Chunjing Hutong, Zhao Mansion.

Two days later, Wu Shilai came here in person and told Zhao Hao that he had become angry with Mr. Xu and promised that no one would harasse their lives in the future.

Only then did Zhao Hao feel completely relieved, he picked up the poem paper from the table, smiled at Wu Shilai and said, "Uncle, the poem you want has been written."

Wu Shilai took it and saw that he was so full of twenty or thirty words that he could not help but exclaim: "I'm so hard this time."

"Uncle has worked so hard, can we not give you enough?" Zhao Hao smiled embarrassedly, thinking that if I had been in the evening for another half a year, I could give you seventy words.

Wu Shilai shook his head and started to recite, but after half of his recitation, he stopped embarrassedly and said, "My dear nephew will definitely be able to hand in the job this time."

"That's good." Zhao Hao nodded with a smile, thinking to himself how could he not be able to make a bad deal?

This is a masterpiece by the leader of the King to celebrate the glorious retirement of Mr. Xu.

When it comes to shameless praise, who has never lost to the leader of the Wang League?

~~

After seeing off the satisfied Wu Shilai, the big rock in Zhao Hao's heart fell completely. He felt a sense of ease all over his body, as if he had endless strength.

He wanted to find someone to play, but his father was invited to attend the literary meeting again.

Sanyang also ran out early in the morning, not knowing what he was doing in the mysterious secret.

Zhao Shizhen's mind was full of learning and had no meaning at all.

Zhao Hao had no choice but to say to Gao Wu, who was supervising the training: "Brother Gao, have you any ideas when you talked to you that day? Is there any way to be relaxed and strengthen your body?"

When Gao Wu heard this, he showed his expression, and said three words:

"Ba Duan Jin..."

"Good idea." Zhao Hao was overjoyed when he heard this. He didn't expect that this set of martial arts, which is similar to radio gymnastics, would be available now.

Seeing that the young master was interested, Gao Wu was also very happy, but he was still worried and said, "Young Master, although this technique is simple, it also requires perseverance. It is useless to fish for three days and dry the net for two days."

"Don't worry, I either don't practice, or I will stick to it to the end." Zhao Hao thought to myself, how many times did this workplace exercise in my previous life, what's the difficulty of persevering it?

"Okay!" Gao Wu was overjoyed and took off his single clothes, revealing his knotty muscles, and started preparing for activities.

After finishing things, he said in a muffled voice: "Let's demonstrate it to the young master."

At this moment, the men in Caijiaxiang came to an end in their training and sat there basking in the sun and resting.

They surrounded them when they heard this, and they all wanted to see what kind of martial arts Brother Gao had prepared for the young master.

"Young Master, please take a look. The first move is to lift the earth and support the three burners of the heavenly law!" Then he saw that the eldest brother stood up without 8, sinking his shoulders and lowering his energy, and guarding his dantian. Then he lifted his fists to his waist, turned into palms, and then lifted them over the top of his head.

Then I will close my palm again, and this move should be over... Zhao Hao said secretly with the mentality of an experienced player.

Unexpectedly, Brother Gao continued to lower his waist, pressed his palms to the ground, turned his wrist and palms upward, lifted it to his jaw, and then turned his wrist and stretched it upward to the top of his head.

Zhao Hao thought to himself, hey, it's different, this adds a lot of difficulty...

But probably gritting your teeth and you can still eat it.

"The second style, the left and right bows look like a shooting eagle..."

Unexpectedly, the next few moves were getting bigger and bigger than the Ba Duan Jin that Zhao Hao remembered. When the seventh move, "Take both hands to remove the heart fire", everyone saw Gao Wu pulling his left foot to the top of his head with both hands, and a single-legged golden rooster stands alone, with his legs in a straight line, standing straight there!

"Okay!" The men couldn't help but cheered.

Zhao Hao's little face turned green. Shouldn't he "shake his head and tail to remove the heart fire?" How did he become "moving his hands to remove the heart fire"?

How could this be a workplace? Is this just serious martial arts good?

While feeling guilty, he didn't even notice how the eighth style "Seven Seven Diseases Eliminate" was practiced...

