Six Realms Office

Chapter 16 Yang Shouren's Concession!

Cheng Haiyao's stern attitude was within Yang Qingyu's expectation, the little girl didn't make a fuss, but just whispered: "I knew it, you won't let me learn."

Hearing Yang Qingyu's tone, Cheng Haiyao hesitated, and his face softened a little: "It's for your own good too."

"What kind of martial arts do girls practice? Besides, in today's society, it is illegal for you to beat someone. There is no need for martial arts practitioners anymore."

"That can also be used for self-defense, what if you encounter a pervert?"

Cheng Haiyao glanced at Yang Qingyu: "With your personality, if I really practice martial arts for you, will you beat others?"

"Qingyu, this is for your own good. You want to be a lady and take over my company in the future. Besides, you are in the first year of high school. In addition, there are three years before the college entrance examination this year. If you can't get into a good school, Then there is no higher education."

"In today's society, it is difficult for you to move forward without a degree. Many excellent jobs require the support of a degree. In many cases, you may have met the rest of the recruitment requirements, but you lack the last degree. In the end, you are not selected. You can't hold it back. Hold your breath?"

"Practicing martial arts at this time will only waste your studies, and it will take a lot of time, absolutely not."

Yang Qingyu curled her lips, clenched and clenched the fist in her hand, and finally let it go slowly.

Seeing her daughter like this, Cheng Haiyao felt relieved, this is fine, there is no need to practice martial arts or something.

"Why do I feel like I'm encouraging children to do bad things?"

After listening to Cheng Haiyao's words, Chen Yuan was a little dumbfounded, after all this, it seemed that he had become himself.

What the other party said is indeed what every parent would say, especially this kind of semi-elite family, which pays more attention to their children's learning.Because they started from scratch, they hope that this foundation will not be lost, so they need to cultivate excellent successors.

"It's really understandable for her to say that."

Chen Yuan secretly thought, indeed, in this society, force can no longer achieve everything. Except for some real masters, the rest of the low-level martial arts have declined. Even if they are learning martial arts, people are more willing to learn things like Taekwondo , Few people have gone to learn the time-consuming and laborious martial arts.

Because it takes so long to learn things, it is actually no match for Taekwondo, Muay Thai and other short months of practice. In this comparison, in the fast-paced modern society, Chinese martial arts naturally have no place.

This is still the case with Chinese martial arts, not to mention the ancient martial arts that are above it.

Chen Yuan guessed that there should not be more than ten real ancient martial arts masters in China, or even ancient martial arts masters.

The entire China has a population of more than one billion, and the real ancient martial arts masters are no more than the number of hands, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

Of course, there should be more masters of the national art style, not so rare.

Chen Yuan withdrew his supernatural powers. At this time, the conversation between Cheng Haiyao and Yang Qingyu's mother and daughter had ended. Cheng Haiyao came out of the side room and glanced at Chen Yuan. This time, she didn't frown, and her expression softened slightly. He stopped talking, but still said: "Dad, do you want Qingyu to practice martial arts?"

Mr. Yang glanced at Cheng Haiyao, but said nothing.Cheng Haiyao pursed her lips and sighed: "Dad, now is the important time for Haiyao to study. Practicing martial arts will distract her. If she doesn't get into a good university, everything before will be in vain."

"dad"

Mr. Yang squinted his eyes, finally sighed, and took a sip of tea helplessly. At this time, this excellent Biluochun had gradually begun to cool down.

"Is that so, does practicing martial arts have no future?"

Cheng Haiyao's heart skipped a beat, this is going to be bad, the old man started thinking about how to make Qingyu practice martial arts again.

"Is that what you mean?"

"No, Dad, I meant to say"

When Mr. Yang waved his hand, Cheng Haiyao's heart sank.

"No, I have to call Jingnian back as soon as possible, the old man has started to make up his mind again."

Cheng Haiyao gritted her teeth, at this moment, old man Yang Shouren said suddenly: "Then forget it."

"Um, eh?"

Cheng Haiyao was taken aback for a moment, quite unbelievable.

Looking at these two people, Chen Yuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this kind of family looks harmonious on the surface, but in fact, hidden dangers have already been planted.

If Mr. Yang had been tougher just now, I am afraid Cheng Haiyao would have to go all out.

When Yang Qingyu heard this, she became a little anxious. From the little girl's point of view, grandpa would definitely think of a way, but who knew that he would just let it go.

She looked at Chen Yuan for help, but made Chen Yuan a little dumbfounded.

"How do I feel that this entrustment is so similar to family mediation, no wonder it is a D-rank."

Chen Yuan spread his hands, indicating that he can't interfere now.

"This is your family business, I can't get involved."

Chen Yuan's voice suddenly sounded in Yang Qingyu's mind, and the little girl was startled, and then saw Chen Yuan's lips squirming slightly, she immediately opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Is this the sound transmission in the martial arts novel?"

Yang Qingyu became excited, and felt an impulse at the same time, this is martial arts, real martial arts!
It's not the show of those so-called "masters", nor the "dancing skills" of those who claim to be "masters". This is real hard work!

Even a little fantasy!
Seeing the little girl's expression, Chen Yuan gave himself a compliment in his heart.

"It ignites the passion of the little guy, this pretense is still okay."

Chen Yuan knew that Yang Shouren's biggest target was his 12-year-old grandson Yang Qingshu. This age was the best time to practice martial arts. Yang Qingyu was a bit older. At 16, his bones were about to take shape. It could be said that he was stuck on the edge of a critical time.

Cheng Haiyao was a little embarrassed, the sudden change in the old man's attitude made her a little bit overwhelmed, and it took a while for her to recover, and she was shocked in her heart.

"You won't let Qingyu practice martial arts?"

Yang Shouren waved his hand: "Don't practice, what to practice, you don't mean that, why should I feel uncomfortable?"

"It's reasonable for a little girl to go to school. It's not easy for you to be a parent. Although I look down on this kind of education, I still respect your opinions."

"Since you all want this kind of martial arts to disappear, then... there is no need for it to exist."

Cheng Haiyao didn't know how to respond, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "Dad, thank you for your understanding."

"I have something else to do, so I won't bother you."

She nodded to Mr. Yang and Chen Yuan, and then left the courtyard.

"Clear rain."

Chen Yuan suddenly spoke, and Yang Qingyu pouted, looking sullen.

"Do you really want to learn martial arts?"

"Ok!"

Chen Yuan nodded, and suddenly smiled at Mr. Yang.

Yang Shouren was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, and he sighed, "No wonder you didn't speak just now. It turned out to be like this, but you took advantage of it."

"Who said that the Yang style Tai Chi I taught is still your martial art."

(End of this chapter)