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Mo Weicheng hasn’t come back yet, and Fang Ling said that he went to some party. He won’t come back until late. Mo Xiaocheng is idle, but his brother Mo Weicheng seems to have drawn a "On Family Boxing" from the shelf.
It’s not as big as primary school Chinese, and it’s only thirty or forty pages. He immediately became interested. Why don’t you seem to have never heard of such a thing?
Looking directly at MoXiao City, he noticed that there was "MoWei City"
"It is no wonder that China has never heard of such a brother." Mo Xiaocheng murmured.
There are also Chinese and English in the translation. Chinese is the main translation, and there are several pages and illustrations. From the beginning, Mo Xiaocheng rarely has the opportunity to get in touch with his brother’s views on family boxing.
"I think there are two kinds of martial arts in heaven, that is, away from home …" This is the first sentence.
Mo Xiaocheng has not read much attentively, but it is quite abstruse. People who can’t understand it still can’t understand it. This is similar to Mo Weicheng’s dictation. He mainly talks about his views on family boxing in a broad sense.
Like Mowei City, there are not many martial arts practitioners who are really one in a million, and his views on family boxing are very unique and in place. Even Moxiao City has benefited a lot from reading it. He has never thought that there is a kind of enlightenment now.
He looked at every sentence carefully, and he thought about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his brother had really practiced boxing at home. He was far from it.
This "On Family Boxing" is not a secret book, and it is not the most famous one. Even if it is a paper on boxing, the paper is meaningful. As far as Mo Weicheng is concerned, he has been practicing martial arts for more than ten or twenty years, and his physical state has reached the peak of his strength. He is a martial arts treasure, and his thoughts and experiences can be written in a thick book.
Looking at it, three hours passed unconsciously, and the room was very quiet. Mo Xiaocheng was so absorbed in reading that he didn’t feel the passage until Fang Ling knocked at the door and came in. He didn’t know that he had been in his room for more than three hours.
"Don’t go to rest after night?" Fang Ling laughed
Mo Xiaocheng asked, "Why hasn’t my brother come back yet?" He looked at the clock on the eye wall and said, "It’s almost ten o’clock now. Is my brother not coming back tonight?"
Fang Ling nodded. "Well, your brother called just now and said that there are things that haven’t been disposed of and he won’t come back tonight."
Mowei City seldom stays out at night unless it is urgent. Moxiao City is curious, but he is not the kind of diviner. He nodded slightly and said nothing.
When he returned to his room, Mo Xiaocheng was still thinking about "On Family Boxing". He didn’t understand it, but there were some opinions. He and his brother were different and had differences. When his brother came back, he had to communicate well.
Chapter three hundred and twenty Encounter
If you have different views, people will have different views, and so will martial arts. Although Moxiao City and Mowei City are two brothers, they will have different views on the same thing. This is normal, and the two brothers have been separated for seven years, which is almost an age apart. Where do they have different understandings of people and things in many aspects?
There are many opinions and sayings in this "On Family Boxing" that make Mo Xiaocheng look refreshing, but his martial arts realm is not low, just a layer lower than that of Mo Weicheng.
He sat on the bed thinking about the past, the present and the future. It’s been more than a month and almost two months since he came to the United States. Apart from winning the championship in the Los Angeles Wushu Competition and killing Feng Jing, he went to England with Amanda the other day to attend the engagement ceremony of British Princess Arisha and compared the sword with Aaron, which adds up to three things. Besides, he spent most of his time practicing martial arts in the martial arts school.
This is different from what he imagined. He wants to come to the United States, which is a big place with many masters. He came here to exchange experiences with masters from all over the world and then break through to the realm of Dandao in one fell swoop. Now, although he has seen many masters, they are all masters of the museum. Although their martial arts are high, they will not easily compete with others because they are famous local boxers, but they are not themselves, but a signboard. If he loses in the competition, it will have a great impact on their names, which will reduce the impression of his disciples on them and the business of the martial arts museum will also be reduced …
A door-to-door challenge in Mowei City has already made them lose a lot of face. Now they say that if someone challenges them, they will not fight if they are not sure to win.
