Chapter 11 You Are Not Welcome!

"Rourou, Hugh must be rude to Mr. Lin."

Mo Bingzhu gave Mo Xinrou a blank look, and reprimanded her.

Mo Xinrou blinked her eyes, and obediently retreated to the side.

After saying this, Mo Bingzhu received a call, saying that there was a very important meeting related to the company's development, and she had to attend.

After briefly introducing the two parties, saying sorry to Lin Lang, he left in a hurry.

"Mr. Lin is here, and it is full of splendor."

Mo Waiting said with a smile while punching.

Lin Lang didn't care about it either, he could see that Mo Lao's way of playing was smooth and smooth, and it was not easy to stop halfway, or it would hurt his liver.

"Mo Lao is so elegant." Lin Lang praised casually.

Waiting for Mo Waiting to punch out the whole set of punches, he stopped with his palms folded in front of his chest.

"I heard that Mr. Lin is also a martial artist, so he must also know martial arts. How about this set of Bashan boxing that the old man just played?"

Mo Lao looked at Lin Lang with a smile.

"Mr. Mo, are you testing me?" Lin Lang smiled slightly.

"Then I'll tell the truth."

"It's okay, I'm not some old-fashioned old man who doesn't listen to honest advice, Mr. Lin just wants to have a good opinion." Mo Lao laughed heartily.

Lin Lang cleared his throat, and said solemnly.

"There is more than enough strength, but not enough softness."

"This is supposed to be a violent boxing method, but it has been changed into a soft way. Although the strength has increased rapidly in a short period of time, it is just that it is overdrawing the body's potential."

"If things go on like this, if you continue to practice, it will definitely cause harm to your kidneys."

Lin Lang spoke uprightly, and revealed the other party's faults all at once.

He came here to treat Lao Mo's injuries, so it is necessary to clarify his condition first.

Mo Xinrou frowned, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily. Although Mo Lao told him about martial arts, she didn't take it seriously.

Originally, she was dissatisfied that Mr. Mo was polite to Lin Langke on the phone before, but now the other party actually denied her family boxing skills, which made her even more dissatisfied!

"Nonsense! This is a boxing technique handed down from our family. It's okay to practice any of them. I don't think you can cure diseases, so you just made it up."

Mo Xinrou pouted.

"Is it nonsense, you can ask Mr. Mo later." Lin Lang said.

Mo Xinrou snorted coldly, not missing any chance to fight back.

"You said that there is a problem with our family's boxing, so I have also practiced it. Why am I fine?"

"That's because you haven't practiced enough yet." Lin Lang said angrily.

"you!"

Mo Xin puffed softly, and was about to speak, but was called back by Mo Waiting.

"Mr. Lin is right. Bashanquan is indeed a set of boxing that hurts others and hurts oneself. When my father passed down Bashanquan, he said this first. If it is not necessary, practice it carefully."

"Mr. Lin can see this, so he must not only be a martial artist, but also have a lot of knowledge in martial arts." Mo Lao said with a smile.

For the situation of his own boxing, Mo Lao naturally knows better than anyone else.

And his condition was described exactly by Lin Lang!

It's just that after watching boxing once, you can describe the condition to the same extent. If this is not a miracle doctor, what is it?

Regardless of his young age, he is a person with real skills!

"Martial arts? You can barely understand it. As for martial artists... I'm just a practitioner." Lin Lang replied.

He didn't say that he was an immortal cultivator, and the other party probably wouldn't understand him if he said that.

"Ascetic?"

Old Mo frowned slightly, but he had heard of the name Daomen before.

It is said that it is a mysterious force that produces capable people in large numbers, and the cultivation method in the sect is also different from mainstream warriors, and the strong men it creates are far stronger than ordinary warriors.

Even today's high-ranking military officials in Huaguo have a Taoist origin.

That is a big man who even calls him old officer when he sees him!

"Could it be that Mr. Lin is from a Taoist sect? Who is the respected teacher?" Mo Lao suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked.

"I don't have a master, I'm just an ordinary casual cultivator." Lin Lang shook his head.

Mo Lao was a little disappointed. If it really came from the Taoist sect, there would be hope for healing his hidden wounds.

After chatting for a few words, Mo Lao directed the content of their discussion to the hidden wound in his body.

Although Lin Lang could see his cause, it didn't mean that the other party had the means of treatment.

Thinking of this, Mo Waiting spared no effort to explore Lin Lang's details. This is a matter related to the inheritance of future generations. If he can find out the treatment method, no matter what the price is, he can accept it.

"Old Mo, your crux lies in your skills, not your body. I can treat you for a while, but I can't control it forever." Lin Lang said seriously.

Hearing Lin Lang's words, Mo Laorao couldn't help but look dark no matter how good his mood was.

Could it be that his own boxing skills can only be cultivated to his level in the future?

"That's how abrupt Mo Mou is." Mo Lao sighed.

In fact, he didn't have much hope for Lin Langbao.

After all... Doctor Kang, known as Shencheng's number one medical expert, was helpless against his illness.

"Mr. Mo doesn't need to be so worried. Although I can't continue to heal your wounds, but..." Lin Lang changed the subject and continued, "I can help you improve your boxing skills."

"Improved boxing?"

Mr. Mo was shocked, his ancestors died in order to obtain the Bashanquan, and the reason why the Mo family was able to sit on the top spot in Shencheng had a lot to do with the Bashanquan.

A boxing method that can be passed on to future generations is enough to rebuild a Mo family hundreds or even decades later!

This shows how important boxing is to a family!

But Lin Lang offered to help him improve his skills, which made Mo Lao a little suspicious.

"Improvement of skills, unless it is an old monster who has been immersed in martial arts for many years..."

"If he saw the boxing technique, wouldn't the Bashan boxing leak out?"

"But... what if he can really do it?"

For some reason, Mo Waitian always felt that this young man in front of him who even he couldn't figure out the details... might really be able to do it!

Mo Lao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment. Mo Mo will excuse me for a moment. Xinrou, take good care of Mr. Lin for me, and I will come as soon as I go!" Mo Lao suppressed the entanglement in his heart and chose to trust the other party for the time being.

Don't wait to leave in a hurry, and went to the secret cabinet in the back hall where he treasured the only copy of Bashanquan.

"Even my grandfather can't modify a boxing method, so why do you?"

"Do you know how much a boxing book is? The inheritance of our Mo family is far more precious than you can imagine, and you don't have to think about how much this request is."

"Don't think that I don't know that you have the idea of ​​secretly learning from our Mo family's inheritance. If so, I'm sorry, but the Mo family doesn't welcome you."

Mo Xinrou sneered again and again.