Although it was just a word from Dakui, the whole government followed it unanimously. Yang Xiaohu could not slack off in his daily practice. He practiced spear three times in the morning and three times in the evening. Even if he missed a move, he would not be able to do it. Meng Ge was always watching beside him.
He was not allowed to eat until Yang Xiaohu had finished his daily homework.
At least Meng Ge went out that day, but Pan Bu was supervising him. Pan Bu was honest, and Yang Xiaohu couldn't help but think of being lazy. Pan Bu was practicing his sword, and Yang Xiaohu stopped for a while, and once Pan Bu noticed
He immediately continued to dance with the spear, shouting and shouting at the same time, and it looked like he was working very hard.
After practicing the 276 styles of the Yang Family Spear three times, it became the 828 styles. Yang Xiaohu held the Iron Black Dragon Spear but it was still powerful at the beginning. After practicing more than 100 styles, it became slower.
The dragon spear weighs more than 80 kilograms. Yang Xiaohu held it in his hand and practiced more than 200 postures. His movements were as slow as a tortoise crawling. He started every morning when he got up, and it took him a day to finish practicing the 828 postures.
By the time it is exactly noon, it will be exactly noon.
He has been practicing this for several days. Although Yang Xiaohu has made some progress, he still needs to practice until noon. Meng Ge happened to be away today, so Yang Xiaohu just moved here and there in a perfunctory manner.
Pan Bu had been practicing the sword very attentively, and Yang Xiaohu placed the iron gun on the ground to be lazy, but kept shouting: "Hey, ah, hey ha."
When he was stabbing, he happened to see Yang Xiaohu standing there not practicing Kung Fu. He couldn't help but stood up and scolded: "My foster father told us to practice Kung Fu, but you are lazy?"
Yang Xiaohu chuckled and said: "Why don't you say you are stupid? No one will see you, so of course you should take a break. I haven't stopped since morning, and after lunch I have to practice again until dark. Let me tell you
Ah, you are not allowed to complain!"
Pan Bu was sincere and said bluntly: "I will definitely tell the master and ask the master to tell the adoptive father that you are slipping."
Yang Xiaohu chuckled and said: "If you dare to complain, I will beat you. Hey, let's see if you dare to complain!" After saying that, Yang Xiaohu threw the iron gun, made a fist with his right hand, extended his palm with the left hand, and hit each other with both hands.
ring.
Pan Bu shouted angrily: "If you beat me, I will tell Master!" Although he said this, he was still afraid of Yang Xiaohu in his heart. Pan Bu had seen Yang Xiaohu's martial arts, and he was his opponent. When he saw Yang
Xiaohu was approaching step by step, and he couldn't help but retreat step by step with a look of horror on his face. Although he held a long knife in each hand, he didn't dare to make a move. After all, how could brothers with different surnames meet with swords and guns? Yang Xiaohu knew that Panbu was honest, so he deliberately
Scared him. He couldn't help but have a fierce look on his face!
Who would have thought that Da Kui, who had not seen anyone for several days, would indeed come to the front house today. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Yang Xiaohu trying to bully Pan Bu. Although he was angry, he walked into the yard silently.
When Pan Bu saw Da Kui, he immediately shouted aggrievedly: "Father!"
Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaohu laughed loudly when he heard this and said: "No one can save you today, so what if I'm just lazy and don't practice? What if you want to sue me and I'll beat you up? If you have the ability, fight me and see who
It's amazing!" Yang Xiaohu knew that his adoptive father Zhang Dakui was in the back house all day long, and he had not seen his adoptive father for many days in a row, so Yang Xiaohu had already become a little slack.
Seeing that Pan Bu was about to make a sound, Da Kui quickly pointed his finger at Pan Bu and signaled Pan Bu to keep quiet. Da Kui then bent down to pick up the iron gun, walked out of the courtyard door quietly and hid the iron gun behind the door, then coughed on purpose and turned back.
