Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

This time, the two people really competed.

Tang Yan was a bad student in physical education. He had just learned a few things about marksmanship, but he didn't remember it well at all. In actual combat, he completely forgot about it.

Tang Yan was anxious. The more anxious he became, the more disorganized he became. The more disorganized he became, the more embarrassed he became. He stumbled and almost tripped over his own weapon.

Tang Yan was about to collapse.

As a scholar, even if you hold a weapon in your hand, your posture must be correct and your posture must be elegant. But as for me, how can I be okay if I am running around in a hurry in the eyes of so many people and almost tripping?

Dabao put away his sword and said: "Mom, this guy is not good either, his hands are stupider than his feet!"

Zhang Biluo sighed, "That's all, Mr. Tang, it's me who is stupid. A man who can't even chop firewood or hoop a barrel well, how can I let him be a sparring partner? Let's end this matter here.

, let’s not torture each other.”

Tang Yan faced the biggest setback in his life, his face turned red with shame, and when he didn't know what to do, Yan Beichen suddenly spoke.

"This set of marksmanship, which sways like a pear blossom when dancing, is also called the 'Pear Blossom Spear'. It comes from the highest level of marksmanship in the world. Even if you only learn one move, you must treat it with care."

When Dabao heard this, his eyes widened, "It's really so powerful! Mr. Tang, you are really going too far. Now that you have learned it, you can't ruin this marksmanship."

Tang Yan felt bitter in his heart. Just now, Old Tang had called him a good name, but now he had returned to the original title. It could be seen that his nephew was extremely disappointed with him.

Thinking about the hardships he had endured and the disproportionate rewards, Tang Yan said to Yan Beichen angrily: "Eighteen kinds of martial arts, why do you only teach me this one? You are not afraid of spreading it to others?"

Yan Beichen smiled faintly, "It's just a sparring session. If you can't hold a weapon firmly, who would be willing to learn from you."

On this matter, Zhang Biluo and Yan Beichen held the same view, "As a Taoist, I can see that Mr. Tang's wrists are weak and his moves are limp. Why do you still want to teach and solve doubts? Don't mislead your disciples."

Already."

"I am self-aware!"

Zhang Biluo said with a smile: "Master Tang, do you know why you are the sparring partner? Dabao is a beginner, and you are also a beginner, and you two are no match for each other. Dabao is young, and although you are tall, you have an advantage in strength, but you

You are not flexible in your movements, so that you can fight back and forth. When Dabao beats you until you are unable to fight back, if you want to be a sparring partner, we have to politely decline."

Tang Yan suddenly realized that he was just a movable wooden stake, a proper tool man.

He was about to leave when he heard Yan Beichen say: "Yanlongcheng, you guys have practiced again."

Dabao turned a deaf ear and ignored him at all.

Zhang Biluo smiled, squatted down and pinched Dabao's cheek: "Bao, can you continue dancing? Mom likes it."

For the sake of his mother, Dabao used all he had learned and pressed the sword skills harder than usual. Tang Yan was stunned. Are you still fighting? Really? Are you going to fight or not?

Yan Beichen suddenly said: "Walk the flower gun, the phoenix nods, and the white snake dances."

These three moves were the first to be learned, and Tang Yan remembered them quite well. Regardless of whether the posture was graceful or not, he used them all at once, and actually defused Dabao's offensive.

Dabao became anxious, raised his sword and rushed over again. Yan Beichen said again, "The phoenix nods, the white snake dances, and the flower gun is waved."

This is not the same three moves, but the order has been changed.

Repeatedly and repeatedly, Tang Yan's three-step ax was implemented to the end, but Dabao could not get close.

Dabao asked loudly: "Can you use another trick? If you keep fighting, I will know it!"

Yan Beichen glanced at Tang Yan and said, "Master Tang just drank the other moves with porridge."

Dabao said angrily: "If you don't care about him, he may not be so good at dismantling his moves."

"He was taught by me, so naturally he wants to help. If you don't accept it, go find someone who taught you swordsmanship to help you solve it."

After saying that, Yan Liu pushed Yan Beichen back.

Tang Yan was deeply ashamed of his martial arts talent. The Yan family's pear blossom spear was not kept secret. There was a pear blossom spear array in the army, which frightened the enemy.

Of course, not everyone can learn this spear move, and the selection over the years has been very strict. If Yan Beichen doesn't regard himself as an outsider, we can't embarrass him.

Tang Yan was determined to practice more today. Zhang Biluo said quietly: "Dabao, the small bamboo sword mother bought for you is already very rough, and Mr. Tang's little broken gun is worse than yours. Mother is really... melancholy and sad...

…”

Tang Yan said loudly: "Don't read it! I can't hold Brother Ji's gun, and the child's gun is too light, so I cut one off temporarily. I'll go back and make a new one, right?"

Zhang Biluo smiled and said, "Okay, now it's time for our Dabao to have dinner. Please come back."

Tang Yan didn't expect her to keep any food, so he left without looking back.

Li Yunniang watched the excitement all morning on the wall, and her doubts reappeared in her heart, "Zhang Sanniang, it doesn't look like Dabao learned the sword from Xing Baotou on the first day?"

"How do you know?"

"Learned under the banyan tree?"

"That's right."

"Then Dabao should be learning swordsmanship at this moment. Why didn't you let him go?"

"Who told you? We learn swordplay at night and practice in the morning."

No wonder! Li Yuniang saw the hardships of practicing martial arts today, and gave up the idea of ​​comparison. She only wanted Tiedan'er to be able to learn from others, not to be both civil and military.

Li Yunniang thought for a while and lowered her voice, "Don't get too close to the two people next door. They are both rich and noble, so they must have a lot of background. Control your temper in time, and don't offend others."

After I finished speaking, I didn’t know what I was thinking of, so I burst into laughter, “Dabao, please keep your eyes open. It’s not easy for your mother to pull you away. You have to learn to find a father for yourself.”

Dabao responded with great joy, "I am the backbone of the family, how can you not understand this? My father has already found her, and I get close to him every day, and I say good things about my mother to him every day."

Li Yunniang laughed loudly and went back to work on her children, while Yan Beichen and Tang Yan in the other yard looked at each other.

"Yan Liu!" Yan Beichen asked, "Why haven't these been reported?"

Yan Liu hurriedly explained, "Actually, we reported it. Our people always said: The young master praised the madam."

This is indeed the case on the surface. Who would have thought that five-year-old Dabao could be so thoughtful?

Tang Yan said: "Is it true that Dabao is here?"

Yan Beichen threw the carving knife and chess pieces on the table, "If I remember correctly, Xing Jing, right?"

"Yes, that's him! Zhang Sanniang relies on her beauty to flirt with others everywhere!"

Yan Beichen glanced at him, "You still think today is not embarrassing enough? If you can't beat Dabao to tears tomorrow, you should go back to Beijing as soon as possible."

"Brother, that is your biological son."

"He has nothing to regret after being defeated by the Yan family's pear-shaped spear."

"Brother, you will end up alone forever."

"Dabao needs to be strong, so that he can arouse his desire to win."

"Brother, he is not yet six years old. Are you really going to be so cruel?"

Yan Beichen thought he talked too much and pointed to the corner with a cold face. Tang Yan had no choice but to walk away with a grimace.