You must get up early to practice, so Zhou Yiren couldn't hide this matter, and Yang Dongxu didn't want to hide it from his godfather. So I told her about it when I got home in the evening.
When he heard that there was such a Taoist priest Zhou Yiren in the temple opposite, his expression changed, and he took Yang Dongxu to the temple without waiting for tomorrow's dinner.
After a few words of conversation, Yang Dongxu was sent away and asked to go home to sleep. He talked with the old Taoist priest for half the night before returning. Then Yang Dongxu was grabbed by his godfather before dawn the next day.
"Practice hard. If you come back disobedient, I'll beat you up." Zhou Yiren did not forget to warn Yang Dongxu after he threw him into the temple.
Looking at the back of his godfather as he left, Yang Dongxu shook his head. He felt that old man Xuan must be a magician. And he was such a powerful stickman that he tricked his godfather into selling his grandson in the middle of the night.
With his sleepy eyes open, Yang Dongxu pushed open the door of Old Man Xuan's courtyard against the cold morning wind. After entering, Old Man Xuan was already waiting in the yard.
Yang Dongxu looked at Old Man Xuan expectantly after washing his face. Now was the time when the morning glow appeared. If Old Man Xuan asked him to practice Kung Fu so early, he would make himself puff up. Yang Dongxu suddenly became excited.
Under the guidance and assistance of Old Man Xuan, he sat cross-legged in a weird posture, and then...nothing, just sitting like this unable to move. Whenever Old Man Xuan moved, he slapped him in the face, and instantly made him loose. Return to original position.
He sat like this for half an hour, until Yang Dongxu's whole body ached from this awkward movement and his clothes were wet with sweat.
Then Old Man Xuan picked him up and threw him into a large barrel. There were many herbs floating in the barrel, and the smell of many herbs was mixed together. The sourness almost made Yang Dongxu faint.
"What's the method of vomiting?" Yang Dongxu asked blankly while sitting in the barrel.
"Take it out, your little body is not yet ready to learn to breathe in and out. Although you are young, you are seven years old after all. The tendons and bones have already become fixed. Now I will stretch the tendons and loosen the bones. , and then you can continue practicing." Old Man Xuan said.
"How long do you need to practice this?" Yang Dongxu felt like he had been fooled. Even if he didn't teach Tuna, you could teach him a few martial arts moves. You almost twist yourself into a twisted pose, and then soak yourself in such a smelly liquid. Is this martial arts training or torturing people?
"Let's see how your body is shaping up. Let's practice for half a year and see."
Practice for half a year, why don't you take a look? Hey, hey, hey, you are a master. How can you teach your disciples if you don’t know how long you have been practicing? Is it okay not to study now...
So Yang Dongxu, who had not lived a good life for a few days after escaping the intellectual torture of his godfather, once again fell into the clutches of Old Man Xuan and began to torture him physically.
Every day, I would pose for half an hour without moving in one movement, and then soak in the medicine bucket for half an hour. Then...then just go ahead and do whatever you need to do, don't disturb me and let me catch up on my sleep. When people get old, they don't sleep well. To have to wake up early to teach this little brat like you is a big sin.
So apart from getting up earlier than before every day, Yang Dongxu's life doesn't seem to have changed much. But what makes him depressed is that after half a month of training, his body's flexibility is pretty good.
There is no way to be twisted into twists every day. If the flexibility is not good, the bones will break early. But apart from flexibility, Yang Dongxu felt that his strength had not increased much. There was no metallic luster on the surface of his skin, and there was no sense of energy in his dantian...
When I had a fight with Xiang Pangdun, who was two years older than me in the courtyard, he still got me pinned down and beaten. It didn't seem to make any difference whether he practiced martial arts or not.
After the fight, Yang Dongxu, bruised and swollen, went to Old Man Xuan to complain and asked him to teach him a few tricks, not to mention how powerful they were. At least he can fight back when he encounters someone as strong as Little Fatty.
But Old Man Xuan told him that training children's strength (muscle) would affect their height. If Yang Dongxu didn't suggest that he would be a three-inch nail in the future, he would let him start training now.
Three Inch Nails! Yang Dongxu shook his head and shuddered. Are you kidding? From now on, anyone under 170 will be considered disabled, right? When the post-00 generation comes out, the criteria for selecting a spouse will all be above 175. How can I, a three-inch nail, get away with it?
If you don't practice, don't practice. Just bear with it. The worst is, if you see that little chubby guy in the future, he will take a detour. Or punch him and run away. He is no match for a head-to-head opponent, and harassment tactics are still very effective.
Just like this, Yang Dongxu started school in September.
Di'anmen Street Primary School is not very far away from Mao'er Hutong, and it only takes fifteen minutes for a little kid to walk and run. You don't even need an adult to give it to you, you can just wander there by yourself with your schoolbag on your back.
When school started, Yang Dongxu didn't want to go to the small courtyard to pose. He just tossed and turned in the same few poses every day. He had long been tired of doing useless exercises except body flexibility.
