Mo Shaoge and Mo Qingxue are also talented, and Qin Xiaoxia still has high hopes for them. Although he does not expect them to be as strong as Baru, he also hopes that the two of them can create a system that is not inferior to the framework of the later Silent Knights.
For this reason, he kept a lot of mysteries to the Mo brothers and sisters.
However, their system is destined to be different from that of the Silent Knights. As the name suggests, the former is more militarized, while the system that the Mo brothers and sisters are going to reorganize and build will be a relatively individualized system.
The ancestral precepts and oaths that the Sun family had passed down to their great-grandfather and great-grandmother often made Sun Tian feel ashamed. He felt that he had failed his deceased elders and the century-old oath. Who knows, there might be people in the association gossiping about him.
Sun Tian's support for the Mohist Guild Hall can be said to have been unreserved. Not only did he hand over the outer ring manor to the association as a secret place in Kyoto, he also personally inquired about many things such as decoration and site selection, and the team he assigned was also a trustworthy first-class team.
His private nickname is "Warrior Monk", which has not changed for many years. For someone of his status and position, if his friends hate a nickname, most of them will stop calling it that for the sake of face. The fact that he has continued to use the nickname shows that he still has deep feelings for martial arts.
As one of the persons in charge of Shuguang's logistics, Sun Tian did his utmost to make a good impression within the association. He even shared some of the intelligence functions of the capital market and regularly transmitted these to the association's intelligence system through multiple channels. If it was really important, he would also use the voice transmitter.
He also always needed a suitable opportunity to allow his children, or even the more reliable and capable descendants of the Sun family, to enter Shuguang for training, rather than always being protected.
Although Sun Tian understood that if danger really happened, the association would definitely protect them, but in the final analysis, who doesn’t want to gain the power to protect themselves and others?
The club that the Mo family was going to open was the best opportunity. Although the Silent Knights had been considered before, he felt that it was not suitable for girls, especially those who were too young.
On the eve of the opening of the guild hall, he had already brought his three children to Kyoto. In addition to his thirteen-year-old daughter, there were two boys who were one year older, one was the son of his brother-in-law Zhao Chen, and the other was the son of his cousin.
Taking advantage of this time, I'll take the kids to play in the capital.
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As the National Day approaches, the streets and alleys across Kyoto have begun to become bustling, so it is a good time to open a business.
Three days before the festival, the gym on the first floor opened early.
Staff members and hired college students went around Kyoto to distribute flyers. Most of the flyers on the front and back were advertisements for "Hongli Fitness," a newly registered fitness brand under Sun.
And in the third part of the back, there is an additional small area for advertising that "Tianxing Guild Hall" is recruiting disciples.
On the 9th floor of an office building, two white-collar workers came to work with breakfast. One of them held the breakfast bag with a flyer to prevent his hands from getting greasy.
There are still more than ten minutes before work starts, so it’s a good time to have breakfast.
"Is it so profitable to open a gym now? Why are there so many people opening gyms? There are people handing out gym flyers all day long."
"Haha, yeah, it feels like there are fitness flyers everywhere. Maybe it's because people nowadays don't exercise enough. They call it seizing a business opportunity."
"Haha, some restaurants are not profitable after opening, so they run away with the money."
"It's a minority after all, right?"
As they were chatting, they started looking at the flyer.
"I've never heard of Hongli Fitness. Wow, it looks pretty good from the pictures. Free bathing and a heated swimming pool!"
The other one was holding a meat bun and looking down.
"Fuck! So cheap? 500 yuan for a half-year pass? 10 coaching sessions for free? This is Kyoto!"
"Isn't this fake equipment? Jade Garden, isn't this the park next door?"
There are a lot of people in the office who don't exercise much, and after hearing their discussion, some of them seemed interested.
A thin young man who bought nearly ten buns also came over to join in the fun.
"Damn, Ding Yi, how can you eat so much and yet you don't seem to gain any weight!"
"Brother Li, I also want to grow stronger. I heard that fitness is a good way to grow stronger."
The group of people soon saw the advertisements for countless martial arts clubs at the back, but apart from wanting to take a look and see what they were like, no one was ready to sign up to practice martial arts.
