Everyone didn't know what Mu Yang was doing, so they shut up and held back their breathing, waiting for the result. Someone was thinking in their hearts whether the boss was afraid that he would not be able to open the big stone and had given up.

Mu Yang stood up, shook his clothes, then raised his hands and left casually.

Everyone was shocked, it was over, it seemed that they had given up.

At this moment, everyone felt a slight crack sound coming from their ears. Everyone couldn't help but look at the big stone. They saw that the big stone that had not changed at all. Suddenly, the stone indicated that a crack appeared, and people quickly stared at the big stone.

"Crack, Crack" There are more and more cracks on the stone, and suddenly they scattered and turned into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

Everyone was shocked, "The boss succeeded, it's amazing."

"Oh my God, it turns out that the boss can really open such a big stone. I thought the boss gave up."

"Is Chinese Kung Fu really that powerful? I think it's much better than boxing."

"Of course, our Chinese martial arts are profound and profound, and it is no problem to kill demons and eliminate demons. Our master is the descendant of authentic martial arts, and there are many powerful things."

The speaker is Zhang Changjiu. He naturally advocates that his master is powerful and Chinese martial arts are powerful. This set of rhetoric is basically what I heard when I listen to storytelling, and now it is all about Mu Yang. However, these foreigners are stunned.

"Dad, I want to learn kung fu. Will the master teach me kung fu?" Zhang Changjiu's son Zhang Song asked.

"You have to depend on the master's meaning. You can try to beg him. Also, you can tell your wife that the master and his wife have such a good relationship, right?" Zhang Changjiu also became interested. If his son also learned this skill, at least he would not be afraid of being bullied in this foreign country.

In the following days, Mu Yang lived in Malmo Manor for a while, mainly to consolidate the internal strength he had just obtained, and to practice some boxing and foot skills. If he only had internal strength but did not know how to use it, wouldn’t he become Duan Yu?

Mu Yang naturally has Song Qingshu's memories, Wudang Changquan, Mian Palm, and Tiger Claw are all hand skills, Rouyun Sword Technique, Taiji Sword Technique is the swordsman, Tiyun Zong is the light skills, and acupoint-clicking hands, etc.

But one problem is that although Mu Yang has the exercise method of these kung fu in his mind, he has not practiced these kung fu. It is difficult to use them in a coherent way, let alone hitting people.

The so-called practice is all about practicing calligraphy. The song is always in the mouth and fist, and the hands are always in the true portrayal of practice. Only when one skill is practiced deep into the bone marrow, the body will naturally remember it and use it instinct, instead of thinking about those moves when fighting. It is too late to think about the moves.

This is the case with Mu Yang now. It’s like he knew the recipe and had his own seasonings, fruits and vegetables. But how to make them into a plate of delicious food that is both colorful, fragrant and delicious is something Mu Yang needs to practice and master now.

However, Mu Yang also had a little depression and regret about this martial arts journey, that is, his behavior really ruined his childhood. Mu Yang's martial arts dream was completely shattered.

In my childhood memories, all the martial arts novels and the heroes on TV are all omnipotent, and they fight bad guys, but after experiencing it, I found that it was really just like that. The guns I brought with me can easily deal with those ordinary masters. Even a top master like Lu Zhanke can be completely abused and killed. Is there any need to practice martial arts?

Maybe this is the most fundamental reason for the decline of martial arts in modern society. Footing the Yitian Sword in my hand, Mu Yang sighed infinitely.

Reading books and practicing boxing. When they were fine, they took Xia Kejun to the nearby cities. Malmö was very close to Switzerland. As long as they crossed the strait, they ran to Switzerland for a few days off.

Since then, the servants of Malmo Manor often saw Mu Yang get up to exercise, sometimes practicing boxing and feet, sometimes practicing swords and swords. Mu Yang would practice light skills in the woods that were not crowded, jumping around between the branches from time to time. If the servants saw it, they would definitely be shocked.

Moreover, Mu Yang has two more disciples, one is Xia Kejun and the other is Zhang Song, who is Wu Ma’s youngest son. Speaking of which, Xia Kejun is not old, only eighteen years old. Although he is a little late to learn martial arts, he can still learn some physical strength with guidance from a famous teacher.

The so-called "sleeping with the master if you want to learn well" means that you often accompany the master and receive guidance from time to time. Isn't Xia Kejun just sleeping with the master? It is even more convenient to guide him. When the external skills are successful, Mu Yang is preparing to clear Xia Kejun's meridians and teach him Wudang's internal skills.

As for Zhang Song, this is trained as a successor. When he grows up, he may not be able to become a great helper to Malmo Manor.

The Translation Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, a deputy director and two directors are worried about one thing.

"Director Liu, this is the case. You see what we should do." said a director surnamed Shen.

Another Director Feng said: "The reality is now. There is no one in our department. How can we send people to the Ministry of Commerce? We can only tell them the truth. Besides, the second language of Maldives is English. Most of the officials understand English. I think it's enough to send a translator who understands English."

"It's not good. After all, it's also a national level negotiation. Although the level is lower, if we don't even bring an interpreter, it will be rude to our country. If the official in charge of the negotiation does not understand English, it will not be more troublesome at that time." Director Shen felt it was inappropriate.

"The population in the world in Divighi is only more than 300,000, and basically they are concentrated in the Maldives. Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs originally prepared two translators, but now they can't be sent out. What can I do? Do you have to go to the university to ask for help?" Director Feng said.

"It's not impossible to find someone to help. We have not had such precedents before. There are so many Ethnic languages. After all, the translation department of our Ministry of Foreign Affairs has limited talent reserves, so we have not cooperated with universities once or twice." Director Shen said.

At this time, Deputy Director Guo spoke: "I think so, I will first select from the department and adjust the files to see if there are any reserve talents in our department who understands Divish, or those of similar languages, they may be able to find a diamond buried in the sand. If it really doesn't work, please contact the teacher from outside. This is the task signed by the leader, and we have to bring the people out for them."

"Xiao Shen will do this matter, be sure to be fast." Deputy Director Guo was determined. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!