The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Even Lian Jiazi may not win Yang Dongxu in a short time, let alone this young man. When the other party rushed up in anger, Du Fei didn't even make a move. Yang Dongxu made him fall to the ground with his brothers, but the distance to the ground was a little far away from his brothers.

"Hey, where do you live? I'll take you home." Zhuo Qing'er, who was still a little sober after being pestered by the young man, was hugged by Yang Dongxu. , actually closed his eyes. Yang Dongxu couldn't help shaking the other party.

This moment Zhuo Qing'er woke up, but the next moment she pushed Yang Dongxu away with a vomit sound and ran to the side to vomit. Seeing that there was no root under Zhuo Qing'er's feet, and he almost fell headlong on the things he vomited, he still couldn't help but walked over to support him with a look of disgust.

He retched for a while, and when he turned around, Zhuo Qing'er lay in Yang Dongxu's arms again. Fortunately, Yang Dongxu was quick to block the opponent with his arm, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the opponent's mouth.

Zhuo Qing'er had a ponytail and no hair in front of her forehead, otherwise she must have stained something when she vomited just now, and she flicked Yang Dongxu's face like this.

"What are you still standing there looking at, drive the car over here." Seeing Du Fei watching the excitement with his arms folded, Yang Dongxu glared at him.

Holding Zhuo Qing'er with his arm all the time, Yang Dongxu opened the other's bag with the other hand, rummaged through and found that he was thinking too much. How is it possible that everyone carries a mobile phone with them these days, there is a very fashionable BB machine, but unfortunately it is out of battery.

"Hey, don't sleep, where is your home? I'll take you home." Seeing Zhuo Qing'er lying in his arms like this, Yang Dongxu shook him a few more times, this time Zhuo Qing'er didn't Throwing up, but no other response.

"Where are you going?" Du Fei asked after seeing Yang Dongxu help Zhuo Qing'er to sit on the back seat.

"Go home." Seeing Zhuo Qing'er stumbling around, Yang Dongxu replied.

Yang Dongxu didn't want to stay in a hotel, but he didn't feel at ease leaving such a drunk girl alone in the hotel, so he just took it home. Go back and ask Mama Cui to make her a bowl of hangover soup to see if she can wake up earlier, if she can't wake up, then wait for her to wake up tomorrow, where to go back and forth.

"vomit"

As soon as the car started, Zhuo Qing'er retched again.

"Spit it out, don't spit in the car, don't spit on me, or I'll just throw you down." Although Yang Dongxu has no cleanliness, the smell of a drunk person is really unflattering, even if he is drunk is a beauty.

Fortunately, Zhuo Qing'er just retched, there was no tendency to vomit, she changed her head position on the back seat and fell asleep again as if her breath was smooth.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when I got home, Zhou Ya didn't come back, she was going to sleep with her mother today, after resting for a while, the mother and daughter seemed to have a lot to talk about.

Sister Hongying and aunt had already fallen asleep, and when she came back, she saw that the lights in Cui Ma and Aunt Hua's room were still on, and heard the movement outside, Cui Ma came out with her clothes on.

Yang Dongxu quickly said: "After Du Fei and I have eaten outside, you should stop busy and sleep with the light on."

"I'll tidy up the guest room. The quilt is prone to dust when no one uses it for a long time. You don't know where it is when you put it away in the sun." Seeing Yang Dongxu hugging a drunk girl, Cui's mother glanced at Du Fei. Shaking his head to catch the trace.

Glancing at Zhuo Qing'er in his arms, it must be inconvenient for a man to take care of her by himself, Yang Dongxu nodded: "That's fine."

Half hugging Zhuo Qing'er and waiting for Mama Cui to make the bed, Yang Dongxu threw her on the bed directly.

"It doesn't weigh more than a hundred catties, why does it feel heavy when holding someone alone." After leaving Zhuo Qing'er behind, Yang Dongxu poured a glass of water and drank it down.

"Young master, go to bed. Sister Cui and I can take care of you here." Aunt Hua came in from the outside with a basin of hot water.

"Clean up the business and go to bed early." Seeing that there was really nothing he could help, Yang Dongxu nodded and turned to go out.

"I'll wash your feet." Aunt Hua thought of something and quickly put down the washbasin in her hand.

"No need, the hot water is in the kitchen, right? I'll do it myself. I have hands and feet and I can make it myself." Yang Dongxu waved his hand to signal Aunt Hua not to be busy with her.

"Sitting on the coal stove in the kitchen."

When the courtyard was redecorated, gas pipes were installed, but Aunt Hua and Mama Cui are used to installing a coal stove in winter, so that they can sit on it with hot water at night and in the morning, without the trouble of re-burning.

"Okay, just tidy her up, you can go to bed after you're done, it's not too early." Yang Dongxu said.

When he came to the yard, he took a look at Mr. Xuan's room, then at Mr. Yi and Xiao Hutou's room, and found that they hadn't been woken up. Yang Dongxu found his footbasin and went to the kitchen to get a basin of footwashing water.

After washing my feet, I casually took a book from the bookshelf and took it to the bedroom. I felt a little sleepy without even reading a few pages with the light on.

