Siheyuan: Domineering life

Yi Qiushui is a typical activist.

At dawn, she asked someone to clear out an empty room in the front yard and use it as a training room for her children.

This practice room not only teaches Yang Chengdao, but also Yang Jun's children of appropriate age come to train.

As soon as the news came out, those in Jiuyuan also sent their children over.

It's not that they hope their children will take this path in the future, but they hope to take this opportunity to get involved with Yang Jun's son.

Fools know it.

In the future, Yang Chengdao will inherit the Yang family business. Their generation will not have to worry, so they are making plans for the next generation.

Practicing martial arts with Yang Chengdao, although I don't dare to say what kind of relationship can be achieved, at least we can become familiar with each other. Don't wait until the older generation has withered, and the relationship between the younger generation will also fade. Now that we are young, Cultivate relationships so that you won’t be marginalized when you grow up.

"My wife, just let them do these things. You don't have to do everything yourself."

Seeing Yi Qiushui busy with her big belly and sweat all over her forehead, Yang Jun felt a little distressed.

When Yi Qiushui heard this, she frowned.

He gently touched his belly with his hands and sighed softly.

"Hey, I want to be lazy too, but I can't."

After saying that, he frowned again, and a look of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know what's wrong. I'm always worried about becoming enlightened."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sighed secretly.

At this moment, he could best understand Yi Qiushui's thoughts.

It can be said that the reason why her son has become like this is because of her pampering since childhood. If she hadn't spoiled her son blindly, Yang Chengdao would not be like this.

Of course, Yang Jun is also responsible.

Therefore, he can best understand Yi Qiushui's current feelings.

The reason why I personally arranged the practice room was like trying to pull down that small crooked tree with my own hands.

Although, she also knew that all this was in vain.

However, this could not stop her ardent hope that her son would become a successful child.

"Hey, don't worry too much."

Yang Jun held her arm and asked her to sit on a chair next to her.

Then, he continued,
"It's not me now. I will take more time to discipline the children in the future."

When Yi Qiushui heard this, she pouted and looked at him with a resentful look.

"If you had taken the time to educate your children earlier, enlightenment would not be what it is now."

Yang Jun heard this and apologized quickly.

"It's all my responsibility. I failed to fulfill my responsibility as a father."

"Don't worry, I will educate my children well in the future."

Hearing this, Yi Qiushui's pretty face became rosy.

He held Yang Jun's hand tightly and nodded heavily.

"Husband, I believe you."

Yang Jun also nodded after hearing this.

The two held each other's hands tightly, as if there was a power that convinced them.

Yang Jun held her hand and looked at her.

In so many years, this was the first time that he looked at Yi Qiushui so carefully.

Unexpectedly, this sight shocked him.

The wrinkles that once appeared on my forehead are now very smooth.

The skin is moist and glowing, and it bounces back immediately after being lightly touched.

Looking at her pretty face, Yang Jun couldn't help but kiss her.

"What are you doing? There are so many people."

Yi Qiushui's face turned red and she looked at Yang Jun sheepishly.

"Even if you do...that again, you have to wait until you get back."

After saying that, Yi Qiushui's face turned even redder.

Her shy look stunned Yang Jun for a moment.

Shy women are the most attractive, especially those who look affectionate and affectionate, and are more attractive to men.

"Hey, you have become more beautiful than before."

Yang Jun sighed sincerely.

This was something he said from the bottom of his heart, without any hint of flattery.

"really?"

Hearing this, Yi Qiushui touched her face with one hand, rubbed it slightly, and then said shyly,

"I also feel younger than before during this period."

After saying that, he took Yang Jun's hand and whispered shyly: "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you have been staying with me during this time."

Yi Qiushui knew the functions and effects of Yang Jun's dragon essence and phoenix essence, and she benefited immensely from even such an intimate contact.

This was one of the reasons why she and the group of women competed to serve Yang Jun every day.

