Chapter 11: You are not welcome!

"Rourou, Hugh was so rude to Mr. Lin."
Mo Bingzhu gave Mo Xinrou a white look and rebuked.
Mo Xinrou blinked and blinked, and obediently backed away.
After saying this, Mo Bingzhu received a call there, saying that there was a very important meeting, a meeting related to the development of the company, she must be attended.
After briefly introducing the two parties, they hurriedly left after saying no to Lou Lang.
"Mr. Lin came here with great pleasure."
Mo punched and said with a smile.
Lin Lang didn't care, he could see that Mo Laoda's set of flowing water was not easy to stop in the middle, or it was easy to hurt his liver.
"Mo Lao is so elegant." Lin Lang praised casually.
Wait for Mo to finish the whole set of boxing in a leisurely manner, both palms closed on his chest.
"I heard that Mr. Lin is also a warrior. He must also know martial arts. What about the set of Bashan boxing that the old man just hit?"
Mo Lao looked at Lin Lang with a smile.
"Mo Lao, are you going to test me?" Lin Lang smiled slightly.
"Then I will tell the truth."
"Anyway, I'm not an old-fashioned old man who can't listen to loyalty. Mr. Lin only has to be opinionated." Mo Lao laughed heartily.
Lin Lang cleared his throat and then solemnly said.
"There is more energy than softness."
"This is supposed to be a violent set of boxing techniques, but it has been changed to a soft way. Although the power has increased rapidly in a short time, it is just an overdraft of physical potential."
"In the long run, if you continue to practice, it will definitely cause kidney damage."
Lin Lang was frank and righteous, shaking out the other party's problems.
He came for the treatment of Mo Lao, so it is necessary to make it clear.
Mo Xinrou frowned, and the corners of her mouth could not help beeping. Although Mo Lao told him about martial arts, she disagreed.
On the phone, Mo was always dissatisfied with Lin Lang's politeness and made her dissatisfied. Now the other party even denies her heirloom boxing, which makes her unhappy!
"Say it blind! This is a boxing technique handed down from our family. It doesn't matter which one you practice. I don't think you can cure the disease and make a mess."
Mo Xinrou poked his lips.
"Is it nonsense, you will know when you look back at Mo Lao." Lin Lang said.
Mo Xinrou snorted coldly and did not miss any chance of counterattack.
"You said there was something wrong with our boxing skills, so I practiced it. What am I doing?"
"That's because you haven't practiced yet." Lin Lang said angrily.
"you!"
Mo Xin's bulging, just about to speak, was moaned back by Mo waiting.
"Mr. Lin is right. Bashanquan is indeed a set of hurting and hurting tactics. When my father passed down Bashanquan, he said this first, and practice it carefully if not necessary."
"Mr. Lin can see this, presumably he is not only a warrior, but also accomplished in martial arts." Mo Lao laughed.
As for his boxing skills, Mo Lao naturally knows better than anyone.
And his condition was described by Lin Lang as well!
However, after watching the boxing method, the condition can be described almost. Isn't this what a sacred doctor is?
Don't look at the young people, they are really capable!
"Is martial arts? I can barely understand it. As for the martial artist ... I am just a monk." Lin Lang replied.
He did not say that he was an immortalist, and he probably did not understand the other person.
"Monk?"
Mo Lao frowned slightly. He had heard the name Daomen.
It is said that it is a mysterious force that can be generated from people, and the cultivation method in the door is also different from the mainstream martial arts.
Even the high-level military personnel in China today have one from Daomen.
It was a big man who even called him the old chief!
"Does Mr. Lin come from the door? Who is the respected teacher?" Mo Lao suppressed the uncertainty in his heart.
"I don't have a master, it's just an ordinary casual repair." Lin Lang shook his head.
Mo Lao was a little disappointed. If it really came from Daomen, there would be hope for treating his dark injury.
After chatting for a few words, Mr. Mo led the conversation between the two to the hidden wound in his body.
Although Lin Lang can see his cause, it does not mean that the other party has a cure.
With this in mind, Mo had no time to explore Lin Langdi's meticulous thoughts. This is a matter related to the inheritance of future generations and grandchildren. If he can ask for a cure, the price will be acceptable.
"Mr. Lao's problem lies in the exercises, not the body. For a while, I couldn't control it for a while." Lin Lang said seriously.
Hearing Lin Lang's words, Mo Lao Rao couldn't help but look down, no matter how good his mood was.
Is it possible that his own boxing will only stop to such an extent that he can practice in the future?
"It's Mo Mo's sudden appearance." Mo Lao sighed.
In fact, he did not have much hope for Lin Lang.
After all ... Kang Shenyi, who is known as the first person in Shencheng's medical skills, was helpless with his illness.
"Mr. Mo needn't be so worried. Although I can't continue to heal you, but ..." Lin Lang spoke sharply and continued, "I can help you improve your boxing skills."
"Improved boxing?"
Mo Lao was shocked. His ancestors died of some people in order to get Bashanquan, and the reason why the Mo family was able to sit in Shencheng's first spot has a lot to do with this Bashanquan.
A boxing technique that can be passed on to future generations can rebuild a Mo family hundreds of years later, even decades!
This shows how important boxing is for a family!
Lin Lang proposed to help him improve his exercises, which made Mo Lao somewhat skeptical.
"Improved exercises, unless it is the old monster who has been immersed in martial arts for many years ..."
"If he saw the boxing skills, wouldn't he let Bashan Boxing leak out?"
"But ... what if he could really do it?"
For some reason, Mo Yixian always feels that this young man who can't even figure out the details ... maybe it can be done!
Mo Lao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment, Momou will be with you for a while. Xinrou, take care of Mr. Lin for me, I'll go there!" Mo Lao suppressed the tangle in her heart and chose to trust the other party temporarily.
Mo left in a hurry, and went to the back room where he treasured the lone copy of Bashanquan.
"Modify a boxing method, even my grandpa can't do it. Why do you?"
"Do you know how much a boxing method is? The inheritance of our Mo family is far more precious than your imagination, and you don't have to think about it. This is too much."
"Don't think that I don't know that you have the idea of ​​stealing from our Mo family. If so, I'm sorry, the Mo family doesn't welcome you."
Mo Xinrou sneered again and again.
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