested."

Seeing this, Meng Wenya sat beside Yang Jun with a smile.

took Yang Jun's hand and said: "Old Yang, you know, I have always supported you and listened to you the most, but ......"

She carefully observed Yang Jun's face, saw that Yang Jun's face had not changed, and then boldly continued: "Old Yang, you see that the child is still young, less than four years old, is it a bit early to practice martial arts, I am afraid that their premature martial arts practice will affect their physical development." ”

Hearing this, Yang Jun exhaled a puff of smoke.

Turning his head, he looked at him with a cold face.

Looking at Yang Jun's eyes, Meng Wenya felt furious in her heart.

"Well, if you don't agree, I'll just say it."

After speaking, Meng Wenya patted her chest and got up, looking scared.

Seeing that Yang Jun didn't say anything, he then hid to the side.

When the other women saw this, they knew that pleading for mercy would not work, so they simply didn't touch this mold.

At this time, several children still wanted to spill, but as soon as their mouths opened, they were covered.

If there is trouble at this time, it is conceivable that a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots is inevitable.

Yang Qingxiang and the others coaxed and pushed the children out of the hall, and then stood in front of Yang Jun together.

Seeing that they surrounded themselves with water, Yang Jun raised his eyebrows and said,

"What do you mean, preparing for a group fight?"

Huang Yani snorted coldly: "It's good that you know." ”

"Now I will give you a war letter, it depends on whether you dare to fight."

When the other women heard this, they nodded in agreement.

They stood there with their arms crossed, their noses cocked high, and they looked defiant.

Seeing this, Yang Jun felt that his nose was hot, and his heart was hot and hot.

"If you should fight, you will fight, I am afraid that you will not succeed?"

Yang Jun threw away the cigarette butt, and sat there with a big golden knife, very unconvinced, and now he will do a big job.

"Cheng, just wait for your words, whoever is afraid is a puppy."

"Yes, whoever doesn't come tonight is a puppy."

The women chimed in.

They couldn't change the fate of the children's martial arts, so they could only demonstrate to Yang Jun in this way.

Yang Jun didn't scare them, wasn't it just a group fight.

Whether they beat themselves or beat them themselves, it is a result.

"Tonight...... Decisive battle until dawn......"

Just as Yang Jun was holding a pledge meeting, he suddenly saw a nanny walking in in a hurry.

"Mr. Yang, there's a fight ahead, go and take a look."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

"Who fought whom? Is it a gang fight or a heads-up? ”

When the women heard this, they all rolled their eyes at him.

This is too unserious, how can you joke about that little thing between husband and wife?

The nanny didn't know that Yang Jun was discussing with Yang Qingxiang or a group fight before, so she didn't think about it, and said directly,

"Gang beating."

"The masters who taught the young master to practice martial arts invited by Master Ma are beating Sun Zhaocai in a group."

When Yang Jun heard this, he laughed and waved his hand,

"Well, that's not a big deal."

Sun Zhaocai's goods are usually crazy, and he is worried that no one will teach him a lesson.

It's good now.

The masters invited by Ma Zhanshan to teach boxing are all equipped with unique skills and extraordinary skills, just to teach him a lesson about the goods, so that he can save the goods every day thinking that Yang Jun is the boss, and his second child looks like his nostrils are facing the sky.

Who knows, the nanny heard this, and her face was bitter.

"But...... The masters were clamoring to leave. ”

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he waved his hand and looked like he didn't care.

"Hey, what are you going to do, you beat people, and I don't blame them."

Yang Jun thought that the masters invited by Ma Zhanshan were afraid that Yang Jun would blame them for beating Sun Zhaocai, so he left.

However, when the nanny heard this, her face turned constipated.

"Mr. Yang, you might as well take a look for yourself."

Yang Jun listened, patted his thigh, got up and said,

"Well, I'd like to see if the thing has been beaten into a pig's head."

After speaking, he gave Nalan Qingmeng a wink to a few of them, and then went to the front yard with his hands behind his back.

Come to the front yard.

Yang Jun found that there was a commotion, and the door of the practice room was full of people, and it was blocked.

Most of these people are the guards in his house, and some nannies in the backyard.

When the door could not enter, they looked through the window and let out an exclamation.

Yang Jun stood at the door, unable to enter at all.

So, one jumped up and leaned on the shoulders of the guards and looked in.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, it almost makes him happy.

I saw more than a dozen people lying on the ground.

They are all dressed up, and they look like Lianjiazi, but at this moment, they are lying on the ground, holding their arms and thighs and howling non-stop.

In the entire practice room, there was just one person standing there, looking very blinking.

Yang Jun took a closer look, this person was none other than Sun Zhaocai.

At this moment, this thing is standing there happily.

Looking at the people lying around, their nostrils were facing the sky, and they looked invincible.

"Grandma's, there is no one who can fight."

After speaking, Sun Zhaocai made a disdainful look.

The masters lying on the ground dared not speak out about this.

The skills are not as good as people, and the speed of becoming a tongue is even more despised.

They weren't as badly injured as they thought, but they didn't get up and continue the group fight.

More than a dozen people can't beat it, and a few people don't be ashamed.

They lay on the ground and howled, and none of them would be the first to get up.

The guards at the door and by the window were not coaxing, and some were whistling.

"Fortune, good job, I didn't embarrass our guards."

Some people started to shout, and others followed suit.

"Fortune, Bull Price."

"Zhaocai, I'll call you brother in the future."

In the face of everyone's coaxing, Sun Zhaocai didn't know who he was.