There is no woman who doesn’t like young and beautiful people, not to mention they are all very confident in their appearance.

"Haha, now you know my benefits, right?"

Yang Jun took this opportunity to kiss her secretly.

It made Yi Qiushui giggle.

"Hate."

Yi Qiushui said this, but her body honestly hugged Yang Jun's arm tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Honey, the months are getting older and I may not be able to serve you every day. Will you not get used to living without me?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled and said, "Of course."

"Those girls are still young and not as comfortable as you serving them. I will definitely miss having you."

When Yi Qiushui heard this, she punched him shyly.

"You mean, I'm older than them all?"

"I didn't say that."

Yang Jun quickly raised his hands and swore: "I mean, you are gentler and more considerate than them, and you know how to love others. Being with you is a pleasure."

Yi Qiushui said coquettishly: "Of course, we have been husband and wife for more than ten years, so we naturally know how to take care of you better than they do."

"That is, that is, love grows over time."

Yang Jun chuckled.

"Hate."

Then, there is a set of Wind Demon Fist output.

Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui played around for a while, and then asked her to go back to the backyard.

Yang Jun came to the practice room with his hands behind his back and looked at the room carefully.

Sun Zhaocai was shy and was directing the people below him to work with his hands on his hips.

"There should be no clutter in the room, and the floor should be covered with plastic protection."

"Also...clean the bathroom carefully twice."

Yang Jun walked up to him and rolled his eyes at him with his hands behind his back.

When Sun Zhaocai saw Yang Jun, he burst into laughter.

"Hey, Uncle Yang, do you think this arrangement is okay?"

Yang Jun looked around and said calmly: "It's okay."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he curled his lips and said, "Uncle Yang, why is it so difficult to hear you exaggerate?"

"It's obviously very good, how can you say it's okay?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"How old are you, why are you still acting like a child?"

After saying that, he looked him up and down, and then continued: "I just take this opportunity today, let's have a showdown."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, his expression changed with fright and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No...no, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach today. I'd better wait for another day."

"Look at your potential, you're such a coward." Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Hehe, I'm not stupid."

Sun Zhaocai smiled and said: "I can see it. You just want to find an opportunity to beat me up. How could I still hit the muzzle of the gun?"

"Yes, yes, you are so smart."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said quietly: "If I want to beat you up, I don't need a reason."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, his neck shrank in fear.

"You... are not worthy of your name, and it is beneath your status."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sneered and said, "You've made some progress, you've actually learned how to flatter me."

"Hehe, if I don't make any progress, all these years of beatings will be in vain."

Yang Jun glared at him, and then continued: "Don't talk so much."

"I'm going back first. Just keep an eye on this place. The people sent by my elder brother will come over later. Please cooperate."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Uncle Yang, don't worry, I will treat them thoughtfully."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

Then he left the practice room with his hands behind his back.

He first lay on the fishing platform for a while. Seeing that the fish never took the bait, he sighed and then returned to the backyard.

When I came to the backyard, I heard a lot of moaning.

Yang Qingxiang and the others were coaxing their children.

The children didn't want to go to the practice room, so they used all kinds of tricks, such as playing tricks and rolling around. Yang Qingxiang and the others were comforting the children.

Although they were not happy for their children to receive systematic martial arts training, they knew that this was Yang Jun's feeling and they must abide by it.

Since they couldn't change their fate of accepting martial arts training, they could only advise the children to adapt.

Yang Chengdao learned from the past and they didn't want their children to become like that.

As soon as Yang Jun appeared at the door of the living room, the children immediately stopped crying.

A group of children looked at Yang Jun with tears in their eyes, looking like they had been wronged.

Yang Jun held a cigarette in his mouth, sat down at the main seat with his hands behind his back, and sat there as if nothing happened.

Seeing this, Meng Wenya quickly stepped forward and poured him a cup of tea.

"Lao Yang, are you done with the front yard?"

