The scene and atmosphere were clearly like the principal was going to give a speech under the national flag. As soon as Ding Yi came in, he was led to a cushion at the back and had no chance to say a word to the so-called coach.
He was a little curious, so he sat down. At worst he could talk about it after the show.
Strangely, the intuition that made him come up was gone at this moment, and the air seemed to be more harmonious.
The three coaches stood in the front without saying a word, giving all the students sitting below a deep and solemn aura.
It is difficult to describe the kind of bearing that one can find. When seeing these three people, the people below did not dare to whisper to each other.
It was a rare occasion that Mr. Mo sat up from his seat today.
In the past, he accepted disciples in his own yard, without any grand ceremony of opening a martial arts school to accept disciples. However, the scene before him still touched him deeply, as if he remembered the small shabby martial arts school in his master's house more than 60 years ago.
The old man had the bearing of a master. As he slowly stood up, Mo Shaoge and Mo Qingxue mobilized the magic power in their arms, causing a sense of trance in the entire venue.
The more than 30 people in the audience only felt a surge of something called "momentum" that often appears in literary works.
Many people opened their eyes wide, and even their breathing rhythm slowed down, using deep breathing to adjust their heart rate.
Regardless of whether they are here to join in the fun or really want to learn something, everyone now has the same idea.
"This time, I think I came to the right place! !"
Mr. Mo's beard and silver hair moved without wind, and he didn't even notice the changes around him. Or maybe he noticed it but understood the source and didn't want to delve into it at this moment.
"I am Mo Ziming. I have been practicing martial arts since I was sixteen. Sixty-five years have passed in the blink of an eye..."
The old man looked up slightly at the flat ceiling carvings, as if he saw the flying eaves of his master's house.
The heartbeats of the thirty-odd people in the audience all quickened. Unless they were blind, I believe that no one would not know that the person in front of them was definitely a hermit master.
The old man smiled as if he had thought of something interesting.
His eyes, old but still clear, looked down at the audience.
"I have always sighed that I have no one to pass on my martial arts skills to. Only my fourth son, Shao Ge and Qing Xue can be said to be able to live up to my expectations. Haha, now the thing that I am most proud of in my life is that they can surpass me!"
The old man spoke very slowly, which would normally give people a feeling of impatience, but now everyone below was feeling the same way as Yang Guo in front of the sword tomb, and they were all very excited.
"Tianxing Guild Hall is not a place for making money through business, nor is it a regular martial arts school. It is a place to search for talents and spread the true martial arts skills."
"Everyone here, since you are able to study in the museum, even if it is only for one term, it is fate!"
Mr. Mo's eyes swept across the faces of each student one by one.
"Master leads you to the door, but it is up to you to practice. I hope you can seize this opportunity..."
He looked at his grandson and granddaughter, whose breathing was as powerful as a dragon, and thought about their martial arts which were beyond his comprehension. Then he spoke sincerely to the people in the audience.
"It's probably no exaggeration to say that this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
After the old man finished speaking, he slowly sat down again, picked up his teacup and drank it slowly to moisten his throat.
The words I just said expressed my feelings over the years, but in fact, I also felt a sense of relief for some reason.
The old man has wanted to be a master for many years, and he felt it very much just now.
If Mr. Mo was more fashionable and surfed the Internet more often, he would know that the feeling just now is called "pretending to be cool"!
The first-term students sitting on the cushions below were filled with excitement, while Mo Shaoge and Mo Qingxue were deeply touched and even a little moved.
For many years, grandpa has hoped that martial arts would not be lost. They used to laugh at him when they were young, but now they feel like crying when they hear him say that.
It would be great if we could ask the wise man to let grandpa join Dawn as well. His martial arts knowledge is definitely better than ours.
…
After the old man sat down, Mo Shaoge stepped forward with a smile.
"You are all students of the first term of the Tianxing Hall. We have a rule here. Although 100 people is the upper limit of the first term, we can start teaching if the enrollment exceeds 30 people. The new students will be taught separately from the previous batch."
He glanced at a few of them in the crowd.
"We will start formal classes tomorrow morning. If you want to attend the morning class, please be sure to arrive at the club before 5 a.m."
"If anyone wants to quit the club, you can tell us now. I know some of you are still hesitating about whether to take the course."
Ding Yi felt a little guilty when Mo Shaoge glanced at him but tried not to avoid it.
Are you kidding me? If I quit, I'd be a moron!
After waiting for dozens of seconds and seeing no one speaking, Mo Shaoge nodded in satisfaction.
"Okay, now you can ask questions."
After hearing these words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, they felt as if they were under pressure of being "expelled from the sect" if they opened their mouths casually, but no one wanted to offend them.
A fitness trainer raised his hand.
"Coach, there are adults and children here, so will there be any differences in the content of the lessons?"
Mo Shaoge smiled and nodded.
“The content is similar, but the intensity will be different at the beginning, and will become more and more consistent later.”
Another person asked a question.
"Coach, what should we learn? Boxing or weapons? How long will it take to become stronger?"
Becoming strong and different has always been one of the focuses of people's attention, and most people are no exception. Therefore, this question is also what everyone is most concerned about, and everyone is waiting to hear the answer.
"Haha, the content of the first phase is mostly basic, strengthening the bones and muscles, refreshing the vitality, learning meridian knowledge, and also some basic moves. It is the process of selecting us to enter the second phase. There will be some personal growth, but it is not yet the stage of learning real martial arts and weapons."
"As for reaching our level... that depends on your individual talent. Perhaps you will never reach that level, or perhaps it will take you less time than you think. But the prerequisite is that you can stay and listen to the final entrance examination!"
Entrance examination?
No one here has heard of this before. It’s not on the advertising flyer, and it’s not mentioned in the teaching assistant admissions assessment.
"What is the entrance examination?"
Some people noticed something keenly, while others asked directly.
With a light cough, Mr. Mo gave his grandson a hint, indicating that this was something that had to be said by him, the nominal head coach.
Mo Shaoge naturally didn't dare to go against his grandfather's wishes. He stopped talking and slightly turned sideways, waiting for his grandfather to speak.
The old man didn't stand up either. Compared with his powerful aura just now, he now looked like a normal old man drinking tea.
But in the eyes of outsiders, there is a feeling of "returning to nature".
The lid of the teacup gently stirs the floating tea leaves.
"To enter the sect, one must naturally join the orthodox sect of the Tianxing Society and become a true successor."
"You don't think that I, at my age, am here just to accompany my two grandchildren to attend training classes, do you?"
Mr. Mo made a joke, but he also told everyone an important news.
The truly powerful skills can only be learned after entering a master's school.
Mo Shaoge waited until his grandfather finished showing off before continuing to speak, but he didn't plan to answer any more questions.
"That's all for today. Adults can make their own decisions, and minors can discuss it with their parents. I'll be waiting for everyone here at 5 o'clock tomorrow, and training uniforms will be distributed then!"
"Okay, let's go!"
Everyone looked at each other, and after a while some people stood up one after another, and soon left in excitement.
As soon as Ding Yi went out, he quickly edited WeChat, text messages and QQ messages for his two good friends at the same time.
In a word, "Hurry up and come to Tianxing Hall to sign up!"
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