Chapter 820 The last time to practice boxing

When Yang Hua wanted to say the words "The girl I like", he thought about it and swallowed it.

Nalan Yanran didn't ask any more questions because she could already feel it.

"What's the end?" Nalan Yanran asked.

When the question came to the end, Yang Hua's face began to look ugly.

Because the final ending was so sad, it made him heartbroken.

He said: "In the end, your sister gave her soul to me for me, and that's why I became who I am today. If it weren't for her, I might have died long ago, and I would never have met you."

Yang Hua said silently, and his deep voice reached Nalan Yanran's ears word by word.

Nalan Yanran did not interrupt what he said, but listened quietly.

It turns out that this is how he and his sister met.

No wonder. He keeps saying that he owes Youruo everything.

"Ever since I learned the truth, I vowed to save her and provide for her, but I was too selfish and failed to take good care of Youruo because I was busy with my own affairs. I feel sorry for her."

Yang Hua's voice became increasingly sad as he spoke.

Nalan Yanran said nothing.

Because she didn't know what the man in front of her had gone through in the past few years.

If she had known this man a long time ago, she would never think that Yang Hua was selfish and that those things were what he should do.

"I owe her my whole life," Yang Hua said, looking up at the thick black night.

I saw Nalan Yanran looking at him, thinking for a while and comforting her: "It's okay, my sister will be fine soon."

Yang Hua didn't speak anymore, he just blinked his dark eyes and looked at the distant night sky, thinking about his thoughts.

Nalan Yanran was silent for a while.

"What are you going to do about tomorrow?" Nalan Yanran not only thought about it but looked at Yang Hua and asked.

Yang Hua slowly turned his head: "According to circumstances."

Nalan Yanran thought for a while.

"It seems that's all it can do,"

Yang Hua sighed and said, "I hope that shadow tomorrow will not be a murderous demon."

That night, Yang Hua and Nalan Yanran chatted until very late before going to bed.

When I woke up in the morning, the brothers had all woken up early, and they were all standing at the door as if looking at something in surprise.

Yang Hua was not only stunned.

"Dabiao, Xiaoquan, what are you doing?" Yang Hua asked as he put on his shoes.

Zhang Dabiao and the others who were standing at the door heard Brother Hua's voice and said, "Brother Hua, you're awake, come and see."

"What's wrong?" Yang Hua was stunned, put on his shoes and walked over.

"Brother Hua, these people are so strange? What are they doing?"

As Zhang Dabiao said this, Yang Hua not only came over.

In the courtyard, suddenly every apprentice of Uncle Chen had changed into pure white cloth clothes today.

With black headscarves still wrapped around their heads, everyone was kneeling outside the door, clasping their hands together as if praying.

Such a scene undoubtedly shocked Yang Hua and others.

"What are they doing?" Yang Hua asked.

Jiang Zifang on the side shook his head.

"Maybe it's a Thai custom," Jiang Zifang said.

Yang Hua turned around and saw that these people were kneeling there one by one. They were all barefoot and without shoes.

Just kneeling quietly outside the martial arts training ground, each with their hands clasped together, seemingly a Buddhist custom in Thailand, chanting and staying there quietly.

"Strange." Zhang Dabiao sighed.

I saw that the door next to Yang Hua suddenly opened with a creak at this time.

Nalan Yanran, who had jet black hair, also walked out this time.

When she saw the scene outside the door, she was not only stunned. Looking at her surprised look, she obviously didn't know what was going on?

Not only did Yang Hua look at Yang Hua with those questioning eyes, Yang Hua shook his head and said he didn't know.

I saw these people in front of me kneeling like this.

I don’t know how long these people have been kneeling, and I don’t know what they are kneeling for.

Yang Hua couldn't understand.

Just when they were surprised, they saw Uncle Chen slowly walking out from the front house.

He changed his clothes today.

It is a formal competition clothing.

Short sleeves, shorts.

The exposed strong muscles are still highlighted.

When he walked out, his eyes not only glanced at everyone present.

His eyes seemed to be trying to fight hard, and when he saw Yang Hua, he only paused slightly.

Then he roared at the kneeling disciples present: "What are you doing?"

"Why don't you get up?"

A loud roar.

The disciples who were kneeling there slowly raised their heads and looked at Uncle Chen in front of them, but no one stood up.

"Everyone, get up."

Uncle Chen was so angry that he rushed forward, grabbed a disciple by his shoulders and threw him to his feet.

The disciple didn't move and let him beat and scold him.

"You, you," the furious Uncle Chen suddenly covered his heart with his hands, as if he was in pain.

"Master."

With an exclamation, several disciples in front rushed forward and supported the shaky Uncle Chen.

I saw Uncle Chen gasping for air, and then he slowly relieved the pain in his heart, and said to the disciples in front of him: "You guys are going to piss me off to death."

"Master, with a body like yours, how can you beat me today?" I heard one disciple say with red eyes.

Uncle Chen pushed away the disciple beside him and stood up with force.

"Who says I can't fight?"

He said angrily with red eyes.

Those disciples didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Uncle Chen didn't pay any attention to them.

Slowly walked to one of the wooden stakes placed on the martial arts field.

Suddenly he stretched out a pair of calloused hands and touched the martial arts practice stake in front of him like a relative.

He murmured: "You have been with me for fifteen years, and today I will practice for the last time."

As he spoke, he suddenly and slowly tightened his stance.

Both elbows slowly hit the wooden pile that was as thick as a strong arm.

One move after another, the movements gradually turned slowly and slowly into speed.

Southern Muay Thai focuses on boxing routines, and the entire fighting center is placed on the elbows and knees. It is basically the same as Northern Muay Thai, but its lethality is not as fierce as Northern Muay Thai.

Because everyone knows that Southern Muay Thai sometimes pays too much attention to moves.

The moves may look good, but they may not always be very useful.

Just like a beautiful woman, although she is beautiful, she may not be a good woman.
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