Seeing her fawning look, Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Don't run out of things to say. I advise you to be more sensible and know what you should say and what you shouldn't say."

Meng Wenya heard this and smiled apologetically: "Of course, I have always supported you."

"I very much agree with children practicing martial arts. It can not only strengthen the body but also exercise people's will. Why should I oppose it."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Humph, I guess you are sensible."

Seeing this, Meng Wenya smiled and sat next to Yang Jun.

He took Yang Jun's hand and said: "Old Yang, you know that I have always supported you and listened to your words the most, but..."

She carefully observed Yang Jun's face and saw that there was no change in Yang Jun's face. Then she bravely continued: "Old Yang, you see that the child is still young now, less than four years old. Isn't it a little early to start practicing martial arts? I I’m afraid that their physical development will be affected if they practice martial arts too early.”

When Yang Jun heard this, he blew out a puff of smoke.

He turned his head and looked at him with a cold expression.

Looking at Yang Jun's eyes, Meng Wenya felt her heart tremble.

"Well, if you don't agree, just pretend I didn't say anything."

After saying that, Meng Wenya patted her chest and stood up, looking scared.

Seeing that Yang Jun didn't say anything, he hid aside dejectedly.

Seeing this, the other women knew that begging for mercy would not work, so they simply stayed away from the problem.

At this time, several children still wanted to act out, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they were covered.

If there is trouble at this time, it is conceivable that a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots will be inevitable.

Yang Qingxiang and the others coaxed and pushed the children out of the hall, and then all stood in front of Yang Jun.

Seeing them surrounding him, Yang Jun raised his eyebrows and said,
"What do you mean, preparing for a group fight?"

Huang Yani snorted coldly: "It's good that you know."

"Now I'm issuing a challenge to you. It depends on whether you dare to accept the challenge."

The other women heard the instructions and nodded in agreement.

They all stood there with their arms folded, their noses turned up high, looking provocative. When Yang Jun saw this, he felt his nose heat up and his heart felt hot.

"If you accept the challenge, accept the challenge. Am I still afraid of you?"

Yang Jun threw away the cigarette butt, and the big man with a golden sword sat there, very dissatisfied, and looked like he was going to fight now.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words. Whoever is afraid is a puppy."

"Yes, whoever doesn't come tonight will be a puppy."

All the women ordered to agree.

They could not change the children's fate of practicing martial arts, so they could only demonstrate to Yang Jun in this way.

Yang Jun was not afraid of them, they were just fighting in a group.

Whether they beat themselves up in a group or they beat them up in a group, the result is the same.

"Tonight... the decisive battle will last until dawn..."

Just as Yang Jun was holding a swearing-in meeting, he suddenly saw a nanny walking in hastily.

"Mr. Yang, there's a fight ahead. Go and have a look."

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

"Who was fighting whom? Was it a group fight or a one-on-one fight?"

When the women heard this, they all rolled their eyes at him.

This is too unserious, why are you joking about something between husband and wife?

The nanny didn't know that Yang Jun was discussing with Yang Qingxiang and others whether to fight alone or in a group. Without thinking about it, he said directly,

"Gang fight."

"The masters invited by Master Ma to teach the young master martial arts are beating up Sun Zhaocai."

When Yang Jun heard this, he chuckled, waved his hands and said,

"Well, then it's no big deal."

Sun Zhaocai is usually so crazy that he is worried that no one will teach him a lesson.

it's good now.

The masters that Ma Zhanshan invited to teach boxing all had unique skills and extraordinary skills, so they could teach that guy a lesson, so that he wouldn't think that Yang Jun was the boss every day, and that his second child looked like his nostrils were in the sky.

Unexpectedly, the nanny had a bitter look on her face when she heard this.

"But...the masters are clamoring to leave."

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Then he waved his hands as if he didn't care.

"Hey, why are you walking around and beating people up? I don't blame them."