Mo Xiaocheng naturally knows this truth, and he will become a master even if he specially challenges the door.
Don’t think too much about sleeping in MoXiao City, take it one step at a time, he thought to himself.
In the past few days, Moxiao City didn’t go anywhere. My brother in the martial arts school served as the master of Mowei City.
Mowei City is very busy these days, leaving early and returning late, and sometimes staying up all night. However, people in Mowei City don’t say that Moxiao City has no divination to ask anything.
Hundreds of brothers in the martial arts training hall practice martial arts, and the coach is Mo Xiaocheng, the deputy curator. He walks among the brothers with his hands on his shoulders and says, "Tai Chi is extremely peaceful …"
Mo Xiaocheng entered the venue quietly but clearly. In every brother’s ear, his voice was loud and reverberated with the echo of the magnetic martial arts hall.
"There are a lot of people who don’t know Tai Chi. It’s an old man’s fist. It’s superficial. Tai Chi has both an Tian Ming and a self-proclaimed charm. His power will not be empty. Tai Chi has a long history. Who created it and can’t return to the source …"
"In addition, our pulse Tai Chi is the most authentic Tai Chi, not Sun Shi or Chen Wushi. If you really want to name it, it can be called Mo Tai Chi, which was changed from your master Mo Weicheng after learning it first."
"Our pulse Tai Chi believes that the granddaddy is Zhang Sanfeng …"
Mo Xiaocheng slowly talked about his pulse Tai Chi.
He speaks English neither slowly nor clearly because most of his younger brothers don’t understand Chinese, so he speaks English. His language talent has been good for more than two months, and he has no difficulty in speaking English fluently.
The scene of hundreds of people practicing Tai Chi in a hall is very shocking and huge. Mo Xiaocheng walked to the highest platform. He pressed his hand and raised the volume slightly. "Come and play with me again."
He slowly plays Tai Chi face to face, but the speed is slow, but it is not the soft feeling of the old people in the park. It gives people a pleasing look, and there is an indescribable charm. Although he moves slowly, he plays very well, and his shaking hands are very strong.
Another day passed, and he got up early to get everything ready. He went out alone. Today is the weekend, and Moxiao City took a leave of absence by himself. He planned to go to Los Angeles alone rather than stay in the martial arts school every day.
Mo Xiaocheng is a person who can’t be idle. Whenever he does anything, he will feel a sense of discomfort hanging over him, and he is very uncomfortable.
I guess it was because Zou Feifei didn’t take the initiative to find him these days, which made him have a few more leisure days.
Los Angeles, the second largest city in the United States after new york, is naturally prosperous and world-famous, which adds to her charm. Sometimes you will occasionally meet one or two Hollywood movie stars when you walk down the street.
Moxiao City is walking alone in the street and admiring the charm of this famous city. He is walking the most prosperous street, and tourists are everywhere. You can see people of all colors, races, yellow people, white people and black people everywhere, but people from different countries can also find China, Japanese, Koreans, Indians and so on.
Stop-and-go Moxiao City seems to be a lonely mountain master who suddenly came to the bustling world of mortals with a unique flavor.
Qianhai was also very prosperous and economically developed, but he rarely went out shopping alone, and he didn’t feel too attached to the prosperity of the sea. Now he has come to a more prosperous metropolis, and there is another feeling.
He walks lazily, giving people a kind of undisciplined temperament, and his young appearance in college dress makes people never think that he is a martial arts master with high strength and destructive ability, but a college student full of sunshine and youth.
Walking, he came to a commercial street, and the crowds were less, and the surrounding high-rise buildings showed that the commercial street was prosperous and economically.
Suddenly his eyes lit up.
A train came from the front, with a black Lincoln at the head and a long Lincoln at the back. Bentley didn’t say it was a rich man’s car.