69novels Chapter 33 Sisi's Eight Styles
Chapter 33 Sisi's Eight Styles
Children's world is pure.
Especially for children like Liu Qianqian, who have absolute trust in Chen Lang and have no ulterior motives.
She learned whatever Chen Lang taught her.
She breathes however she's told.
In less than a month.
That special breathing method has become completely integrated into her daily life.
It became an instinct of her body.
She breathes this way all the time—walking, eating, sleeping.
Having more breath control means not only having more stable breath control when singing.
It strengthens the heart and lungs, improves blood circulation, and has many benefits for the body.
Her energy is much greater than before.
When practicing dance, I don't get tired as easily as before.
I sleep very soundly at night and I prefer to stay in bed longer.
After she mastered the breathing technique, Chen Lang began to teach her the second step.
The Eighteen Styles of Langlang.
When Chen Lang unleashed his first move in front of her.
Liu Qianqian became very excited.
This is a million times more fun than those handkerchief-dropping games in kindergarten.
"Little brother, let's be heroes like Brother Jing and Sister Rong!"
She held Chen Lang's hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
He also changed his own name and Chen Lang's name.
"From now on, you will be Lang'er."
"I am Sister Qian."
Chen Lang immediately rolled his eyes.
Seeing his reluctance, Liu Qianqian compromised and settled for second best.
"Then you are Brother Lang, and I am Qian'er."
That's barely acceptable, he nodded.
"Fine, whatever makes you happy."
Chen Lang cleared his throat, put one hand behind his back, and looked like a hermit master.
"Qian'er, listen carefully."
"This palm technique is a unique martial art that I created myself."
"It has a resounding name."
"Call it, the Eighteen Styles of Langlang."
Liu Qianqian clapped enthusiastically.
"It sounds great!"
"It sounds better than the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."
Thus, the lesson officially began.
Chen Lang taught him each move step by step.
To increase the fun, and also to satisfy my own perverse sense of humor.
He gave each move a fancy name.
"Watch closely, this is the first move."
Chen Lang stood firmly with his feet apart, one in front of the other.
He lowered his waist, slowed his movements, and slowly pushed forward with one palm.
The whole movement was powerful and heavy, as if pushing a very heavy car.
"This move is called 'Old Man Pushing the Cart'."
Liu Qianqian followed suit and pushed it out as well.
He was also shouting the names of the moves loudly.
"Old Han pushing a cart!"
Grandma, who was picking vegetables in the living room, heard this and smiled broadly.
"The name of this move is quite descriptive."
Chen Lang chuckled inwardly and struck a second pose.
"Second move, Lone Dragon Strike."
Liu Qianqian imitated it quite well, letting out a "Ha!"
"Lone Dragon Collision!"
Chen Lang was very satisfied and continued teaching.
"The third move: strike directly from the center."
"The fourth technique is as profound as a shallow one."
"The fifth move: Beyond reach of the whip."
"Sixth move: Monkey stealing peaches."
"..."
These are words that, in later generations, would be enough to get the cyber police involved.
In this innocent era, it simply means the most normal literal meaning.
The central palace advances suddenly, with wide and sweeping movements.
The moves are exquisite, but only scratch the surface.
The kicks are like whips, following like shadows.
Grandma and Grandpa watched from the side, nodding repeatedly.
"Hmm, that skill sounds impressive."
Only Chen Lang himself knew the joy that lay within it.
He looked at Liu Qianqian with a serious expression and shouted loudly, "Go straight to the center!"
He could already imagine it.
When my wife grows up...
The graceful and elegant fairy sister was fighting with someone.
She got into position and let out a delicate shout.
"Watch this trick, old fool, back up your car!"
That scene.
It's so beautiful.
……
Compared to Liu Qianqian's rapid progress.
Yao Beina's progress was much slower.
She has to go to school, and after school she has to go to the Children's Palace to practice her voice and piano.
I can only squeeze out a little over an hour each day to practice breathing techniques.
In addition, as I get older, I can't rush adjusting my breathing.
Therefore, progress is slow.
Fortunately, no one was in a hurry.
She practiced this skill mainly so that she could play with her younger siblings more. For her, who had learned breath control from her mother since she was a child, it was optional.
It was the weekend.
Yao Beina watched Chen Lang and Liu Qianqian practicing their moves in the courtyard.
She was still chanting the names of moves she didn't understand but thought were very powerful.
She was incredibly envious.
"Little brother, I want to learn this too."
She pointed to the moves the two were practicing.
Chen Lang stopped and shook his head.
"Sister, you can't learn this."
Yao Beina was somewhat disappointed.
Why?
Chen Lang pulled Yao Beina to sit on the stone bench in the courtyard.
"Sister, you have to go to school, practice the piano, and practice your singing every day. Do you even have time?"
Yao Beina thought for a moment, then her shoulders slumped.
Indeed, her schedule is packed every day.
Even time for watching cartoons has to be squeezed out.
There simply isn't a large chunk of time to learn such complex moves.
Chen Lang glanced to the side, at Liu Qianqian, who was looking at him with a stern face.
The little girl's possessiveness is kicking in again; if I don't make things clear, she'll throw a tantrum.
"Sister, you don't need to learn."
"Once we've learned our skills, we'll protect you."
He had barely finished speaking.
Liu Qianqian ran over with a bright smile, patting her small chest.
"Yes! Sister Bena, we'll protect you!"
Yao Beina looked at the two little ones in front of her.
He was as composed as a little adult.
One of them was acting like an adult, all serious and proper.
The slight disappointment in her heart vanished instantly, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"OK!"
"From now on, I'll rely on you guys to protect me."
After the lights are turned off at night.
Liu Qianqian tossed and turned in bed, finally unable to hold back her question.
"younger brother."
"Um?"
"Why not teach Sister Bena?"
Chen Lang responded immediately without even thinking.
"Because I love my wife the most."
"This is a unique martial art that only the two of us possess, and it will become the family martial art of our Chen family from now on."
Anyway, that's how my cheapskate father taught me; we can't lose family traditions.
Liu Qianqian couldn't suppress the smile on her lips; the joy of being the only one she loved filled her heart.
Sure enough, my younger brother still likes me the most.
She happily rolled over in bed and winked at Chen Lang.
"That……"
"Since it's a skill developed by the two of us, it can't be called the 'Eighteen Forms of Langlang'."
Chen Lang was taken aback; what he said seemed to make sense.
"What's it called?"
Liu Qianqian thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up.
"My name must be in it."
"Let's call it the 'Eighteen Styles of Sisi Langlang'."
"That's great, I've wanted to change it this way for a long time."
"Right, hehe!"
Liu Qianqian was satisfied and leaned over to give Chen Lang a quick kiss on the lips.
Chen Lang smacked his lips; the milky, creamy flavor was quite intoxicating.
"One kiss isn't enough."
"Since it's called the 'Eighteen Styles of Qianqian,' it should involve eighteen kisses."
After saying that, he pouted and kissed her plump little lips.
"It would be reasonable for each of us to take nine times."
Liu Qianqian nodded and leaned in to kiss him while counting.
"Yao... Yao... Yao..."
"Your turn!"
"Po...Po...Po..."
Liu Qianqian wiped her sticky lips from the kisses and giggled.
She nuzzled his head against hers, then closed her eyes contentedly.
Chen Lang gently brushed the hair from her forehead and smiled softly.
Once you figure out her temperament, your wife is actually quite easy to handle.
Little Virgo, won over.