Ghost Valley descendants in the city

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The China Martial Arts Association is a national Xing mass sports group that promotes the development of martial arts, promotes the popularization of martial arts movement and the level of technological level.

The martial arts industry Xing Non -profit organization.

With Zhong Yiming's performance in the competition with the Beiyong Liuyun, it is also understandable by the Huaxia Martial Arts Association.

But what made Zhong Yiming have an opinion that the competition had passed for so long, and he did not receive an invitation from the Huaxia Martial Arts Association. Now that he is going to participate in the competition, he will come over to invite.

This has the feeling of using people as a gun.

"Surname Chen, why do you promise this invitation!" Zhong Yiming roared angrily.

Chen Huadong froze, "I expected you to be angry, but I didn't expect you to use this kind of inferior, vulgar words. It seems that I have to reduce the evaluation of you by one level."

"When did I use inferior, vulgar words?"

"Just when you scolded me!"

"Did I scold you just now?"

"Yes!"

"Don't remember, how do I scold you?"

"You say, my cao you uncle!"

Zhong Yiming smashed his mouth, "Well, as the head of a school, he used such inferior and vulgar words to abuse a student!"

"Stink boy, you pit me!" Chen Huadong's old face flushed.

"Allow you to pit me, don't allow me to pit you?" Zhong Yiming smiled dismissively, "Let's say, you can only blame you to react too slowly."

"Anyway, there is no one else here, and no one believes it when you say it!" Chen Huadong took the tea cup and took a pleasant sip.

Zhong Yiming's eyes narrowed into a seam, and the smile was creepy, "Really? Listen to this."

"I cao, uncle."

Zhong Yiming held a mobile phone in his hand, and after pressing the playback button, there was a saying. When he heard this sound, Chen Huadong was undoubtedly.

"Your kid recording? And just recorded this frame, why don't you do the agent?" Chen Huadong stunned.

Zhong Yiming's face was filled with a strong smile, "My Master said to me, what kind of method to use with what kind of person is used."

"Hurry up, let's talk about the Huaxia Martial Arts Association." Chen Huadong had a face.

Zhong Yiming shook the phone in his hand, "I won't go."

"You have to go."

Zhong Yiming stunned, "Give me a reason to go."

"I know you have always wanted to promote our Chinese traditional martial arts, but you just think about it. Have you ever made a detailed plan?"

Chen Huadong said expressionlessly, "You think you can open a training course, or set up a department to promote the traditional Chinese martial arts? If you think so, it is really naive."

Chen Huadong's words said in the heart of Zhong Yiming. Under the teachings and influence of Taiye, he has always taken care of the traditional Chinese martial arts, but he never found a breakthrough.

He has a weak heart. There is a strength in the emptiness but I don't know where to make it.

Zhong Yiming put the smile on his face, "You continue to say."

"The main reason why Huaxia traditional martial arts declined like this is that the brooms of the older generations of martial arts, Mo Shoucheng rules, and the hidden self -cultivation of some old masters, the clouds are light and light."

"Under such a case, the real traditional martial arts will not be circulated, which has led to the gradually transition of Chinese martial arts to the fitness body CAO. In addition, under the impact of some powerful fighting arts in other countries, our traditional martial arts

The sinking on the bottom fell down. ""

"So, if you want to promote Huaxia martial arts and start the name of my country's traditional martial arts, a powerful martial arts master must be used as spokespersons. As long as this person's reputation will be shifted, the sight of the world will be shifted. Like Bruce Lee at that time. ""

"Of course, it is obviously unrealistic by the power of a person alone. In this process, our school and most universities will form a traditional Chinese martial arts department, and then the country will introduce some compulsory Xing measures."

"As long as the name of this person has started, and CHAO, which is the wind of the whole people in the country, the rise of Chinese traditional martial arts will become simpler."

"So, you have to go this time in the world traditional martial arts competition held in the United States." Chen Huadong took a sip of tea and put down the cup and waited for Zhong Yiming's answer.

Zhong Yiming touched his nose, "Do you want me to be this spokesperson?"

"Although you are not very good -looking, the morality and strength are still passing, so I chose you." Chen Huadong's face showed a smile again.

Zhong Yiming took a picture on the screen of the mobile phone and squeezed his face again. "Old Chen, we are not a world of people at all, your aesthetics stay in the 1950s."

"I and your granddaughter should be a person in the world. I will introduce it to me someday. I invite me to dinner." Zhong Yiming added.

Seeing the stinky boy in front of him, he mentioned his granddaughter again, Chen Huadong stared at, "Your kid giving me a farther."

"Fat water does not flow outsiders Tian, ​​Lao Chen, we can be regarded as the door to the door, what do you say?" Zhong Yiming revealed his se.

Chen Huadong's old face has turned green, "You are a shameless hooligan. If my granddaughter finds a boyfriend like you in the future, I will kill it."

"Haha ... I am looking forward to that day."

"..."

"All procedures have been done for you. You are now a member of the Huaxia Martial Arts Association." After a while, Chen Huadong turned the topic again.