After hearing Brother Gao’s repaid, he introduced to Zhao Hao in a muffled voice: “This Eight-Duan Jin from the Yue Family was passed down from Grandpa Yu, saying that it was passed down by Grandpa Yue Wumu, also called pulling off the tendons…”

"Tear the broken tendons..." Zhao Hao's mouth twitched involuntarily. Actually, I just wanted to practice Baduan Jin. Should I play so big?

But so many people are watching, and the two nephews are there, how can I escape at the last minute, who is my uncle?

Otherwise, how can I discipline him in the future?

He explained intently that the eight-duan brocade he wanted to practice was a soft, brocade-like technique, but Gao Wu, who could not beat a stick on his usual eight sticks, had those choking words now:

"This is the simplest boxing technique. No matter how easy it is, it is useless to practice it..."

"Uh, okay..." Zhao Hao couldn't discuss it now. He had to grit his teeth and said cruelly: "I'll practice it."

You can’t lose face without losing anything. How valuable is Mr. Zhao’s face now?

"Okay, let's use a thousand clenchers to help the young master stretch his muscles and bones before he can formally practice boxing." Gao Wu put on his jacket and said with his hands moving his fingers.

"What the hell is it that a thousand clasps?" Zhao Hao felt that he was being tricked by the seemingly loyal tall brother.

~~

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ahhhh, I can't stand it anymore..."

In the Zhao family courtyard, Mr. Zhao's painful screams rang out.

It was Gao Wu who was helping him clench his legs and stretch his muscles. It was too cold outside, so the two of them changed to the outside.

Brother Gao asked Zhao Hao to sit on the kang, hold his left leg with one hand, and stretch it upwards.

"Young Master, be patient. It hurts the first time, and you will..."

"Don't it hurt?"

Gao Wu meticulously stretched Zhao Hao's hamstrings, and after a while, he continued, "No, you're getting used to it."

"Stop, don't, I feel like I'm having a bad time..."

Zhao Hao's nose was so painful that he had snot fallen. He clasped his mattress tightly with his hands, begging for mercy in tears:

"Brother Gao, please spare me, I'm still a child..."

"The younger you are in the practice, the better..." Gao Wu was unmoved and said for a while: "After you taste the sweetness, the young master will become addicted."

"I'm not a masochist, it hurts, it hurts so much that it hurts me..."

Zhao Hao's screams came outside the house, causing the men who were training in the yard to look at each other. He thought to himself that Brother Gao would not make the young master look like a little bit, right?

However, Zhao Shixi felt that his resentment was much more pleasurable... It turned out that King Yan Zhao was so rude to him, and it was reasonable to be ruthless to me.

~~

When Sanyang returned home, Gao Wu had just stretched his muscles for Zhao Hao and went out to serve the soup for the young master.

When the three of them entered the house, they saw the master lying on the kang with a boneless tragic look. They were all shocked.

"Oh, Master, how did you do this?" Wang Wuyang hurried over and helped his master up and sorted out his scattered hair.

"Brother Gao stretched my muscles just now, and I almost fainted from the pain." Zhao Hao wiped the tears on his face, hoping that the students could share the same hatred.

Unexpectedly, the three of them said in unison: "Master, this is a good thing!"

"A good thing?" Zhao Hao was stunned.

"The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic says, 'The bones are straight and the muscles are soft, and the qi and blood flow naturally. The tendons grow by an inch, and their lifespan will last for ten years.'" Then Wang Dingjue explained: "If Uncle Gao insists on helping you stretch your muscles, your master can stay away from all diseases and live a hundred years of life!"

"And also have clever ears and eyes, and are full of energy." The eldest brother added.

"In the future, the master will not be afraid of marrying a few houses..." The second senior brother also added, and after saying that, he quickly smiled and said, "Of course, the master is not afraid of not practicing!"

"So many benefits?" Otherwise, how could you say it, you still have to say it? After Sanyang broke up like this, Zhao Hao felt that his tendons were no longer hurting and his legs were no longer sore. He regained his fighting spirit: "Then do it every day!"
Chapter completed!