Chapter 28 Tang Ren
As Mo Fei's Xing Yi Fist became more refined, the experience points gained from Mindy's beatings decreased.
Mo Fei was very worried!
Because of Mo Fei's rapid progress in combat skills, Mindy also developed a great interest in Xing Yi Fist.
Coincidentally, Mo Fei's progress in practicing Xing Yi Fist was getting slower and slower.
So Mindy thought about finding a Xing Yi Fist gym to exchange pointers.
Lu Xun once said, communication is a way to progress, so exchanges among martial arts peers would definitely help Mo Fei's Xing Yi Fist improve.
Chinatown might not have much of anything else, but it certainly has many martial arts schools.
Mindy searched online and found many Xing Yi Fist gyms. She chose the one closest to their siblings' clinic—the Mo Family Fist gym.
"Mindy, did you take the wrong turn? This doesn't look like a gym at all!" Mo Fei pushed open the rusty gate, looked at the mottled walls inside, and the dirty, messy environment around, frowning involuntarily.
"I followed Google Maps; it can't be wrong!"
Mindy also had some doubts, wondering if Google Maps had made a mistake.
There were indeed quite a few exercise machines inside this dilapidated gym, but they were already old and worn out, to the point where calling them scrap metal wouldn't be an issue.
"Young man, at this moment, your movements need to be bolder!"
A sudden, startling voice from deep within the gym scared Mo Fei and Mindy.
"The scale, it needs to be more open!"
Mo Fei and Mindy looked at each other and cautiously walked further inside.
An old man, wearing headphones, was shouting with a serious expression.
"Master, do you think it's like this?" A charming and pleasant voice came from the computer:
"If you send a plane, I'll fly over to find you."
The girl on the computer was live-streaming, dressed very revealingly, making various provocative gestures. The 'plane' she mentioned wasn't the kind from Boeing, but a type of currency launched by the live-streaming platform, with one plane worth 1000 yuan.
"It's you, old geezer! I knew you looked familiar the more I looked!" Mo Fei directly smacked the old man on the head.
From a distance, Mo Fei had found the old man's voice familiar.
Up close… wasn't this the same old man who had tried to scam him three times?
"Which bastard ambushed me?!"
The old man clutched his head and jumped up, striking a Praying Mantis Fist stance, looking around vigilantly.
"Old man, do you still recognize me?" Mo Fei looked at him with a smile.
"It's you, little rascal! I haven't even gone to find trouble with you, and you dare come here to make trouble? Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag? Do you believe I can punch you to death?!"
The old man angrily gestured with his withered, chicken-claw-like fist.
"Heh heh." Mo Fei chuckled indifferently and said to Mindy with a smile, "Perhaps we should hang a banner at the gym entrance: 'The gym owner possesses profound moral character, diligently working like a bee, not only teaching disciples during the day but also moonlighting as an actor at night, lying on the ground…'"
"Brother, brother, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." The old man's tone instantly softened: "Just trying to make a living."
"Make a living?" Mo Fei chuckled, lay down on the old man's armchair, and casually picked up a box of cigars the old man had left there: "Limited edition Romeo y Julieta cigars? If it weren't for you, I would have never smoked such good tobacco. You really know how to enjoy yourself!"
"Brother, if you like it, this box is for you. Take it home and enjoy it. A man, you know, has to be a little hard on himself." Mo Youqian said with a fawning smile, but his face showed an uncontrollable wince of pain. Clearly, giving away this box of cigars was something he was extremely reluctant to do, but he had no choice, as Mo Fei had caught him in a vulnerable position!
Mo Fei unhurriedly picked up the matching small scissors nearby, snipped off the rounded end of the cigar, and Mo Youqian obsequiously lit it for Mo Fei.
Mo Fei took a satisfying puff and said, "Smoking one of yours is enough. How could I take them all? I, Mo Fei, am not that greedy."
"Yes, yes, yes, Brother, you are magnanimous and broad-minded." While flattering Mo Fei with his words, Mo Youqian was secretly thinking:
I'll believe you when pigs fly!
"However…"
Mo Youqian perked up; he knew the main event was coming.
"I remember the first time we met, I got a Xing Yi Fist manual from you."
Mo Fei pulled out the manual from his embrace and threw it onto Mo Youqian's desk: "I just want to ask, do you have any other useful stuff? You better think carefully before you answer!"
Facing Mo Fei's threatening gaze, Mo Youqian felt a toothache: "Even this manual is enough for you to cultivate for a lifetime. Why are you so ambitious?"
"I'm not being overly ambitious; it's just that my cultivation progress has been getting slower recently, reaching a bottleneck…"
Listening to Mo Fei's words, Mo Youqian's expression gradually changed… "Master!"
A sleazy man wearing a knock-off golden mink coat, with an explosion hairstyle and an Eight Trigrams Jade Pendant around his neck, rushed over, shouting with a wide smile: "Long time no see, I miss you so much!"
"Who are you?" Mo Youqian pushed up his glasses, looking blankly at the person rushing towards him.
"Master, I'm Tang Ren!"
"Tang Ren?"
Mo Fei watched the scene of profound master-disciple affection, deep in thought.
Mo Youqian and Tang Ren?
It must be said, seeing Tang Ren reminded Mo Fei of "Buddies in India," which reminded him of the Journey to the West, then the Victorious Fighting Buddha, also known as Sun Wukong. In the second half of this year, the Sino-U.S. co-production of Journey to the West will officially begin filming. I will continue to play the Monkey King, Sun Wukong. I will use the artistic image of the Monkey King to strive to create a positive energy image, blossoming in both literary and athletic fields, promoting Chinese culture. I hope everyone will pay more attention.
Two blossoms, two blossoms!
"Oh!" Mo Youqian seemed to have discovered a new continent. He turned to look at the handsome young man Tang Ren had brought, rubbed his hands together, and showed a sleazy smile that was clearly inherited from Tang Ren: "What a beautiful young lady, what's your name?"
"Yesterday, I saw him touching a man's butt on the street. You should be careful." Mo Fei said leisurely.
Instantly, Qin Feng's sphincter tightened, and he quickly retreated two steps, looking at Mo Youqian with the same wary expression a little loli would give a creepy uncle.
"Who are you? This is a reunion between master and disciple, what business is it of yours?" Tang Ren glanced at Mo Fei and said unhappily. This pretty boy, even more handsome than Old Qin, is there no justice in the world?
"Me?" Mo Fei feigned pushing up his non-existent glasses and squinted with a smile: "Barely your master's creditor."
"Creditor?" Tang Ren looked at Mo Youqian in confusion: "Master, do you owe him money?"
"This matter is very complicated; it's hard to explain in a short time." Mo Youqian quickly pressed down on Tang Ren's head and turned him around: "You brat, you wouldn't come to your master's door for no reason. Hurry up and tell me, what's the matter?"
He was afraid that Tang Ren would press him for the truth about his scamming activities, which would ruin his lifelong reputation.