"It's just that things like martial arts are easy to get hurt. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, so..." Before Xiao Mo could finish his words, the man said as if he was afraid that Xiao Mo would regret it: "No, no, what I'm not afraid of the most is getting hurt. Mo, don’t you Chinese people have a saying called “keep moving forward courageously”? Isn’t it that you need to be constantly injured in order to do things well?”
The man said with relish, his eyes shining. Sure enough, Chinese culture is still broad and profound, and there are so many things hidden in just four words.
"Well, it should be yes." Xiao Mo suspected that he had learned a fake idiom, but in front of John's complacency, he couldn't dampen his enthusiasm, so he could only say yes against his own conscience.
"Mo, let's start now. I'm ready. You must not show mercy." John said.
Xiao Mo took one look at John's figure and nodded. At worst, he could just be gentler so as not to hurt John. It's just that Xiao Mo didn't know that even though he was paying attention and being careful, he still...
"Ah, oh, oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts, be gentle, wait, save me." When John was beaten and climbed down, he looked at the hand hanging above his head that was about to fall, and closed it in pain. own eyes.
But he waited for a second, two seconds, three seconds, and the pain he imagined did not come. He opened his eyes and saw Xiao Mo's fist barely stopping on the blond hair in front of his forehead. He couldn't help but loosen his grip. His tone, his life was really hanging by a thread just now. If Xiao Mo hadn't stopped halfway, he really felt that he would see his God in the next second.
"Mo, I" John felt that his old waist was about to rise to the sky at this moment. His waist seemed to be twisted. He could feel it. The boy did not use much strength, but he was able to do it easily. I'll save most of my life
"At that moment, I thought I saw God." John was not joking when he said this. He really felt as if he was about to die for a moment. Sure enough, what Xiao Mo said couldn't be taken as a joke, otherwise he would be afraid I really want to take a trip to heaven.
"I'm sorry, Director John, I was a bit harsh." Xiao Mo quickly helped the person up, patted the dust on Director John's body and apologized. Xiao Mo was also very innocent. She clearly felt that she was not harsh. , isn’t it just a gentle pat? Why did people become like this? .
"I don't blame you, Mo. What's the name of that move you made just now? It looks very handsome and neat, and... what's the name of that side kick you just made?" Director John said excitedly, regaining his composure. He immediately forgot the pain he felt just now and wanted to know what tricks Xiao Mo used.
"Ah, this." Could she say that this could only be done with hands? Looking at John's eyes that were seeking knowledge, Xiao Mo thought for a while and swallowed the words that came to his lips. He should use another more tactful way. said.
"This is a relatively basic part of China. It is generally called Chinese Kung Fu. It has no name." Xiao Mo said nonsense seriously. If she didn't know in her heart that she was talking nonsense, she would have believed what she said. It's true.
"Oh, that's it." John suddenly realized.
(End of chapter)