Early the next morning, when it was still bright and bright, Long Xiao woke up the nine disciples who were still sleeping, taught them their different mental methods, and let them practice it on their own. Of course, Long Xiao was teaching the mental methods.
Before practicing the law, different courses are designed according to each person's physique and understanding.
Yang Yanrong had the habit of getting up early and going to bed early. He wandered outside to watch his juniors practice, then did the eighth set of radio gymnastics, and then ran along the yard.
Yang Yanping, who was demoted to the second eldest brother, was dissatisfied and asked: "Master, why doesn't Senior Brother need to practice with us? Look at him, what is he doing there?"
Long Xiao sighed, with a look of desolation on his face. He was extremely satisfied with this apprentice. Since getting along with Yang Yanrong, although he was often made angry by this rebellious disciple, deep down in his heart,
He felt happiness that he had never experienced before. Although Yang Yanrong's qualifications were not the best, they were the most pleasing to him. If Yang Yanrong were to be replaced by his nine apprentices, he would definitely choose Yang Yanrong.
Yang Yanping's question touched Long Xiao's sore spot. He looked at Yang Yanrong who was running in the distance and was sweating profusely. A trace of love flashed in Long Xiao's eyes and he said in a deep voice: "Let him go. You guys practice well."
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Seeing that his complaint failed, Yang Yanping had no choice but to go back to practice Kung Fu angrily, which aroused a burst of ridicule from his brothers.
"Yanrong, what kind of skills are you practicing?" Long Xiao walked up to Yang Yanrong and was very curious about this apprentice who had been away early in the morning.
"Huh!" Yang Yanrong exhaled a breath of hot air and said with a smile: "Master, you will know if you try it too. Running has many benefits, especially for you old people. You have to run often to eliminate excess in the body."
Fat can enhance endurance and the body's resistance, so that you can maintain energy every day, eat well, and sleep well."
Long Xiao nodded and started running too.
After running several laps along the yard, Yang Yanrong kept moving at a steady pace, neither fast nor slow. Long Xiao followed him and asked: "Yanrong, when are you going to run?"
"I won't run for another two laps." Yang Yanrong replied: "I set myself a limit of twenty laps every day, and this is eighteen laps."
"Brother Yang, the water is ready!" Ke'er came out of the kitchen with a smile, a happy smile on her rosy face. She knew that Brother Yang had always had this habit. After every run, he would wash a
After the Yang brothers came, they were also infected. So much so that Ke'er always complained that she had to boil a large pot of water every day. However, although she complained, she was happy in her heart.
Yang Yanrong nodded and said with a smile: "Our Ke'er is really good, haha, I'll wash it when I get back."
Ke'er pursed her lips and smiled, her shining eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky, so pure without any flaws.
After running the last two laps, Yang Yanrong wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looking at his master who was not blushing and out of breath, he couldn't help but be speechless. Damn it, martial arts masters are so powerful. After running more than ten laps, Long Xiao still looked like a normal person.
It seems that it made Yang Yanrong very envious. When will I have such a strong body?
After taking a shower and having breakfast, Yang Yanrong took the two Li brothers and the three Heifengshan brothers out. They went straight to the wine shop that they had learned about from the waiter yesterday.
Fortunately, the wine shop is not far away. It is next to the corner gate outside Xihua Gate. It is already a standard slum in this area. Ordinary dignitaries rarely set foot here because it is too shabby. Compared with the prosperity
It was simply out of place in the capital city. Yang Yanrong didn't find it particularly curious. After all, even the metropolises of later generations still had shantytowns.
After asking a breakfast vendor on the roadside, I found out that the wine shop I was looking for was very remote. Apparently, the waiter didn't know the specific address, only that it was in the Jiaomenzi area.
After walking through several dilapidated alleys, Yang Yanrong finally saw an extremely simple thatched house. The faint smell of wine told him that he had found the right place this time.
"Chen's Winery" was written in four large, vague characters on a piece of white cloth that had turned gray-white. It was flying high on a long wooden stake as thick as an arm, and was blown by the morning breeze.
Li Shan stepped forward and lightly pressed the closed bamboo door: "Is anyone here?"
A middle-aged man's voice came from inside the door: "Wait a moment, we'll be here soon."
After a while, the bamboo door opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties came out. He looked at the six strange men outside, clasped his fists, and asked: "Guests, what's the matter?"
Yang Yanrong saw that this man was wearing a coarse linen jacket. Although he was simple, he was extremely clean. His face was full of vicissitudes of life, his eyes were bland and there was no trace of waves, and he had an indescribable air of favor and humiliation. Yang Yanrong observed his face.
If you look at the color, you will know that this person has a peaceful nature, and his edges have long been smoothed by life.
Yang Yanrong came out of the crowd and said with a loud voice: "I'm Yang Yanrong, I have the chance to know the fine wine brewed by your shop. I heard that your shop is about to close down. I don't know why? So I came to take a look. I apologize for the rudeness."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "Oh, that's it. A few of you are guests from afar. Please come in and chat. Please!"
"Excuse me!" Yang Yanrong raised his hand and filed in with his brothers. The middle-aged man led Yang Yanrong and his group straight into the living room. After everyone sat down, he said: "The cabin is simple and simple, which made a few people laugh.
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Yang Yanrong said politely: "Where is it? I don't know what I call the shopkeeper?"
The Mid-Autumn Festival man gave a wry smile and said, "The shopkeeper is going to close soon. Oh, my surname is Chen, Chen Chong."
Yang Yanrong glanced at him and asked in confusion: "Uncle Chen, your wine shop is running well and the wine is good, why did you close it?"
Chen Chong sighed and said: "Business is hard to do, and I'm not good at running it. I can't continue doing it, so I have to close the door." When Yang Yanrong saw that he was hesitant to speak, he clearly had something to hide. Of course, the other party was unwilling.
Say, he can't force others, right?
At this time, a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old wearing a light blue skirt came in carrying a pot of tea. Yang Yanrong saw that although she was not old, she was as beautiful as a flower, with curved eyebrows and big and energetic eyes.
Eyes, tall nose, small lips, and a slight smile on Guazi's face: "Brothers, please drink tea." Her voice was pleasant and sweet, with a hint of Wu Nong's soft words. Yang Yanrong saw her.
Although he was smiling, a hint of worry in the corners of his eyes showed up naturally and unstoppably.
"This is my little girl Chen Nan, I made a lot of people laugh!" Chen Chong waved his hand, and the girl An Ran bowed before retreating.