"Haha, grandma's, I can't beat anyone...... Forehead. ”

Sun Zhaocai was about to show off to a group of colleagues when he suddenly saw the figure that frightened him, like a crowing rooster suddenly choked by someone's neck.

Before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, made a 'flutter', and lay straight back.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment.

A few people who didn't think it was a big deal just wanted to go up and check, but who knew that Sun Zhaocai was constantly looking at them.

Seeing this, a few of them seemed to understand something, and subconsciously looked back.

"Mr. Yang."

Everyone stood there in unison, respectfully.

Seeing this, Yang Jun slid down from one of the guards in a huff.

He glared at them, then coughed dryly and walked in with his hands behind his back.

When he came to the middle of the practice room, he first looked at the masters who were beaten to the ground, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Then, he walked slowly to Sun Zhaocai.

"Still pretending?"

"Believe it or not, I had people bundle it up and send it directly to the food station?"

Sun Zhaocai, who was lying on the ground, heard this, and knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, so he got up from the ground.

Seeing Yang Jun's cold eyes, Sun Zhaocai was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped, touched his arms, scratched his legs, and grinned: "I...... I didn't mean to pretend it, I hurt too. ”

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

However, seeing that there was a trace of blood on the corner of Sun Zhaocai's mouth, he knew that Sun Zhaocai was not comfortable.

After all, these masters are all famous teachers invited by Ma Zhanshan, and they still have real kung fu under their hands, presumably although Sun Zhaocai won, it was also a miserable victory.

Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He was a little disappointed with these so-called 'famous teachers' invited by Ma Zhanshan.

I can't even do the guards around me, so what qualifications do I have to educate my children.

What's more, the group fights all lost.

Seeing that Sun Zhaocai looked like he had done something wrong, and he was stunned, Yang Jun sighed.

"I'll reward you with a hundred chicken legs."

After saying that, he turned around and walked outside.

Yang Jun did not stay to deal with this matter, he knew that the so-called famous teachers who were lying on the ground did not want him to stay.

Even a guard next to them can't do it, what kind of face do they have to stay and teach children.

Save some face for each other, so as not to make the atmosphere very stiff.

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he was also confused.

Yang Jun asked him to entertain these famous teachers, but before he started teaching, he was cleaned up.

thought that Yang Jun would scold him, but Yang Jun not only scolded him, but also rewarded him with a hundred chicken legs.

"Hehe, thank you Uncle Yang."

Laughing, laughing, suddenly the face stiffened.

"A hundred chicken legs?"

Sun Zhaocai smacked his mouth and said, "Although I am a rice bucket, I can't finish it." ”

……

Back in the backyard, Yang Jun sat there with a disappointed expression.

Yang Qingxiang and the others sat there with happy faces.

They must have heard of something so big going on in the front yard.

If something like this happens, Yang Jun will naturally not use those wine bags and rice bags anymore, even if Yang Jun doesn't mind, those so-called 'famous teachers' probably won't have the face to stay.

"Hey, it seems that traditional martial arts are really going to decline."

Yang Jun sat there and sighed.

He was not angry at touching this group of wine bags and rice bags, but disappointed in the decay of the national arts.

Traditional martial arts have been passed down to this day, and there is not much actual combat ability left.

Originally, he thought that he wanted to invite some famous martial arts teachers to teach the children and feel the power of national arts.

But now it seems.

Traditional martial arts are no longer able to adapt to the current environment.

The decay of national art is not all due to them, but it has a lot to do with the changes in the general environment.

In peacetime, killing techniques are no longer suitable for the development of the current era, and even if there are some international martial arts competitions, they are only ornamental performances.

If you want to learn real kung fu, it's impossible.

Even if Yang Jun personally taught them kung fu, I am afraid that he would not be able to teach them real kung fu masters.

Yang Jun's kung fu was honed on the battlefield, and it was tested by blood and tears, so even if he taught it himself, it lacked real battlefield training and could not teach real kung fu.

"It's, it's just, traditional martial arts don't work."

When the women heard Yang Jun say this, their faces were full of joy.

A group of women hula surrounded him.

"Lao Yang, since you can't learn real kung fu, instead of letting the children waste their time in vain, it's better to let them focus on learning, what do you think?"

After Huang Yani finished speaking, she looked at Yang Jun expectantly.

They felt that the opportunity had come, and when they saw that Yang Jun was disappointed in traditional martial arts, they felt that their children did not need to learn kung fu anymore.

A group of women looked at Yang Jun with an eager face.

As long as Yang Jun relented, their children would not have to suffer these sins.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Then, I lit a cigarette and smoked it.

"Traditional kung fu is no longer good, but isn't there still me?"

After speaking, Yang Jun glanced at them meaningfully, and said quietly: "What do you think of my kung fu?" ”

When the women heard this, they pursed their lips and did not speak.

Yang Jun's kung fu, they are the most vocal.

Whether it's real kung fu or kung fu on a five-foot board, there's nothing to say.

If Yang Jun's kung fu is not good, then there will be no real kung fu in this world.

"Hehe, Lao Yang, you didn't say anything about your kung fu."

Meng Wenya put her arm around Yang Jun and said coquettishly: "Our sisters admire your kung fu very much, or ...... Teach us first, as for the children...... Hey. ”

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"I want to teach your kung fu, and I want to teach the children's kung fu."

"Huh?"

When all the women heard this, they all let out a coquettish cry, and their faces were dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Yang Jun was very funny, and sighed deliberately,

"Hey, it's a hard life."

"I have to teach the children kung fu during the day, and I have to teach you at night, I owe you everything in my life."

"Nasty."

The women rolled their eyes in unison.