Eight Young Masters of Yang Family Generals

Early the next morning, when the sky was still bright, Long Xiao woke up the nine apprentices who were still asleep, and taught them their different mental methods, letting them practice on their own.Of course, Long Xiao designed different courses according to each person's physique and understanding before imparting the mental method.

Yang Yanrong had the habit of getting up early and going to bed early, so he wandered outside to watch his juniors practice, then did the eighth set of radio gymnastics, and ran along the yard to do exercises.

Yang Yanping, who was downgraded to the second child, was dissatisfied, and asked: "Master, why doesn't the big brother need to practice with us? Look at him, what is he doing there?"

Long Xiao sighed, with a look of indifference on his face. He was extremely satisfied with this apprentice. Since getting along with Yang Yanrong, although he was often provoked by this traitor, deep in his heart, he was I felt a joy I had never felt before.Although Yang Yanrong's aptitude is not the best, it is the one that pleases him the most.If Yang Yanrong were to trade with his nine apprentices, he would definitely choose Yang Yanrong.

Yang Yanping's question touched Long Xiao's sore spot. Looking at Yang Yanrong, who was running profusely in sweat, Long Xiao's eyes flashed with compassion, and he said in a deep voice, "Let him go, you all practice hard." .”

Seeing that the complaint was unsuccessful, Yang Yanping had no choice but to go back to practice kung fu bitterly, which caused ridicule from all the brothers.

"Yan Rong, what kind of kung fu are you practicing?" Long Xiao walked to Yang Yanrong's side, very curious about this apprentice who had been running away early in the morning.

"Huh..." Yang Yanrong let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Master, you can try it too, and running has many benefits, especially you old people, you have to run often to eliminate excess energy in your body." Fat, enhance endurance and body resistance, so that you can keep energetic every day, eat well, and sleep soundly."

Long Xiao nodded and started to run.

After running around the yard for a few laps, Yang Yanrong kept moving at a constant speed. Long Xiao followed behind him and asked, "Yanrong, how long are you going to run?"

"I won't run after two more laps." Yang Yanrong replied: "I ordered myself to run [-] 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 rippling on her ruddy face.She knew that Brother Yang had always had this habit.After every run, I take a shower.After the Yang family brothers came, they also got infected.So much so that Ke'er always complained that he had to boil a big pot of water every day.However, although she complained in her mouth, she was happy in her heart.

Yang Yanrong nodded and said with a smile: "Our family's Ke'er is good, hehe, I'll wash it later."

Ke'er pursed her lips and smiled, her shining eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, so pure that there was no trace of blemish.

After running the last two laps, Yang Yanrong wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the flushed and breathless master, and couldn't help being speechless, damn it, martial arts masters are powerful.After these ten or so laps, Long Xiao still acted like a normal person, which 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.He went straight to the wine shop that he had inquired about from the waiter in the shop yesterday.

Fortunately, the wine shop is not far away, beside the corner gate outside the Xihua Gate, it is already a standard slum in this area.Ordinary dignitaries seldom set foot here, because it is too dilapidated.It is simply out of tune with the bustling capital city.Yang Yanrong didn't feel very curious either.After all, there are still shanty towns next to the metropolises of later generations.

After inquiring about a breakfast vendor on the side of the road, I realized that the wine shop I was looking for was very remote.Apparently, the waiter of that shop didn't know the exact address, but only knew it was in the Jiaomenzi area.

Passing through several dilapidated alleys, Yang Yanrong finally saw a very simple thatched house, and the faint smell of wine knew that he had found the right place this time.

"Chen's Distillery" was written in four large, sloppy characters on a piece of white cloth that had turned off-white, flying high on a long wooden stake as thick as an arm, and was blown in rows by the morning wind.

Li Shan stepped forward and knocked on the closed bamboo door: "Is anyone there?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from inside the door: "Wait a minute, I'll be here soon."

After a while, the bamboo door opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties came out, looked at the six strange men outside, clasped his fists, and asked, "Guest officers, what's the matter?"

Yang Yanrong saw that this man was wearing a rough linen jacket, although it was simple, it was extremely clean, his face in Chinese characters was full of vicissitudes of life, his eyes were plain without a trace of wave, and he had an indescribable taste of being flattered or humiliated.Yang Yanrong looked at his face and knew that this person had a peaceful nature, and his edges and corners had already been smoothed by life.

Yang Yanrong came out more and more, and Lang said with a smile: "My lord, Yang Yanrong, was lucky enough to know the fine wine made by your workshop. I heard that your workshop is about to close down. I don't know why. So I came to have a look. I beg for your forgiveness for the abruptness."

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Oh, so that's the case. The objective people are guests from afar, please come in and talk about it. Please!"

"I'm bothering you!" Yang Yanrong cupped his hands and led his brothers to file in.The middle-aged man led Yang Yanrong and his party straight into the living room, waited for everyone to sit down, and then said: "The small house is so simple, it made me laugh."

Yang Yanrong said politely: "Where is it? I don't know how to call the shopkeeper?"

The Mid-Autumn Festival man smiled wryly, and said, "What shopkeeper, it will be closed soon. Oh, my surname is Chen, Chen Chong."

Yang Yanrong glanced at him, and asked inexplicably: "Uncle Chen, your wine shop is running well, and the wine is also good, why did you close it?"

Chen Chong sighed, and said: "Business is hard to do, and I'm not good at managing it. I can't do it anymore, so I have to close the door." When Yang Yanrong saw that he hesitated to speak, it was obvious that there was something hard to say. Of course, the other party didn't want to Say, he can't force others, can't he?

At this time, a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old wearing a light blue skirt came in with a pot of tea.Yang Yanrong saw that although she was young, she was as beautiful as a flower, with curved eyebrows, big and energetic eyes, a tall nose, small lips, and a faint smile on her face: Brother, please drink tea." The voice was sweet and pleasant, with a taste of Wu Nong's soft words.Yang Yanrong saw that although she was smiling, there was a look of worry in the corner of her eyes that couldn't be stopped and showed naturally.

"This is the little girl Chen Nan, I'm making fun of you!" Chen Chong waved his hand, and the girl gave a salute safely and then backed away.