Yang Jun thought that the masters invited by Ma Zhanshan left because they were afraid that Yang Jun would blame them for beating Sun Zhaocai.

However, when the nanny heard this, her face looked constipated.

"Mr. Yang, you'd better go and see for yourself."

After hearing this, Yang Jun patted his thigh, stood up and said,
"Okay, I want to see if that guy has been beaten into a pig's head."

After saying that, he winked at Nalan Qingmeng and the others, and then went to the front yard with his hands behind his back.

Come to the front yard.

Yang Jun found that it was noisy there, and the door of the practice room was crowded with people, blocking the way.

Most of these spectators were the guards at his house and some nannies in the backyard.

If they couldn't get through the door, they looked in through the windows and exclaimed.

Yang Jun stood at the door and couldn't get in at all.

So, he jumped up, lay on the shoulders of the guards and looked in.

Seeing that it didn't matter, it almost made him happy.

I saw about ten people lying on the ground.

They were all dressed up and looked like they were practicing practitioners, but at the moment, they were lying on the ground, holding their arms and legs and howling non-stop.

In the entire practice room, there was just one person standing there, looking particularly blinking.

Yang Jun took a closer look and found that this person was none other than Sun Zhaocai.

At this moment, this guy is standing there happily.

Looking at the people lying around, their nostrils were pointing upward, looking arrogant.

"Grandma's, there's not a single one that can beat me."

After saying that, Sun Zhaocai made a disdainful look.

The masters lying on the ground dared not speak out about this.

His skills are not as good as others, and his speed of speech is even more contemptible.

They were not injured as seriously as they thought, but none of them got up and continued the group fight.

If you can't defeat more than a dozen people, don't be embarrassed by a few of them.

They pretended to lie on the ground and howled, and no one was willing to get up first.

The guards watching at the door and windows were shouting, and some were whistling.

"It's good to attract wealth. It didn't embarrass us guards."

Some people booed, and others followed suit.

"Lucky, awesome Price."

"Lucky, I'll call you brother from now on."

Facing the crowd's booing, Sun Zhaocai was so awesome that he no longer knew who he was.

"Haha, grandma's, there's not a single one who can beat me...well."

When Sun Zhaocai was about to show off to a group of colleagues, he suddenly saw a figure that frightened him, like a crowing rooster that was suddenly strangled by its neck.

Before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, made a 'thump', and lay straight back.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment.

A few people who were not too concerned about the matter were about to step forward to check, but unexpectedly they saw Sun Zhaocai winking at them.

When they saw this, they seemed to understand something and subconsciously looked back.

"Mr. Yang."

Everyone stood still and respectfully.

Seeing this, Yang Jun slid off a guard angrily.

He glared at them, then coughed dryly and walked in with his hands behind his back.

Arriving in the middle of the practice room, he first looked at the masters who were beaten to the ground, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Then, he walked slowly to Sun Zhaocai.

"Still pretending?"

"Believe it or not, I tied him up and sent him directly to the food station?"

Sun Zhaocai, who was lying on the ground, heard this and knew he couldn't pretend anymore, so he got up from the ground.

Seeing Yang Jun's cold eyes, Sun Zhaocai was so frightened that he quickly stopped talking, touched his arms, scratched his legs, and grinned: "I...I didn't mean to pretend, I'm in pain too."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

However, seeing a faint trace of bloodshot eyes at the corner of Sun Zhaocai's mouth, he knew that Sun Zhaocai was not feeling well either.

After all, these masters were all famous masters invited by Ma Zhanshan, and they still had real skills. Presumably, although Sun Zhaocai won, it was a miserable victory.

Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He was a little disappointed with these so-called 'famous teachers' invited by Ma Zhanshan.

If you can't even do the job for the security guards around you, what qualifications do you have to educate your children?

What's more, he lost the group fight.

Seeing Sun Zhaocai looking like he had done something wrong and feeling frightened, Yang Jun sighed.

