"Hehe, what the young master said is that Zhong Fuhong, this old guy, is already in a hurry, and he can't hold his breath."

Mo Lao sat on the side and touched his beard, chuckling, he didn't expect that this old guy would have today, and he would be forced to be so urgent today.

Zhong Lou nodded noncommittally, for Zhong Fuhong, an old fox, he finally showed his feet, since this is the case, then it is time for him to show his skills.

"Then young master, are we going to this funeral that Zhong Fuhong held for his son?"

Mo Lao raised his head slowly, looking at Zhong Lou with some curiosity, since they knew the true purpose of Zhong Fuhong's funeral, did they still need to go? Anyway, it's just a good time to go and watch a good show.

"Go, of course."

Zhong Lou slowly straightened up, stretched his waist, and suddenly crackled all over his body, he was a little bored to sit, he sat in the villa every day and fiddled with power, he was also bored, it was time to go out and breathe.

"Hehe, young master, looking at your posture, are you going to go in person?"

Mo Lao chuckled, looking at Zhong Lou's posture, didn't he want to go out in person? Suddenly became a little curious, if Zhong Lou really went to Zhong Hu's funeral, I don't know what the faces of those forces in the family would be.

"yes, I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, so I can just go out to breathe, right?"

Zhong Lou slowly stood up, stretched his waist, and chuckled at Mo Lao, he was really a little curious about how Zhong Fuhong would perform this good show.

"Hehe, young master, if you go, then I will save a lot of effort."

Mo Lao touched his beard and laughed, he thought that Zhong Lou would send him, this was already to give Zhong Fuhong face, but he didn't expect Zhong Lou to go in person, it would be much more interesting to go on like this, Mo Lao can also relax, with the young master here, he doesn't need to come forward at all, he just needs to stay by Zhong Lou's side to protect his safety.

"Hehe, Mo Lao, I also feel itchy to watch you go out all day long, I haven't done it for a long time, and I don't know if Zhong Fuhong will give him a chance."

Zhong Lou rubbed his wrist and said casually, don't forget that he is Mo Lao's student, although he has only been teaching for a while, but what Zhong Lou has done during that time has made Mo Lao praise again and again, and in the end, even he is not as good as a teacher.

Zhong Lou is completely blue out of blue and better than blue, and Mo Lao has been staying by Zhong Lou's side, which is a bit redundant, but this is arranged by Zhong Lou, in order to hide people's eyes and ears and give people an illusion; There is also the fact that Mo Lao is not a master-servant relationship with Zhong Lou at all, but a relationship between a teacher and a friend, Zhong Lou still hopes that Mo Lao will accompany him to guide him and assist him.

Mo Lao has always known about this, but he has hidden it in his heart.

Looking at Zhong Lou's confident face, Mo Lao smiled happily on his face.

"Young master, you better stop making a move, let me come."

Mo Lao chuckled, he knew Zhong Lou very well, he also knew how much energy he had, sometimes he was a sixty-year-old and still had to rely on Zhong Lou.

If he really let him make a move, wouldn't the purpose of their cover-up for so many years be exposed? Of course, if Zhong Lou really made a move, it would be impossible for others to see it, and even if he was accidentally seen by others, those people would be killed.

"Hehe, Mo Lao, what should I do if my hands are itchy?"

Zhong Lou chuckled, obviously what he just said was a routine, of course he knew, but he really had some itchy hands, for the sake of Mo Lao's words, in order to set out Mo Lao's words.

Looking at Zhong Lou's smug smile, Mo Lao shook his head helplessly.

"Oh, I'm so old and confused." Mo Lao rubbed his eyebrows, slowly stood up, and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

He stretched out a hand to Zhong Lou, and then said with a smile on his face:

"In that case, then please."

"I, the teacher, also want to see if the young master's kung fu has regressed recently."

Mo Lao stood there in a daze, stretched out a hand, although he was already sixty years old, but the body standing there was very straight, standing there, like a mountain, faintly a huge breath burst out, Mo Lao has always restrained his momentum, and he can already restrain his breath when he reaches this height.

"Hehe, Mo Lao, this is what you said."

"Then you're welcome."

Zhong Lou chuckled, slowly clenched his fists, kicked his feet, his calves violently exerted, and a momentum that was not weaker than Mo Lao burst out from Zhong Lou's body, Zhong Lou turned into a blurred figure and rushed directly towards Mo Lao.

"Mo Lao, be careful."

Zhong Lou smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, and smashed his fist towards Mo Lao, with a strong momentum.

"Young master, you really don't show mercy at all."

Mo Lao slowly straightened his body, clenched his fists, with a smile on his face, and flashed Zhong Lou's fist sideways, and then smashed it with his sandbag-sized fist.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhong Lou's mouth rose slightly, turned around violently, clenched his fists and didn't dodge, and smashed towards Mo Lao's fist, obviously trying to fight him.

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, and a sonic boom came from the living room.

The bodyguard standing at the door looked inside in shock.

"What's going on here, why is there so much movement?"

The bodyguard in black uniform stood quietly in the doorway, glancing through the window.

But it was already over inside, I saw Zhong Lou, Mo Lao and the two of them standing there slowly, the two looked at each other and smiled, just after a brief discussion, Mo Lao already knew the strength of Zhong Lou now, and he really did not regress.

"Hehe, the young master has made great progress, and I can't resist it in the face of the young master."

Mo Lao chuckled lightly and whispered to Zhong Lou, he was indeed a little surprised that Zhong Lou's current kung fu was faintly about to surpass him as a master.

"Old Mo's subordinates have shown mercy."

Zhong Lou rubbed his wrist, he obviously felt that Mo Lao was merciful to his subordinates just now, and he didn't use all his strength at all.

"Hehe, I was discovered by the young master."

After all, Mo Lao is sixty years old, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his martial arts have reached an unfathomable level.

The corners of Zhong Lou's mouth rose slightly, compared to Mo Lao, he always felt that it was still a little worse.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and there was no need to say much.

"Well, Mo Lao, let's prepare."

"It's time to go."