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Text Chapter 0180: Fight against the Japanese

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    "Have you been to Shenlongjia too?" Yang Mo asked in surprise.

    "Heh." Long Aotian smiled slowly, with a lot of desolation and far-reaching memories in his smile.

    This is a person with a story, and it is definitely not as simple as going to Shenlongjia.

    Yang Mo subconsciously judged in his mind, and then opened his hands and said: "So, is this thing unsolvable?"

    "Yes, an incurable disease." Long Aotian replied very calmly. He didn't feel sad at all because of losing a leg. He was quite free and easy.

    "But was the cause of the lumbering of the body really just being touched by a piece of grass?" Yang Mo asked strangely.

    "Huh?" Long Aotian frowned when he heard this. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

    Seeing his expression, Yang Mo hurried up and asked: "Teacher, did you remember something?"

    "No, no." Long Aotian was stunned at first, then quickly shook his head in denial.

    His reaction made Yang Mo wonder. Is there really some other secret that caused the body to become woody?  So what exactly is it?  Yang Mo was thinking wildly, trying to find out what happened, because it was also related to Zhou Xueluo's grandfather's condition. Since he was Xueluo's husband now, his grandfather would naturally become his relative.  If you don’t help, who will you help?

    "What kind of kung fu do you practice?" Long Aotian suddenly asked Yang Mo: "Why do I feel that your steps are a bit strange? Why does it have an industrial atmosphere?"

    "Industrial atmosphere?" Yang Mo was a little dumbfounded. He did understand the term, but it seemed a little unclear when it was related to Kung Fu.

    Seeing that Yang Mo was a little confused, Long Aotian opened his mouth to clear up the doubts and said: "It means that your pace is driven by some kind of energy, not your own internal energy. That means that your pace acceleration is not linear, but  There is a sudden burst, and if the energy is used up, it cannot be started again. This is the industrial smell, just like a car that needs to be refueled. Do you understand?"

    After hearing this, Yang Mo suddenly realized and said: "Yes, you are right. My kung fu is indeed performed by external force."

    "But how do you absorb energy through your body, accumulate it and then drive it?" Long Aotian continued to ask: "If your body was a car, you would have to have an engine and a mailbox to move!  "

    "Um" Yang Mo thought for a while. He knew where the engine in his body was and where the mailbox was, but he couldn't tell Long Aotian. After all, this was an important secret of his sect.

    Yang Mo hesitated, but Long Aotian was very considerate and did not continue to ask. Instead, he shook his head with a smile and said: "Everyone has secrets, I won't ask anymore."

    Long Aotian stopped asking, and Yang Mo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

    At this time, Long Aotian said again: "In the future, if you have time, you can come here to practice with me. I have been practicing here alone for more than thirty years, and I am very depressed."

    "Okay." Yang Mozheng was looking forward to it. Being able to practice Kung Fu with an unfathomable master, many things would definitely be enlightened.

    "Go back today. I still need to do some processing here. Come back tomorrow."

    "Yes!" Yang Mo nodded quickly. Although he didn't know what Long Aotian was going to do, his intuition told him that Long Aotian was not a bad person, so he strode back.

    After returning home, Yang Mo had no intention of going to class, so he ran directly back to the dormitory and fell asleep.

    The dormitory Yang Mo lives in is the International Building of Fuda, which is the so-called foreign student dormitory. This place is full of suites.  Yang Mo spent more money to find peace and moved here.

    Yang Mo lay on the bed and squinted for a while, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside, with people in various national languages ??jabbering.  He quickly ran out and found a short Asian man arguing with another tall, beautiful blonde woman in the yard.  Both of them spoke broken Chinese, so it seemed like they were talking like ducks and ducks.

    Originally, Yang Mo didn’t want to meddle in such nosy matters.  But he still heard short Chinese words like "candid photography" intermittently.  And the short Asian man also spoke Japanese.

    Yang Mo has a very unfavorable opinion of the Japanese, whether in his previous life or in this life.  In his previous life, he had visited some anti-Japanese museums, and the photos of the exhibitions inside made his hair stand on end. He felt as if his scalp was going to split.  Those hateful Japanese soldiers killed women, the elderly and children, which made him wish that an atomic bomb would be used to destroy all of Japan.  He was so passionate that he even wanted to go on a killing spree on the streets of Tokyo.  Although this was impulsive, it also proved his resentment towards the Japanese.

    Now when I see something like this again, I immediately run awaypast.  As soon as he passed, he pushed the wretched and short Japanese guy away and warned him in Chinese: "Shut up now, and I will come back to you after I understand the situation."

    "Who are you?" After being pushed away, the Japanese guy took a step forward and asked in broken Chinese.

    "I am Chinese." Yang Mo said sonorously and forcefully: "This is my country, I am the master, you are all guests, and you all have to listen to me. Do you understand?"

    Seeing that Yang Mo was so strong, the Japanese fell silent.

    When Yang Mo saw that he was silent, he gently grabbed his shoulder with one hand for fear that he would run away, then turned to the blond girl in the short skirt and asked, "What is going on?"

    “He secretly filmed me with a camera.” The beauty pointed at the camera in the Japanese man’s left hand and accused angrily.

    Hearing this, Yang Mo grabbed the camera out of his hand without waiting for the Japanese to argue. The Japanese wanted to snatch it back, but Yang Mo gently pushed him back and he couldn't move.

    At this time, Yang Mo opened his camera and checked it, and was surprised.  Not only did he take secret photos of the skirt of this beautiful woman in a short skirt, but he also took various photos of many other women, but the angles were all candid.

    "**, he is indeed a Japanese, what a wretched person he is." Yang Mo put the camera in his pocket and lifted the Japanese aside Bang!

    Not to mention the point, shook his hand is a slap. He suddenly pumped him and he had no time to return to God for a long time, and he knew it hurt.

    "Let you take secret photos!"

    Snapped!

    Another backhand slap in the face.

    "Make you perverted!"

    Snapped!

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    "Let you run wild!"

    Snapped!

    Here comes another one!

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    After being slapped six times in a row, the little Japanese face was as swollen as a pig's head, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out from between the swollen lips and teeth.

    Because he was beaten into a pig's head, his pronunciation was very non-standard, and even his screams were called Yiyiyaya.  As for what was said, I couldn't understand it at all.

    "Are you going to take secret photos again?" Yang Mo asked sharply.

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    Yang Mo then let him go: "Get out!"

    When the Japanese heard this, they were so happy that they ran away.

    At this time, the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes who had been secretly photographed came over, bowed very deeply to Yang Mo, and said: "Thank you very much for helping me."

    "It's okay, wear more clothes in the future." Yang Mo smiled slightly, turned around and walked back.  To him, this was really a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning. If it weren't for the fact that that pervert was Japanese, he really wouldn't have taken action.  It would be too extravagant to kill a chicken like this with a machete.

    Yang Mo took two steps, and another Asian man came over and said in very poor Mandarin: "Classmate, you may have gotten into trouble. Yamamoto's brother runs a martial arts gym, and they will definitely cause trouble for you."

    ?? Martial Arts Hall?  Japanese martial arts school?

    Yang Mo immediately became interested when he heard this. He originally thought it would be boring to clean up a small shrimp, but he didn’t expect that there was a Japanese martial arts gym in the background.  It's fun now, but I was worried that no one would practice.  As long as they come to you, they will kick out the Japanese martial arts gym and give you a classic plaque: Sick Man of East Asia!

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