Chapter 105: Kung Fu Kung Fu (3/3, for the happy rewards plus more)

"Hey, it's time to get up!" Yang Lan gathered the curtains, and the slightly dazzling sun shone in, just covering the little girl's small buttocks arched outside the quilt - of course, wrapped in small pants and Pajamas.
There is no movement. It is obvious that there is no way to wake up a sleeping baby. Yang Xiao walked over with a smile, holding her little girl's in her hands, and gently turned her over.
This time, I couldn't sleep, and my eyes were blinded by the sun. I suddenly whispered my mouth and turned over again: "Oh, no, I want to sleep."
Every time I wake up, I get a little up, especially today, Yang Lan also asked her to get up half an hour earlier!
"Isn't that yesterday to say that you have to practice Kung Fu? You also said that you want to see Dad playing with swords!" Yang Lan put it in her daughter's ear and said softly, "You still can't get up, the sun will be sunburned!"
After a while, on the grass in front of the flower shop door, the two figures of the big one and the small were slowly coming.
I wear a cute pink exercise clothes, which is specially customized by Yang Lan. It is different from the ordinary style. Because the weather is hot, the training clothes have been changed into short short sleeves, the little girl is wearing, and the slender is exposed. The arms and slender legs are extraordinarily cool!
I didn’t want to start it at first!
She wants to wear a skirt, but she sees the same white dress as her father’s white dress, and the little guy likes it!
When he came out, Yang took two swords and a steel sword he gave himself. Of course, there was no open front, the other was a small wooden sword, and the other was holding a bottle of washed milk. , drinking sweetly.
I didn't have breakfast in the morning for the practice clothes, but the milk can't help but drink!
"Would you like to see Dad's effort?" Yang Xiaochong laughed.
The mouth of the child also contained a straw for the child's bottle, raised his small head and nodded hard.
"Then you go under the tree, remember, you can't run around, Dad's sword is very powerful! If you come over, brush it, your hair will fall!" Yang Lan scared the little girl.
So beautifully, in order to protect my beautiful hair, of course, I dare not come over. She stood under the tree and drank her grandmother, then licked her big eyes, and she was not willing to marry, want to see her father's effort!
Yang Lan held the sword and stood in the middle of the grass. There was no one around. It was very quiet. He only heard the slight wind blowing the rustling of the leaves, and his expression became serious.
Suddenly, Yang Lan moved, people like Liu and swords like leaves, from the slow, mellow momentum, quickly overto the violent storms invading the general good environment, sometimes waving, sometimes rotating, sometimes prancing, silver bright sword light as if I have to split this space apart...
It was a sudden, sudden rain and rain, and the clouds and rains stopped. Yang Lan held the sword in the same place, as if nothing had happened. The wind still lazily swayed the leaves, causing the light and shadow on the grass to sway.
"How?" Yang Lan smiled and went to her daughter. In fact, he did not have to ask this question.
I saw that I forgot to drink my grandmother. The surprised and admired eyes all told my father the answer.
"Hey! It's very powerful!" He held his baby bottle in his left hand and swayed his right hand. She tried hard to describe, "Bikabi's brother is even more powerful!"
Kabi brother is a small cartoon hero who is often used in the domestic cartoons like Superman and Spiderman, and his father is a famous Kendo martial artist.
Hearing his daughter’s compliment, Yang Xiao smiled and was not sad or happy.
In fact, what is the TV stage? Yang Shuo's real swordsmanship is killing skills, and the sword is out of the way, all the key points! Not at all gorgeous, but none of the young people who lived in Yang Xiaoyu lived down!
Of course, the swordsmanship is too hot and not suitable for children. Therefore, just after Yang Hao gave a performance to the cricket, it was only when he used his talents to perfect his own unique skills, and he was a drunken martial artist who learned the Wudang Eight Immortals, which is considered to be a kind of practical swordsmanship.

I don’t want to learn?
asked Yang Lan.
"Think!" Crisply responded, the little girl looked good and looked good, she never thought, this step, stepping on how daddy is a thief boat...
Of course, for a while, I started to practice under the guidance of my father, and she understood.
"... Learn swordsmanship, you must first understand the sword. We generally call this the sword head. This is the sword, the sword, the blade, the ridge, the blade, the sword, the blade and the sword. Unless you need it, hey, you have to remember, don't use them to point to others!" When Yang Lan began to teach, the expression was very serious. "Hurry up!"
For the first time, I saw my father’s
fierce
appearance. She just wanted to be lazy, but she was immediately discovered by her father. She snorted and she quickly followed her father’s request and stood half-bow.
The little girl was very wronged, but she couldn’t help but complain: "Oh, my legs hurt."
Let a four-year-old girl bow the sword!
Although it is not a zama step, where to eat this kind of suffering, it only wandered in a few seconds.
Although Yang Wei was somewhat distressed, he still walked over and helped to correct his posture. He said half-sternly and semi-gently: "Stand up! Stand for another two minutes!"
To train his daughter, Yang Lan naturally couldn't let the cricket fight as hard as he used to. He lowered the standard and dropped it down to a time when he didn't know whether it had any effect.
But even so, he couldn't hold on, and he started to sway in a moment. She pouted and spoke: "I can't do it, isn't it?"
"There is still a minute, hold on!" Yang Lan found himself under the daughter's spoiled, still can't pretend to be very fierce, he encouraged softly, "Hey is already great! Come on!"
I still have great potential. Don’t look at the swinging, she still tried to stick to the time Dad wants her to persist.
"Great! Hey, you are so surprised to Dad!" Yang Lan did not praise his praise, praised the little girl is a little embarrassed, she felt the strength came up again!
"Next, Dad teaches you the correct gripping posture." Yang Lan looked at her daughter's two hands in the position of the sword, and he lifted the sword in his hand. "First of all, full of hands, you see Dad's hand, The right hand five fingers are shaped like a fist, which is more powerful than the front of the hilt. The sword and the arm are slightly approximate.
The rhetoric of this essay is naturally incomprehensible. It is also necessary for Yang Lan to come forward and teach by hand.
I practiced three bows and taught three sword-holding postures early this morning, but even so, it was tossed for half an hour. After all, it was too small, and the little girl was tired and spoiled to ask her father to go back.
"Hey, when can you be as powerful as you are?" Comfortably squatting on Dad's broad back, he licked her little head, and the ponytails that were fell into Dad's neck.
"This, it's still early! However, as long as you study hard, you will be even more powerful than your father!" Yang Lan smiled and gave her a look.
In fact, the performance of today is still quite satisfying to Yang Hao.
Don't look at her occasional sprinkling, but the little girl is not as squeaky as Yang Lan imagined, as long as Dad gives some encouragement, she can still hold on to her father's required course, and learn very seriously and learn very quickly! It is a very smart little girl!