The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

One 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 grandfather. So I told him about it when I got home at night.

Hearing that there was such a Taoist priest in the opposite temple, Zhou Yiren's complexion changed, and he took Yang Dongxu to the temple without waiting for dinner tomorrow.

Then he sent Yang Dongxu away without talking a few words and told him to go home to sleep. He talked with the old Taoist priest for a whole night before coming back. Then Yang Dongxu was picked up by his grandpa before dawn the next day.

"Practice hard, and if you don't obey me, I'll beat you up." Throwing Yang Dongxu into the temple, Zhou Yiren still didn't forget to tell him.

Looking at the back of his godfather leaving, Yang Dongxu shook his head. He thought that old man Xuan must be a magic stick. And it's still a very powerful kind of magic stick. It only took midnight to sell his god-grandfather out of his grandson.

Yang Dongxu pushed open the door of Old Man Xuan's small courtyard against the cold morning wind with his sleepy eyes open. After entering, old man Xuan was already waiting in the yard.

Yang Dongxu looked at Old Man Xuan with anticipation after washing his face. Now that the morning glow is showing his head, Old Man Xuan asked him to practice so early. Did he want to let himself swallow clouds and mist, purple air coming from the east or something? Yang Dongxu suddenly became excited.

Under the guidance and assistance of old man Xuan, he sat cross-legged in a weird posture, and then, without any further, he sat like this and couldn't move. Whenever he moved, old man Xuan slapped him, and instantly restored his loose movements to the original position.

It took half an hour to sit like this, until Yang Dongxu was sore all over from this awkward movement, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

Then old man Xuan picked him up and threw him into a big bucket. There were a lot of herbs floating in the bucket, and the smell of many kinds of herbs mixed together. The sourness almost made Yang Dongxu faint.

"How about spitting?" Yang Dongxu, who was sitting in the barrel, asked in a daze.

"Spit out your head, your small body is not yet ready to learn how to breathe. Although you are small, you are seven years old. Your tendons and bones have already tended to be fixed. Now I will stretch your tendons and loosen your bones. , and then you can continue to practice." Old man Xuan said.

"Then how long will it take to practice this?" Yang Dongxu felt like he was being fooled, even if he didn't teach breathing, he could just teach him a few martial arts moves. Twisting himself into a twisted pose, and then soaking in such an unpleasant medicinal liquid, is this practicing martial arts or tossing people?

"See how your small body is shaped. Let's practice for half a year and see."

Practice for half a year first, let's see? Hey, hey, you are a master, you don't even know how you teach your apprentices after practicing for a long time? Don't study now, okay?

So Yang Dongxu, who had escaped his grandpa's knowledge torture and hadn't lived a good life for a few days, fell into old man Xuan's clutches again and began to torture him physically.

Every day, if you can't shake a movement, you first pose for half an hour, and then soak in the medicine bucket for half an hour. Then...then you can do what you should do, don't interfere with my sleep. People don't sleep well when they are old, so it's a terrible crime to get up early to teach you this little brat.

So apart from waking up earlier than before, Yang Dongxu's life doesn't seem to have changed much. But what depressed him was that after practicing for half a month, his body's flexibility was pretty good.

There is no way to be twisted into twists every day, the flexibility is not good, and the bones are broken early. But apart from flexibility, Yang Dongxu felt that his strength didn't seem to increase much, and he didn't see any metallic luster on the surface of his skin, nor did he feel any sense of aura in his dantian.

Fighting with the fat man who was two years older than me in the courtyard, he was still pressed under his body and beaten, it seemed to make no difference whether he practiced martial arts or not.

After the fight, Yang Dongxu, with a bruised nose and swollen face, went to old man Xuan to complain, and asked him to teach him a few moves, not to mention how powerful they were. At least he can fight back against someone with such strength as Xiaopangdun.

But the old man Xuan told him that children's strength (muscle) training will affect their height. If Yang Dongxu doesn't mind being a three-inch nail in the future, he will let him start training now.

Three-inch nails! Yang Dongxu shook his head and shivered. Are you kidding me, anyone below 170 will be considered as disabled in the future, okay? After the post-00s come out, the mate selection criteria are all above 175. How do you let me be a three-inch nail?

If you don't practice, don't practice patience. At worst, you will see that little chubby man take a detour later. Or punch him and run. Head-to-head is not an opponent, and the effect of harassment tactics is still very good.

In this way, Yang Dongxu started school in September.

Di'anmen Street Primary School is not very far to the south of Maoer Hutong, and it takes only fifteen minutes for the little kid to walk and run. You don't even need an adult to send it off, you can swing by with your schoolbag on your back.

After school started, Yang Dongxu didn't want to go to the small courtyard to pose for poses. He tossed and turned in just a few poses every day, and he was already tired of exercises that were useless except for body flexibility.