"I will reward you with a hundred chicken drumsticks later."

After saying that, he turned around and walked outside.

Yang Jun did not stay to deal with this matter. He knew that the so-called famous teachers lying on the ground did not want him to stay.

If they can't even defeat a guard next to them, how can they have the dignity to stay and teach their children?

Each other should save some face for each other, so as not to make the atmosphere tense.

Sun Zhaocai here was also confused when he heard this.

Yang Jun asked him to entertain these famous teachers, but he punished them before they even started teaching.

I thought Yang Jun would scold him, but instead of scolding him, Yang Jun rewarded him with a hundred chicken legs.

"Hey, thank you, Uncle Yang."

Smiling, smiling, his face suddenly turned stiff.

"A hundred chicken legs?"

Sun Zhaocai smacked his lips and said: "Although I am a big rice cook, I can't finish it."

……

Back in the backyard, Yang Jun sat there with a disappointed look on his face.

Yang Qingxiang and the others sat there with happy faces.

They must have heard about such a big thing happening in the front yard.

After something like this happened, Yang Jun would naturally not use those wine bags and rice bags anymore. Even if Yang Jun didn't mind, those so-called 'famous teachers' probably wouldn't have the face to stay.

"Hey, it seems that traditional martial arts is really going to decline."

Yang Jun sat there and sighed.

He was not angry at meeting these losers, but was disappointed with the decline of national martial arts.

The traditional martial arts has been passed down to this day, but it is just a showpiece without much practical ability.

Originally, he thought that he would like to invite some famous martial arts masters to teach his children so that they could feel the power of martial arts.

But now it seems.

Traditional martial arts can no longer adapt to the current environment.

The decline of national martial arts is not entirely due to them. It has many connections with changes in the general environment.

In peaceful times, killing techniques are no longer suitable for the development of the current era. Even if there are some international martial arts competitions, they are only for viewing.

It is impossible to learn real Kung Fu.

Even if Yang Jun personally teaches them kung fu, he probably won't be able to teach them real kung fu masters.

Yang Jun's Kung Fu was all honed on the battlefield. It was tested by blood and tears. Therefore, even if he taught it in person, it lacked real battlefield training and could not teach real Kung Fu.

"It's just, it's just that traditional martial arts doesn't work anymore."

When the girls heard what Yang Jun said, their faces were filled with joy.

A group of women cheered and surrounded him.

"Lao Yang, since they can't learn real kung fu, instead of letting the children waste their time, it's better to let them focus on studying, what do you think?"

After Huang Yani finished speaking, she looked at Yang Jun expectantly.

They felt that an opportunity had come. Seeing that Yang Jun was disappointed with traditional martial arts, they felt that their children no longer needed to learn kung fu.

A group of women looked at Yang Jun with eager faces.

As long as Yang Jun lets go, their children will not have to suffer these crimes.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Then, he lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Traditional kung fu is no longer good, but don't I still have to do it?"

After saying that, Yang Jun glanced at them meaningfully and said quietly: "What do you think of my kung fu?"

When the girls heard this, they pursed their lips and said nothing.

They have the most say in Yang Jun's martial arts.

Whether it's real Kung Fu or Kung Fu on a five-foot board, there's nothing to say.

If Yang Jun's kung fu was not good, then there would be no use for real kung fu in this world.

"Hey, Lao Yang, your kung fu is beyond words."

Meng Wenya hugged Yang Jun's arm and said coquettishly: "We sisters all admire your kung fu. How about...you teach us first. As for the children...hehe."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"I want to teach you Kung Fu, and I also want to teach the children Kung Fu."

"what?"

When all the women heard this, they all let out cooing sounds, with expressions of dissatisfaction on their faces.

When Yang Jun saw this, he was very funny and sighed deliberately,
"Hey, life is hard."

"I will teach the children kung fu during the day, and I will teach you at night. I owe you all my life."

"Hate."

All the women rolled their eyes.