If we are afraid that practicing Qigong will delay school time, it doesn't matter. We can move the time earlier. You get up at about five o'clock and finish at nearly seven o'clock. You eat, walk, etc. You will definitely be able to get to school before reading at eight o'clock.
If it doesn't work, you can come back from school in the evening and practice the same thing again. The same goes for practicing at night... It turns out that practicing martial arts has nothing to do with getting up early to greet the morning glow. your sister! Do you want to be so cheating?
Less than a week into school, Yang Dongxu began to lie on the table and look out the window out of boredom. It seems that it’s quite nice to pose and lead Xiaoxue around every day. Class is more torturous than practicing, even though Xiaoxue is sitting next to him now.
"What's wrong?" Yang Dongxu, who was staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze, felt like someone was stabbing him, turned his head, looked at the pink little face and asked.
There is a saying in rural areas that children cannot go to school at all. This saying comes from the idiom "qiup8xia". So if you don't go to school at the age of seven, you need to wait until you are nine, otherwise you won't be able to go to college at the age of eight. But Xiaoxue went to school when she was only six years old. Can she pass the college entrance exam...
"Classmate Yang Dongxu, stand up and answer this question." Yes, Xiaoxue didn't need 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, "Teacher, I didn't hear clearly what the question you said just now was, can you say it again?"
"It's not that you didn't hear clearly, you didn't hear at all. Go and stand at the door." Qi Xueming, the math teacher on the podium, threw the book in his hand on the desk and roared.
The whole classroom fell silent instantly. All the students lowered their heads and did not dare to speak or look at the teacher. Xiaoxue kept looking away from Yang Dongxu with an anxious look on her face.
"I really didn't hear clearly. How could I not have listened to the lesson? Why don't you repeat the question and see if I can understand it?" If it were any other kid, he might have been frightened by the teacher's loud voice, but Yang Dongxu's heart How old are you and are you still afraid of this kind of roar?
"You..." Qi Xueming's face turned red at Yang Dongxu's words. He wanted to throw this little kid out of the classroom. When he saw school leaders walking around outside the window, he had to swallow his breath and adjust. His own voice spoke: "There are 14 ducks standing on the shore and 8 ducks have entered the water. How many ducks are left on the shore?"
In this era when there is no kindergarten, even if there is, it is only for coaxing and playing. The first graders who have just started school for a week are obviously still learning some numbers. The addition, subtraction, multiplication and division involved are all within 10, so now the math teacher has published this The question was deliberately trying to embarrass Yang Dongxu.
But is Yang Dongxu afraid of being embarrassed? Are you kidding me? Don't talk about addition and subtraction within 20. Try counting multiplication and division together? See if he's afraid of taking pictures.
"There are still 6 duck teachers left." Yang Dongxu replied seriously. At first glance, he was a good baby.
"Well, the answer is correct. Sit down and listen." Qi Xueming forced a smile that was uglier than crying and asked Yang Dongxu to sit down.
Not long after he sat down, he began to wander about foreign objects again. If at first, he felt fresh about being a primary school student and reminiscing about the past. Now his patience has been exhausted. Listening to the question of how many ducks, how many chickens, and how many rabbits on the podium, he felt like there were countless Tang Monks chanting sutras in his ears.
get out of class had just finished here and Yang Dongxu was going to go out for a walk. He was almost going crazy in the classroom, but he was called to the office. The principal's office to be precise.
"Hello, principal." Yang Dongxu said hello first when he entered the principal's office. He casually looked around the simple office and focused on the little old man in front of him.
In this day and age, everyone is aging quickly due to wind and rain. 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 man.
"Yang Dongxu, right? Don't be nervous. I have nothing else to do with you. It's because your godfather Zhou Yiren and I are classmates, of course in high school. I'm not as smart as him to get into college." The soldier and civilian said with a smile. : "Your godfather told me about your situation. I called you here to ask if you want to skip a grade?"
In fact, what Zhou Yiren and the soldier and civilian said about Yang Dongxu's situation was still conservative. According to his understanding of Yang Dongxu, it was more than enough for him to go directly to junior high school. But he didn't choose that. It wasn't that Yang Dongxu objected.
But Yang Dongxu's personality is a bit too independent. He wants to let Yang Dongxu get in touch with more peers so that he doesn't act so independent, and he wants to have more classmates and playmates.
But as his most proud student and godson, Zhou Yiren still couldn't help but show off in front of his old classmates. So I briefly talked about Yang Dongxu’s current knowledge.
"Um... Grandpa Principal, there's no need for this." Yang Dongxu scratched his head and smiled a little silly.
Are you kidding me? There are several big guys in the same grade who can't do it themselves. I was bullied to death when I was in third grade. I disagree, I firmly disagree.
"Then don't always be distracted during class. Although you have learned these things before, it is better to review the past and learn the new. Your godfather taught you this idiom, right?"
have to! Waiting for myself here. Yang Dongxu nodded quickly and pretended to be a grandson. Anyway, from his godfather's generation, he was indeed a grandson in front of the soldiers and civilians, so he didn't feel burdened by pretending.
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