It doesn't matter if you are afraid of delaying your school time due to practice, we can move the time earlier. You get up at five o'clock, finish around seven o'clock, eat, walk, etc., and you will definitely be able to arrive at school before the morning reading at eight o'clock.

If it doesn’t work, you can practice the same thing after school at night. The same goes for evening practice. It turns out that practicing martial arts has nothing to do with waking up early to greet the morning glow. your sister! Do you want to be so pitiful?

Less than a week after school, Yang Dongxu began to lie on the table and look out the window boredly. It seems that it's not bad to pose every day, and then lead Xiaoxue to play around. Going to class is more torturous than practicing, even though Xiaoxue is sitting beside him now.

"What's the matter?" Staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze, feeling someone stabbing him, Yang Dongxu turned his head, looked at the pink face and asked.

There is a saying in the countryside that when children go to school, they are up and down. This saying comes from the idiom that is up and down. So if you don't go to school at the age of seven, you need to wait until the age of nine, otherwise you can't go to college if you go to school at the age of eight. But Xiaoxue went to school when she was only six years old, so can she pass the university entrance exam?

"Student Yang Dongxu, stand up and answer this question." Yes, you don't need Xiaoxue to remind Yang Dongxu to know what happened.

Yang Dongxu stood up straight away, saw that there was no question written on the blackboard and said, "Report teacher, I didn't hear clearly what the question you said just now, 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, a mathematics teacher on the podium, threw the book in his hand on the desk and roared.

The whole classroom fell silent in an instant, and all the students lowered their heads and dared not speak or look at the teacher. With an anxious look on Xiaoxue's face, she kept pulling at the corner of Yang Dongxu's clothes.

"I really didn't hear clearly. How could it be that I didn't attend the class? Why don't you repeat the question to see if I can understand?" If it were any other kid, he might be startled by the teacher's loud voice, but Yang Dongxu thought How old are you, still afraid of this roar?

"You..." Qi Xueming's face was flushed by Yang Dongxu's words, and he wanted to throw this little kid out of the classroom. Seeing that there seemed to be school leaders walking outside the window, he swallowed his breath, adjusted his voice and said: "There were 14 ducks standing on the shore, and 8 ducks went into the water. How many ducks are left on the shore?"

In this era where there is no kindergarten, even if there is, it is an era of coaxing and playing. The first grade who has just started school for a week is obviously still learning some numbers, and the addition and subtraction involved are all within 10. The problem is to deliberately embarrass Yang Dongxu.

But is Yang Dongxu afraid of embarrassment? Are you kidding me, let alone addition and subtraction within 20, try adding multiplication and division together? Don't be afraid to see him shoot.

"There are still 6 ducks left." Yang Dongxu replied earnestly, he looked like a good baby.

"Well, the answer is correct. Sit down to verify and listen to the lecture." Qi Xueming forced a smile uglier than crying, and asked Yang Dongxu to sit down.

Not long after sitting down, he started to wander again. If it is said that he felt fresh about being a primary school student and reminiscing about the past. Now his patience has been exhausted, listening to the podium, how many ducks, how many chickens, how many rabbits, he feels that there are countless Tang monks chanting scriptures in his ears.

Yang Dongxu had just finished class and was about to go out for a walk. He was going crazy in the classroom, but he was called to the office. To be precise, the principal's office.

"Hello, principal." Yang Dongxu greeted the principal when he walked into the principal's office. He casually looked at the simple office and focused on the little old man in front of him.

In this day and age, everyone is getting old very quickly due to the wind and rain. In fact, the soldier and civilian seem to be one year younger than Zhou Yiren, but he looks about the same as a sixty-year-old little old man.

"Yang Dongxu, right? Don't be nervous. I didn't ask you to come here because I was a classmate with your godfather Zhou Yiren, of course a high school classmate. I'm not as smart as him to be admitted to college." The soldier said with a smile : "Your grandpa 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 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 make that choice, not because Yang Dongxu objected.

It's that Yang Dongxu's personality is a bit too independent. He wants Yang Dongxu to get in touch with some peers more than he acts so independent, and to have more classmates and playmates.

But as his most proud student and grandson, Zhou Yiren still couldn't help showing off in front of his old classmates. So I talked a little bit about Yang Dongxu's current knowledge.

"That. Grandpa principal, don't use this one." Yang Dongxu scratched his head and smiled a little silly.

Just kidding, there are several big guys in the same grade who can't do it by themselves. Going to the third grade and not being bullied to death, disagree, firmly disagree.

"Then don't be distracted when you are in class. Although you have learned all these things, you can learn something new by reviewing the past. Your grandpa taught you this idiom, right?"

have to! Waiting for myself here. Yang Dongxu quickly nodded and pretended to be a grandson. Anyway, from his grandfather'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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