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Driving on a certain road called Mojia Village in Guan City, except for the driver humming a few words along with the song from time to time, it was particularly quiet.

Li Changsheng's face was already a little white, green, and black.

"Old man, didn't you tell me that we were going to kick the gym!"

As soon as he spoke, Li Changsheng's mouth full of grievances spread.

Half an hour ago, Li Changsheng, who got into the taxi with his luggage and live broadcast equipment, was happy and excited.

But as he drove down the road, he learned a terrible truth.

"Hehe, who said that they were going to kick the gym? Did I say that? The old man was still smiling, and he was humming like the driver with interest.

"Isn't this war book just kicking the pavilion? Or under my name. "

Li Changsheng is about to cry, I just want to see the Canton Province boxing method, I don't want to smash the field."

In the transmission of martial arts, smashing the field is an extremely bad behavior, and if you don't get it right, it is a desperate rhythm.

"Oh, you still have a short understanding, this battle book and kicking the pavilion are different, we are officially communicating in the past, rest assured that if you win, people will not take you for anything."

With the old man's explanation, Li Changsheng looked at the other party with some suspicion.

Is it really going to be okay?

Out of trust in the old man, Li Changsheng decided not to ask more, and asked in vain, and now he can't go back.

The old man brought him over this time to challenge Mojiaquan, one of the five famous boxers in Guangzhou Province, and this is only the first fight, the second battle Cai Li Fo Fist, the third battle Li Family Fist, the fourth battle Liu Family Fist, and the fifth battle Hong Fist.

After hearing this trip, Li Changsheng was about to cry at that time, especially he just wanted to practice the actual combat skills of dealing with Chuanwu, and as a result, the old man went directly to hell difficulty.

And according to the old man, people who practice martial arts can't fight another, but they must fight.

It seemed that he saw Li Changsheng's concerns, and Zhang Youdao smiled even happier.

This old urchin.

"You kid, don't worry about those who don't have it, the first step in practicing martial arts is to practice courage, you still have to sharpen your guts."

What are you afraid of? Those who are afraid should be them, you are a nameless junior, the so-called barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.

Moreover, we are discussing in private this time, rest assured, the old man I have arranged for you, all are young juniors about the same age as you, and they can't kill you. "

I thank you for being old!

Li Changsheng wanted to cry without tears, this said.

People have been practicing hard for more than ten years, and they have been regarded as disciples taught by the Yan family since they were young, and they have only practiced for a long time, and the total amount of actual combat is only one week, and they are all practicing sanda with a group.

"Huh, are you two practicing kung fu?"

The driver in the front seat listened to this road, he also understood it, turned off the music and said with great interest.

"Hehe, yes, take the junior out to meet the world." The old man talks about sex.

"Hey, it's good to practice kung fu, you guys said you want to challenge our five famous boxers in Guangzhou Province? Really fake? The

driver was obviously a native of Cantonese Province, and his tone seemed to be very respectful of the five famous boxers.

"Fake, the two of us just went to visit and see the demeanor of the five famous fists."

The old man is still very good at talking, knowing that in Guangzhou Province, it is better not to say such arrogant words, otherwise the driver directly turned his head and sent the two grandfathers to the beach.

After chatting along the way, it took more than an hour to reach a place called Mojia Village in the next part of Guan City, which is said to be an area where Mojia boxing is widely spread.

After listening to the old man's talk all the way, Li Changsheng also roughly understood the current situation of Mo Jiaquan.

Nowadays, the Mojia boxing inheritance has stagnated, and few people of the younger generation continue to practice boxing, and the older generation suffers from the fact that there are few practitioners in their hometowns, and they are unwilling to pass it on to outsiders, which has led to a very serious fault.

That is, the Guan Municipal Government has attracted attention and opened the Mojia Boxing Martial Arts Gym, and even some local primary schools have listed Mojia Boxing as compulsory for recess exercises, which can be regarded as barely continuing the life of this boxing.

But those are not authentic, this time the old man brought him to Mojia Village, which still retains the Mojia boxing custom decades ago.

The taxi sent the two to the entrance of the village and left, dragging their luggage, Li Changsheng looked at the village.

Accompanied by mountains, green water and green mountains, it looks like it has the characteristics of Danxia landform on this side of Guangzhou Province, and there is a very clear stream flowing through the village in the mountains and forests, and many tributaries at the diversion point shuttle through the village.

Looking at the lake in the distance, you can see an old man riding a bamboo raft wearing a bucket hat with a bamboo basket at his feet, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, singing local songs while paddling the pole.

Just like the 20mb back picture is restored as a real scene.

Just like Tao Yuanming's poem, the knot is in the human realm, and there is no car and horse noise. Q: How can you? The heart is far from the self-biased.

"Hehe, Xiao Mo will still enjoy it, the last time he had tea with me was in the Guan City Clubhouse."

The old man's words directly broke Li Changsheng's defense, and the picture of Nanshan collapsed with a bang.

"Okay boy, let's go, Xiao Mo should have prepared a room for us, let's put the salute away first."

Saying that, Zhang Youdao left alone empty-handed.

Li Changsheng looked at the suitcase dragged by his left and right hands and was speechless.

The road in the village is paved with bluestone slabs, and the buildings in the surrounding villages are also quite some, combining ancient architecture and modern style, it can be seen that although the buildings here are very retro, they are only antique, and it is estimated that all home appliances are available.

Passing by a stone bridge, Li Changsheng suddenly paused because he saw a sixty-year-old man standing on the pier practicing a set of boxing techniques.

Said to be a boxing technique, in fact, the use of leg skills is more, I see this slightly emaciated old man on the pier like a spirit monkey, moving left and right, and the wind of his feet whistling.

"It is worthy of the Mo Family Fist, and the name is the pit man."

"Huh?!"

Hearing this, the old man's head turned sharply, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"What do you say, boy? Kind of say it again! The

slightly cloudy eyes glared sharply, and there was even such a bit of fierceness.

Li Changsheng, who was looked at by this old man, was a little embarrassed, he just muttered very little, but as a result, this old man's ears were clear, and he actually listened to it all.

The reason why he muttered was because Old Master Zhang talked in detail about the characteristics of Mojiaquan in the car.

Mojiaquan has distinct Lingnan characteristics and a simple and generous southern boxing style, which is said to be a boxing method, but in fact, it is known for its leg method.

It's like a two-person competition, both saying that they are such and such a punch, and one of them suddenly comes with a sharp leg and foot kung fu, who can withstand this.

Mo Jiaquan has a sentence that expresses the essence of his boxing technique.

One leg wins three punches, hands are seven feet long, feet are three feet long, long attacks, volleys and kicks, punches weigh a hundred taels, and feet weigh a thousand pounds.