Yang Dongxu opened his eyes early the next morning. The habit he developed from practicing martial arts since he was a child made him wake up as soon as he arrived. Can have a comfortable bed.

But after a while, the sound of the little tiger's head humming and haha ​​was heard in the yard. After closing his eyes and brewing for a while, he still couldn't fall asleep, so Yang Dongxu simply got up.

Since Yang Dongxu likes to say that Yang Dongxu has made a small achievement in internal strength, he has not insisted on the daily practice of kung fu. In his words, with Yang Dongxu's character of stretching his legs and moving his legs lazily, it is impossible to reach the realm of a martial arts master in this life.

So now that the foundation has been laid, it is up to Yang Dongxu to practice or not in the future, he is not asking for anything.

And Yang Dongxu has practiced kung fu for so many years, but he still doesn't fly over the wall, or floats on the water with iron palms. During duel practice, he is often beaten by Du Suo and Jie Chengwu, even Du Fei can't beat him when he is serious.

I have long since given up my dream of being a martial arts hero, and my current fists and feet are more than enough than the top, and since I can't reach the peak even if I study hard, there is no need to work so hard. So in his opinion, the current practice has more purpose of keeping in good health.

But it seems a little too early to start health preservation at the age of eighteen, so he basically fishes for two days and spends three days drying the net for practicing. However, because of his internal energy, he can practice while lying on the bed. But never fell.

"Big slacker, I will definitely defeat you." Yawning, he opened the door and came out. The little tiger head, who was striding in the yard, waved his fists at Yang Dongxu in demonstration.

As a result, Yang Dongxu hadn't responded to him yet, and Du Fei next to him kicked him directly. All the anger he had held back just now dissipated, and he had to start again.

So the little tiger head who had held his breath again had no choice but to close his mouth and attack Yang Dongxu with his eyes. Being provoked by a little kid, Yang Dongxu raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a wicked smile.

He didn't fight back immediately, but stared at it for about half a minute. After the little tiger's head regained his breath, he rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, come on, you little brat, come and fight me for three hundred minutes. A slap can almost slap you against the wall."

Such mocking words made Xiaohutou unbearable in the first place, and with the addition of Yang Dongxu's unbearable appearance, Xiaohutou still remembered Du Fei's warning next to him, "I slap me"

Snapped!

It was indeed a slap, as soon as Xiaohu opened his mouth, he regained his breath, and Du Fei slapped him directly on the back of the head.

After teaching Xiao Hutou a lesson, and helping him straighten his posture and regain his breath, Du Fei glanced at Yang Dongxu with an expression as if he was trying to repel flies.

If Yang Dongxu's talent in martial arts is mediocre, then Xiaohutou's talent is definitely top-notch. So even though Lord Xuan didn't put as much effort into laying the foundation for him like he did with Yang Dongxu, the little tiger head who is still a little late in martial arts has made rapid progress.

However, Master Xuan did not accept him as an apprentice, but gave him advice from time to time as a teacher. Little Tiger's martial arts teachers are Du Suo, Jie Chengwu and Du Fei.

It was not easy to meet an apprentice with such a good talent in martial arts. The three of them taught with great care, and really treated Xiao Hutou as a personal disciple. So when he saw that his obedient apprentice held his breath and was disturbed by a bad example of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, Du Fei naturally had a bad face.

"I'm practicing his resistance to external interference." Yang Dongxu didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said plausibly.

Du Fei didn't speak, and cast another glance at Yang Dongxu. How disgusted and disgusted that look was.

Seeing that Du Fei seemed to be about to make a move, Yang Dongxu, who didn't think much about exercising his muscles in the morning, just put oil on his feet and slipped away.

Brushing teeth by the well in the yard with a tea mug, the door of the west wing opened, and a head poked out stealthily, first looked left and right, and found no one Zhuo Qing'er was relieved, and cautiously slipped out of the door .

"Is this your professional habit?" Seeing Zhuo Qing'er's appearance, Yang Dongxu, whose mouth was still full of froth, couldn't help asking.

Zhuo Qing'er, who had just come out of the door, was startled when she heard the voice. Following the voice, she found that it was Yang Dongxu, and her face instantly turned angry: "What did you do to me last night?"

Woke up early in the morning and found that he was sleeping in a strange place, and more importantly, his clothes had been taken off by someone. Zhuo Qing'er blew up in an instant. He heard that someone was practicing martial arts, but now it disappeared again. Voice, she also wanted to quietly investigate where this was, but in the end she met the real master directly.

"I've done everything that needs to be done." Yang Dongxu took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth, then wiped his mouth with the towel, looking at Zhuo Qing'er with raised eyebrows and an unscrupulous youth.

"You?" Zhuo Qing'er subconsciously took a step back and grabbed the clothes on her chest.

"Who is she?" Aunt Ran Feifei came out of her room.

After living in the big courtyard house, Ran Feifei would not sleep until the sun was up, but she would never get up so early either. But it turned out that after learning the aerobics taught by Master Xuan from Zhou Ya, she worked as hard as the little tiger head who practiced martial arts. She didn't stay up late every day and got up early to exercise in the yard for half an hour. Recently, her sister Hong Ying also joined the ranks.