Martial Arts Training Ground Outside the City

Mo Lin brought Ning Xiaoxiao in and watched from the corner. From time to time, he leaned forward slightly and spoke closer so that she wouldn't... hear clearly. He stretched out his hand and shook it tentatively, thinking that if he wanted to pick someone up, one hand would be enough.

Ning Xiaoxiao listened to the shouts and roars in the martial arts training ground with shining eyes. When she became excited, she unconsciously grabbed the clothes of the person next to her.

"Brother, they are so powerful. Wow, that person's flesh looks very solid. He must be very strong."

He turned his head and looked over with a somewhat arrogant expression: "He is just a vanguard leader. He just looks powerful. In fact, his flesh is not as strong as mine."

Mo Lin patted his chest, making a thumping sound, just like patting on a rock, with a proud look on his face: "I'm the best here. If you don't believe me, Xiaoxiao can feel it, it's very solid."

Ning Xiaoxiao looked at him with bright eyes, without thinking much, and the next moment she flew into the air, was picked up by someone with one hand, and sat on his strong arms. It was so hard and so high, and the scenery she saw was different.

"Ahhh, it's so high, I love it, big brother you are amazing."

"Come, pat this place. I guarantee you won't be able to move. It's very solid."

Ning Xiaoxiao raised her little fist and hit him on the chest, hitting her hand so hard that it hurt. He still didn't react at all. She exclaimed, "Big brother, you are so powerful. You are the most powerful person Xiaoxiao has ever seen."

Mo Lin had never been praised like this before, and he was very happy in his heart. He pretended to be modest on the surface: "No, you didn't see my elder brother and third brother, they are the most powerful."

"I'm at home, so it's not easy to be seen."

"Ah, then they have more flesh than you, are stronger than you, and are taller than you, so they will hug and lift you up like this, right?"

"…This one, however, cannot compare to mine."

How could the elder brother, a man of elegant appearance, pick up his sister-in-law with one hand? As for the third brother, he could pick up the princess, but he had never seen it, so if he hadn't seen it, it wouldn't count.

Ning Xiaoxiao chuckled: "So, big brother is still the best. I have never seen anyone taller than big brother. He can even hold Xiaoxiao in one hand. He is really amazing."

"It's so high up, and I can see it so clearly."

Mo Lin was flattered by the praise and simply put the girl on his shoulders so that she could see more clearly. He put his big hands on her waist to prevent her from falling down, which would be very painful.

The people in the martial arts training ground also saw them, and they all looked over and whispered to each other.

"Who is that person? Why is he so close to the Second Young Master? Haven't you heard that the Mo family has a fourth son? He is so white, just like a little girl. Do you know him? I have never seen him."

"Me neither, why don't you go ask."

"You go and ask."

"You go, you have a good relationship with the Second Young Master, I dare not. If he gets interested and wants to spar with me, I will not want to keep my bones."

“…I’ll make it!!”

One of them jumped down from the martial arts training ground with his eyes rolling, and walked towards Mo Lin, staring at him intently: "Second Young Master, who is this? Is he your brother?"

Could it be that the general had an illegitimate child while away, and that the brother was brought back by the second young master? That is too... too unbelievable. The Mohist school has always had only one wife.

Curious, so curious.

Mo Lin noticed that his eyes looked a little strange, so he touched his face and found nothing wrong. He asked loudly, "What are you looking at? Is there something wrong with my face? What are you talking about?"

"This is my adopted brother. She is curious about this place, so I brought him here to have a look."

Ning Xiaoxiao waved her hand: "Hello, my name is Ning... Ning An."

Wang Ming blinked and raised his hand to respond: "Hello, my name is Wang Ming. What do you think of our place? Do you want to join the army when you grow up?"

"Let me tell you, the Mohist Army is the most powerful. Even if we become disabled on the battlefield in the future, we don't have to worry about being alone in our old age. The General's Mansion will take care of us. It's much better than joining the army somewhere else."

"…Uh, disabled?"

Mo Lin glared at him and said, "Shut up. It's time to recruit soldiers. You must be in trouble again. Stay away and don't scare my brother."

Wang Ming shrugged, looking helpless: "Okay, don't mind, brother, I'm just a recruiter, and I tend to have old problems when I see people, haha."

"It's okay. I'm very interested in joining the army, but my family won't let me go. Anyway, thank you for your kindness."

"You're welcome, Second Young Master, you guys continue watching. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Ning Xiaoxiao saw that they were tired, so she stopped and lowered her voice: "Big brother, I want to spar with you, I wonder if it's okay."

Mo Lin hesitated and shook his head: "No, I don't know how hard I hit them. They are often beaten to a pulp. If I hurt you or break a bone, you will suffer."

"It's okay, I don't blame you."

...Hey, you won't blame me, but mother won't let me go. If I hurt anyone, she will definitely tell my brother, and when she keeps talking about it, he will want to die.

Even if I don't tell my brother, it won't stop my mother from beating him up.

Mo Lin refused: "No, you haven't exercised much, your bones are soft, and it's easy to get hurt accidentally. Do you want to lie in bed for three months to recover and not get out of bed?"

Ning Xiaoxiao hung her head, a little lacking in confidence: "I don't want to, but I want to practice. My Kung Fu is not very good. If I encounter danger, who can protect me?"

"Even if others can do it, it will be more practical without me."

...This sounds reasonable. If he controls himself a little more and is more careful, he shouldn't be hurt too badly.

Mo Lin asked quietly, "If you really want to compete, it's not impossible, but we have to make an agreement. If you want to come in the future, I can take you to practice anytime. There is only one thing, you are not allowed to cry."

Ning Xiaoxiao happily scratched his hair and said, "Okay, big brother, don't worry. I never cried since I was a child. At most, my eyes would turn red, but I would never cry no matter how much pain I felt."

"Okay, I'll take you up there to practice. Try to control it as much as possible. We won't use swords to avoid accidental injuries, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

The two walked up and put the person down. Mo Lin put his hands behind his back and looked at her with a wooden face: "Come on, attack me with all your strength. Don't worry, I will definitely not get hurt."

Ning Xiaoxiao nodded, clenched her fists, rushed forward, and kicked him hard on the leg. It wasn't that she didn't want to kick him in the waist, but he was really short and had short legs.

Out of reach...

With a bang, as if she had kicked an iron plate, she felt a sharp pain in her foot, which made her face twisted and her eyes red. She bit her lips tightly and tilted her neck to look at the sky, afraid that she would cry.

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