Dakui's cough made Yang Xiaohu jump in fright in the courtyard. He quickly turned around to pick up the iron gun and was about to pretend to touch it. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was dumbfounded. He had clearly thrown the iron gun on the ground.
Missing?
Dakui happened to come in and saw Yang Xiaohu's anxious look. He couldn't help but asked with a cold voice on his face: "Why are you standing here stupidly when I ask you to practice?"
Yang Xiaohu suddenly stammered incoherently: "Father, that... what... that... is not, I...!"
Dakui couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Hey, rotten wood cannot be carved." Then he raised his head and asked Panbu: "How long has your brother been playing?" Panbu was four years older than Yang Xiaohu, so Dakui asked.
It is said that there is a tacit understanding between honest people and honest people. Pan Bu knew that Da Kui wanted to punish Yang Xiaohu, so he deliberately said: "Xiaohu has been playing since this morning. If he doesn't listen to me, he will beat me!"
Yang Xiaohu's head was now as big as two, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Where did the iron gun go?"
Perhaps telepathically, Dakui immediately said: "It is indeed hard for Xiaohu to practice kung fu all day long, forget it! Xiaohu will have a rest until noon. My father wants to go to your uncle Tang. We have decided to go to the school to compete, and Xiaohu will take his father's
Bring me the iron gun!"
When Dakui said this, Yang Xiaohu had a grimace on his face. Dakui looked at Yang Xiaohu and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, Xiaohu? I don't blame you for not practicing Kung Fu, but my father doesn't blame you. Why do you look like this? What's wrong with you?"
Yang Xiaohu cried "Wow": "The iron gun is lost!" Then he knelt on the ground with a pop.
"What?" Dakui shouted angrily: "That iron spear was given by King Xiao Ming of the Red Scarf Army in Jiangbei, and he has followed my father for many years. Your father and I are brothers, and my father even carried this spear with him to kill the enemy.
Most of my marksmanship was passed down by your father, and now you have lost your iron gun?" Da Kui walked around the yard angrily, but he wasn't pretending.
Yang Xiaohu practiced Kung Fu, acted clever and lazy, and had a disagreement with Pan Bu and used his skills to dominate others. This kind of behavior was the source of Da Kui's anger!
Yang Xiaohu cried and said: "Father, I know I was wrong!" As he said this, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply. Yang Xiaohu was only sixteen or seventeen years old, after all, he was still a child. Once something happened, he immediately became childish.
Dakui asked angrily: "Tell me, where did you go wrong?"
Yang Xiaohu cried: "I shouldn't be lazy, I shouldn't throw away the iron gun!" After hearing this, Dakui hurriedly walked to Pan Bu and grabbed a long knife with his hands, turned around and shouted angrily: "Take off your clothes."
When Yang Xiaohu heard this, he didn't dare to neglect. He stood up, untied his silk ribbon and took off his clothes one by one until his upper body was naked. Then he knelt on the ground again.
Dakui came over and slapped Yang Xiaohu hard on the back with the blade of the blade. There was a "snap" sound, and a red mark appeared on Yang Xiaohu's back. Dakui shouted and asked: "Martial arts practitioners are not motivated, should they be cheating and slipping?"
Should I fight?"
Yang Xiaohu gritted his teeth and endured the pain and said, "It's time to hit!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "snap" sound and another knife was struck on his back.
Dakui shouted and asked: "Brothers are like brothers. I wonder if we should fight if we are united and harmonious?"
Yang Xiaohu couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this, and then shouted: "It should be beaten."
‘Pah!’ Another sword slap hit Yang Xiaohu on the back, and Dakui asked again: “Peace is the most important thing when using force to stop fighting. Should we use force to dominate others?”
Yang Xiaohu burst into tears, but still raised his voice and replied: "It should be beaten."
"I'll hit you three times today, and you'll have to remember it for the rest of your life!" Dakui said, giving up and walking out of the yard with his single sword.
From behind, Yang Xiaohu shouted loudly: "Thank you stepfather for your teaching!"...