The gym is run by a dedicated manager from the Sun family, so Mo Shaoge doesn't have to worry too much. However, it is still necessary to go there on the opening day and bring his grandfather along to familiarize himself with the environment.
Mo Shaoge and Mo Qingxue both have Qin Xiaoxia's magic-catalyzed physique in their arms, and with the added bonus of being able to continuously obtain Mumu's magic fruit, their physiques have long been different from before, and the previous moves can now unleash even more powerful power in their hands.
The useless thing about some martial arts is that no matter how exquisite the moves are, there is not enough strength to support them, which makes them look soft and powerless. Only those with extraordinary talent can use them to defeat the enemy. From the perspective of modern people, some killing moves are rather insidious or vulgar, because they attack the absolute weaknesses such as the eyes, throat and genitals.
Today, the Mo brothers and sisters do not have such concerns.
People who are familiar with qigong or health-preserving exercises may know that in reality, people who actually practice it do have true qi in their bodies, but it is far from as magical as in martial arts novels. At most, it can make people feel better and slightly stronger.
But now, at the critical moment, the magic power of the sage can even cooperate with the flow of qi to make the moves achieve stronger effects.
The degree of its magic may even far exceed the internal strength described in martial arts novels.
Today, the two of them are wearing specially designed ancient-style training clothes, which naturally give them a special aura. Coupled with Mr. Mo's more outstanding appearance, they are considered to have a higher rate of turning heads on the street.
After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, no one came to apply for a card yet, leaving the management team downstairs. Mo Shaoge and Mo Qingxue accompanied their grandfather upstairs to take a look at the layout.
As soon as the old man went upstairs, he saw the spacious and bright venue inside, with various sandbags, wooden dummies, bronze statues, etc., and he cheered loudly.
With bathing facilities downstairs and rest and medical care upstairs, the conditions here are dozens of blocks better than when he learned martial arts.
By noon, people had already come to inquire and check, all of them were office workers nearby.
Some people, seeing the complete range of facilities and the nice bathrooms and swimming pools, signed up for a cost-effective six-month membership card on the spot.
Ding Yi and two colleagues were also included.
After get off work that day, several people went to the gym together. For a newly opened gym, there were quite a lot of people inside.
The three of them had a good understanding of each other. Instead of calling a coach, they twisted their joints by themselves and planned to run on the treadmill for a while.
At this moment, Mr. Mo upstairs was checking his grandchildren's current martial arts skills to prevent them from making a fool of themselves.
It's just that the old man's breathing is a little rapid now, and he sits on the armchair at the end of the venue and tries to remain calm so as not to lose his composure in front of his juniors.
Twenty meters in front of me, two nimble figures were waving unsharpened long and short swords like two swimming dragons, and there was a slight whistling sound between their steps.
Ding, Ding, Ding!
The cold light flashed continuously before his eyes, and they collided three times in an instant. From the sound of breaking wind, one could hear how great the force was, and from the sound of the collision, one could hear how skillful the force was.
'The Dragon Triple Wave!'
Although the old man did not have presbyopia, his eyesight could hardly keep up with the speed of the two men, and he could only recognize these key moves.
In a flash, the two brothers and sisters could move several meters, exchange positions several times, and fight with each other dozens of times.
"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Ding"...
While using swords, the two siblings did not resort to fists and feet. They did not stick to any formality and just attacked however they should, but avoided using some vicious killing moves.
They also wanted to show off in front of grandpa, so the two of them showed their real skills and fought at an extremely fast speed.
All grappling, fist, palm and sword techniques are used.
After all, Mo Qingxue was slightly inferior to his brother, and after a few minutes he was gradually put at a disadvantage.
He swung the dagger and forced his brother back with a powerful move. He relaxed for a moment, and before he had time to catch his breath, in a flash, a knee with wind pressure quickly enlarged before his eyes.
"Bang~"
Mo Qingxue was knocked seven or eight meters away and rolled on the ground several times before standing up.
"Brother, you didn't use enough strength. If I hadn't blocked it with my elbow, my face would be swollen today! Grandpa, look at him!"
Mr. Mo tried hard to calm the fear in his heart and regulate his breathing.
Is this his grandchild? Even if the master were to be resurrected, he wouldn't be able to survive ten moves from his granddaughter, right? Maybe three moves!
Can martial arts really reach this level?
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