Dao Shaohua

At this point, it was decided that Yang Xiuming's spirit would return and he would return home.

There is still half a month to go, times have changed, Yang Xiuming can just wait.

But if you wait, you won't be able to find out the problem, so you have to go to work, Yang Xiuming sighed, and began to practice the military way of killing fist.

Yang Xiuming's military killing fist has been trained to 63 weights, which is unheard of for Fu Xialiang.

Yang Xiuming felt silently, and found that in these few eras, his memory was no longer there, but his instinct was there.

Practicing this martial arts killing fist like crazy, he has a faint feeling that this punch is not easy.

Jumping up, Yang Xiuming came to an open space at home and started punching.

He re-cultivated the military skills he had mastered.

This boxing technique is composed of nine styles, cultivated to the extreme, returning to the basics, simplifying the complex, turning nine boxing into one boxing, this is one level.

Then one punch turned into nine punches, and then turned into one punch, this is double.

Such repeated simple and traditional changes, one level of improvement, each additional level, the power of the military way of killing fist will increase a lot.

Before Yang Xiuming's memory returned, he had completed 63 simple and traditional changes, and he had practiced to 63 repetitions.

He practiced here, one punch, one punch, and finally nine punches combined to complete one weight.

Then come again, one punch becomes nine punches, and once again nine punches are combined to complete the double.

Triple, quadruple, quintuple...

In one breath, Yang Xiuming not only completed his own 63 weights, but also added two more weights, reaching 65 weights.

However, this so-called military killing fist is similar to ordinary boxing techniques such as Taizu Changquan and Tanglangquan in the previous life.

Even 65 Chongtian is ordinary, without any power to break mountains and rivers and change fate against the sky.

When Yang Xiuming was practicing, his elder brother Yang Xiuqing seemed to wake up at night and pass by him.

Yang Xiuqing glanced at the third brother, nodded, and moved on.

Yang Xiuming suddenly withdrew his fist and looked at his elder brother with cold eyes.

At this moment, in Yang Xiuming's dark sense, he was not Yang Xiuqing at all.

In a flash, Yang Xiuming came to Yang Xiuqing and asked coldly:

"who are you?"

Yang Xiuqing was taken aback, and said, "I'm your eldest brother, third brother, what's wrong with you?"

"who are you!"

Yang Xiuming's words were endlessly cold.

Under his persecution, Yang Xiuqing's body suddenly stopped, and she looked over, without any popularity, like a doll.

Said in the doll's mouth:

"Third brother, are you awake?

Very good! "

This is definitely my brother's voice.

Yang Xiuming asked hesitantly, "Brother, what are you?"

"Third son, after I awakened, I have entered the Tibetan Shenzong.

I have succeeded in cultivation, accepted the task, and went out to hide. This is my spouse, and I am here to replace and accompany my family.

Only when you are awakened can I speak to you. "

Yang Xiuming asked slowly: "Brother, when you burned the corpse for me, what was not burned in the sinkhole?"

"A Token of Immortal Qin was finally obtained by the Jiang family."

Yang Xiuming let out a sigh of relief, this is the real big brother.

"Brother, where are you now?"

"Third brother, you can't say it yet. Anyway, just wake up."

After speaking, Yang Xiuqing returned to normal and left slowly.

Yang Xiuming was speechless, it was hard for my sister-in-law...

Early the next morning, the family had breakfast.

Father shouted: "Fourth, hurry up and buy more."

Yang Xiuchun immediately agreed, took the money and ran out.

He ran to the bakery next door and bought a basket of bread.

Then everyone's breakfast is milk and bread.

Yang Xiuming was speechless. The man who made steamed buns at home didn't eat the steamed buns he made, but the bread next door...

But I ate a piece, let alone, it was delicious, indescribably soft and tender, too fragrant.

I'm eating an extra slice.

During the meal, Yang Xiuming observed silently and found something.

Not only was the elder brother absent, but the fourth younger brother and fifth younger sister were also surrogates.

No wonder after the memory came back, I felt that my fourth brother and fifth sister were not as kind as before.