Zhong Yiming nodded, "When will the game start?"

"Next week, I will notify you again." Chen Huadong stood up, "Let me go, I will take you to see someone."

"Who?"

"Go to you, you will know."

"Don't you take me to see your granddaughter?"

"Get out."

"I'm not ready yet."

"Let me smoke you."

"Do you want to prepare a gift?"

"..."

The office building is a distance from the parking lot. On this way, Zhong Yiming's thoughts managed to inquire about Chen Huadong's granddaughter. After all, the old fox was an old fox, and his lips and tongue were not able to get the slightest information.

One is the principal of the school, a popular figure of a school, and the two walking on the road attracted countless students who passed by.

"Lao Chen, this is your car?" When he came to the parking lot, Zhong Yiming looked at the black SE Santana in front of him and dropped a jaw in surprise.

Chen Huadong opened the door and sat in, "Is it too bad? Then I will walk you for you."

"I mean you, as the principal of our Huaqing University, represent the face of our school. How can you drive such a car?" Zhong Yiming sat on the co -driver and asked in doubt.

Chen Huadong launched the car, "The school provided me with a BMW X6, which was too fuel -consuming. Generally, I rarely drove."

Just now, Zhong Yiming really saw a black SE BMW X6. I did not expect that he would not drive in a luxury car. He drove this broken Santana. In this regard, Zhong Yiming admired Chen Huadong.

In order to save fuel, the BMW is not open, and Santana is opened. I am afraid that only Chen Huadong can do it.

The car came near the Tiantan Park in Dongcheng District, and stopped before a six -story high -rise building.

"The State General Administration of Sports? Lao Chen, why take me here?" When he got out of the car, Zhong Yiming puzzled.

Locking the door, Chen Huadong walked towards the building first, "The director must see you name."

Zhong Yiming was stunned. The director of the State Administration of Sports was the Minister of the Ministry of Sports. The people at the minister level even named themselves, and Zhong Yiming instantly stunned.

"Easy, the director is a very simple person, but he likes you very much." In the elevator, Chen Huadong patted Zhong Yiming's shoulder.

After coming to the sixth floor, a middle -aged man wearing glasses greeted him. "President Chen, the director is waiting for you in it."

"Thank you Secretary Huang." This middle -aged man is the secretary of the director, named Huang Zhiyuan.

Huang Zhiyuan smiled, "President Chen doesn't have to be so polite. This is Mr. Zhong Yiming, I am your fan."

"Oh, Brother Huang loved it, and made me be flattered." Zhong Yiming replied.

The smile on Huang Zhiyuan's face was a little strong, and then he took the road ahead.

"Director, President Chen and Mr. Zhong Yiming are here."

In one of the offices, an old man who is older than Chen Huadong is making tea. He is the director of the State General Administration of Sport Zhao Yulong. Huang Zhiyuan brought the two to here.

"Zhiyuan, go busy first, I'll entertain them." Zhao Yulong said with a smile.

Huang Zhiyuan retreated, while Chen Huadong and Zhong Yiming walked forward.

This old man looks sixty -year -old, with a thin body, wearing a Tang suit with a green SE, and is very kind -looking, giving people a feeling of wanting to get close.

"Lao Chen, Yiming, come to drink tea." Three cups of tea have been made on the coffee table. Zhao Yulong beckoned to the two.

In front of the coffee table, Chen Huadong was very easy -going. After all, he and Zhao Yulong met each other, and Zhong Yiming had a trace of restraint.

"Yiming, Lao Chen told you?" Zhao Yulong always had a smile on his face.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Zhong Yiming would think of Taiye Li, put down the tea cup and smiled, "All said, I agree."

"Very good, our Chinese traditional martial arts need you like your ideal and powerful young people." Zhang Yulong said that he was full of anger.

Zhong Yiming's face was reddish, "the director is praised."

"Oh, I have watched your kid's videos, very powerful!"

Zhao Yulong's deep eyes flashed a hint of appreciation. "This time I went to the United States to participate in the competition, and you led you to the team. I have appointed you as the head of the team."

"How can I do this? My qualifications are not deep, my experience is shallow, I can't bear such a big burden." Zhong Yiming was shocked and quickly rejected.

Zhao Yulong laughed, "I believe in my eyes, you must do it."

Seeing that he was difficult to push off, Zhong Yiming could only nod with helplessly, "Can I bring a few friends to participate in this game?"

"Of course, all you can see is jing Ying, I still can't ask for it."

Zhao Yulong handed it to Zhong Yiming a piece of paper, "The specific time of the game has not been set, and you will notify you in advance. This will introduce the traditional martial arts of this participating country in detail, take it back to see it."

The three talked for a while, Zhong Yiming and Chen Huadong left.

After returning to school, Yi Xin's phone called, "I know you have no class today, and go to my house for dinner at noon."

PS; The old ghost built a discussion group. Interested friends can add it to play. The group number is 37498583. In fact, there is another main reason that caused Huaxia martial arts to fall.

Please forgive me.