I thought they had grown up and alienated themselves.

It turned out to be fake...

It's just, how old are they, so they joined the Tibetan God Sect?This sect is too thirsty, right?

Only the parents, the second elder brother, his wife, and their children are the real relatives.

Alas, Yang Xiuming let out a long sigh.

In Yinzhou City, the parents and the second elder brother couldn't practice. They didn't expect that they still couldn't practice in the new world.

Always be an ordinary mortal...

The next day, Yang Xiuming got up, let out a sigh of relief, and went to work.

Come to the school, be a glorious physical education teacher, teach the martial art of killing boxing...

Boring and uninteresting.

There are many teachers and students in the school, but they are not related to Yang Xiuming. There are only two people who have a relationship with him.

One is a good friend Zhu Jian, and the other is an old poisonous teacher.

This old guy, did he like to stare at Yang Xiuming and find fault when he reached menopause?

Yang Xiuming wanted to slap her to death!

But hold back.

Back home after get off work, Yang Xiuming shouted:

"Fourth, come here and press my feet.

Fifth, come and rub my shoulders! "

These are not real people, but awesome slaves.

Come over and give me a massage.

The puppets were obedient, and came to serve Yang Xiuming one by one.

It is very comfortable.

After pressing it for a while, Yang Xiuming got up, checked that his father was not there, and asked casually:

"Where's my dad?"

In this world, his father, Yang Xiuming, is called Dad.

The mother replied: "You can still go there, the bakery next door is learning art!"

"Go, call the old thing back, don't do any work at home, go to the bakery every day.

Our family runs a steamed bun shop, if this continues, who will come to our house to buy steamed buns. "

Yang Xiuming thought about it, and went to the neighbor's store.

Next to Yang Xiuming's home, Yang Ji, there is a Julilai cake shop, which specializes in sliced ​​whole wheat bread.

At first the two families competed, but later his father, Yang Dejun, surrendered directly and sent the fourth child to buy bread for breakfast every morning.

Yang Xiuming wandered to Julilai cake shop.

Julilai Bakery is not big, and the owner is an old man who calls himself Mr. Dafang.

A bread seller named Dafang must be very picky.

Sure enough, that's really the master who doesn't wipe out a penny.

Pushing open the storefront, Yang Xiuming walked in.

Sure enough, the old father was here, playing chess with Mr. Dafang.

His face was covered in sweat, his face was red and red, and it looked like he had lost, and he was in a hurry to beat someone.

"Dad, my mother is calling you home for dinner!"

"What's for dinner? What time is it, don't go back!"

Seeing that the old father lost, he was so angry that he wanted to throw the chessboard.

"Dad, this is what you said. I told Mom that you are the one who won't go back!"

Vaguely, Yang Xiuming's words were threatening.

Thinking of his wife's furious appearance, Yang Dejun shuddered.

"Son, come and help me with the next set, I'll go back and have a look."

Yang Xiuming walked over and took a look, chess looks very simple.

"Okay, I'll help you play the next game, you go back quickly, otherwise everyone will have a hard time tonight."

Yang Dejun said goodbye to Mr. Dafang.

Mr. Dafang is a fat old man, not tall, he looks like a birthday boy, he just sneered.

"Go, let me educate your son.

Your family is a stinky chess basket, if you don't clean up you, I'm really sorry for my reputation as a generous chess master. "

The old man is quite crazy!

Yang Xiuming sat down and started playing chess with the old man.

Down and down, Yang Xiuming also started to sweat.

It looks very simple, why is this chess so difficult?

This is to lose!

Yang Xiuming couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Brothers, where are you?"

Immediately Zhang Yue and Fu Xialiang arrived here.

"Help me, I'm going to lose!"

"Brother, you are such a waste, you can't do this?

I'm so ashamed of you for not being able to win even a country old man! "

"Stop talking nonsense, come and help!"

Then, lose!

"Grandpa, give it another shot. I shouldn't have lost. My car didn't go right in the end."

Mr. Dafang laughed loudly and said:

"You cook and love to play, so come again!"