After a moment, a foreign man with a big belly with a height of more than two meters walked out, pushed his glasses, looked at Jing Ge several times through the door, and asked in a weird Chinese: "Chinese?"

Jing Ge nodded and said, "Yes, I'll look for Ling Meiling."

"Who are you?"

"I was her younger brother Ling Zhentian who asked me to come here, so I have something to do with her." Jing Ge replied patiently.

The foreign man looked at Jing Ge a few more times before opening the door: "Please come in! My name is Neo, and I am Anlun's lover. What is your name? What are you doing with me Anlun?"

Jing Ge looked at the environment inside while walking and replied casually: "My name is Jing Ge. I asked her to take me to a nearby museum. I don't know where it is."

Neo nodded after hearing this, and did not ask any more questions. He pushed open the door and was about to invite Jing Ge in, a big snow-white wolfdog jumped out of the door with a "swoosh".

Because Jing Ge was polite, he didn't use his spiritual sense to pay attention in advance. He jumped back more than ten meters away without any defense. He looked at it vigilantly and found that it was a dog, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He jumped more than ten meters away. Neo was shocked by this scene and his eyes were bulging out. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, gave him a thumbs up, and shouted: "Chinese Kung Fu!"

Jing Ge smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

After entering the door, Neo handed Jing Ge a glass of water and smiled and said, "Anlun is out and will not come back in the evening. You can sit for a while, don't worry."

Compared with the time difference between the United States and China, it is now afternoon. Jing Ge looked at the layout of the entire living room and felt that it was very casual. The whole room was sunny and simple in style, with a pure Western style. The floor, stairs, and ceilings were all made of wooden and painted in snow-white colors. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows almost replaced the entire wall. The curtains were fixed in the corners, and the bright sun shone directly in. Jing Ge looked out and could clearly see the tall buildings in the distance and the clouds in the sky.

Jing Ge nodded and said, "I'm not in a hurry." As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw a long hunting rifle hanging on the wall. Above the hunting rifle was a huge family photo, with two mixed-race children. He saw a large character written on the wall on the other side with a brush, which was very imposing, and the word "wu". Jing Ge's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the name signed on it was Ling Meiling at first glance, and thought to himself: "It seems that he is really a martial arts practitioner."

When it was almost dark, Ling Meiling didn't wait for her, but she waited for her two sons. The older one was about fifteen years old, and she looked one head taller than Jing Ge. Her younger son was about the same height as Jing Ge, and she had not lost her childishness on her face. She should not be old. As soon as she came back, she saw Jing Ge and smiled and greeted her in English.

"What are these foreigners eating? Why are they so tall one by one?" Jing Ge was not used to looking up at people with his head.

Jing Ge is only sixteen years old, only about 1.7 meters tall, and looks thin, very skinny and has no sense of security.

The big one looks no different from a foreigner, while the small one looks very similar to a Chinese, except for hair and eyes. Of course, the most special straight nose of a foreigner is naturally not without. They walked to Neo and said a few words to him, their eyes lit up, and they walked over and smiled, "Chinese, do you know Chinese Kung Fu?"

Jing Ge nodded and said, "I know a little bit."

"Please teach us! Mommy refused to teach us because she was afraid that we would fight and would cause us to be bullied at school!" the two said at the same time.

"This--" Jing Ge was stunned for a moment and said, "I'll only stay here for a few days, how can I teach you?" He said, "Besides, I didn't know how to do it!"

When the two heard this, they were depressed. The younger brother suddenly said, "Then can you perform for us? I like Chinese Kung Fu the most."

"Performance?" Jing Ge smiled and said, "Okay! Come with me to the yard!"

If Jing Ge was not interested in performing at all, he was just feeling something today, and was curious about foreigners, so he agreed to them.

Shenshi had noticed a large millstone in the yard, with dumbbells piled up next to it, sandbags hanging. A big knife and a steel stick were hung in the corner of the wall. Jing Ge walked to the side and said to the two children: "How do you want me to perform?"

"Like mommy, play with a big knife!" The young child was very excited.

Jing Ge lifted the knife and felt that it was as light as a feather, but he couldn't use any tricks, so he said, "I am only good at strength and no skills. If I want to perform, I will only break the knife, which is a pity!"

Neo, who followed him out to watch the fun, smiled and said, "Then don't want it anymore. This knife is Anlun's treasure. If it is broken, her anger will be even more fierce than a volcanic eruption."

Jing Ge handed the knife to the older child and said, "You use the knife to chop me."

"Ah?" The three foreigners were all shocked.

Jing Ge smiled and took a quick step to the ground, stepped on the floor made of gravel particles into ankle hole, and shouted: "Cut it, it's okay!"

The child holding the knife looked at Neo, and saw that he had no objection, he bit his teeth and slashed down lightly at Jing Ge's hand, but was directly rebounded by Jing Ge's skin. The knife weighed thirty or forty kilograms. Under the rebound effect, he loosened his hand and fell to the ground, making a light clanging sound.

Jing Ge grinned: "Your strength is too small!"

"I'll do it!" The little child's face turned red and he picked up the knife excitedly. He saw that Jing Ge had just been stabbed, not even a red mark, and he was very relieved.

Jing Ge thought to himself, "This child has a violent personality and is very brave."

The young child raised the knife, roared, and slashed hard at Jing Ge's hand. Neo was frightened and opened his mouth wide, fearing that Jing Ge's hand would fly up in the sky and blood would squirt.

As a result, Jing Ge was fine. He shook the child over and sat on the ground.

Jing Ge laughed and said, "Do you still want to perform?"

"Neo, what are you doing?" A suspicious voice came from behind. When Jing Ge heard the sound, he saw a mature woman with long hair looking at him and said, "Are you Ling Meiling?"

Neo walked over and smiled and said, "Dear, I'm back. He is Jing Ge, and it was your brother who asked him to come to find you and asked you to take him to a museum."

Ling Meiling said "Oh" and said to Jing Ge: "So you are the Jing Ge who saved Xinxin. What are you doing just now?"

Jing Ge said: "They wanted me to perform some martial arts, so I performed some."

When Ling Meiling heard this, she became interested and asked: "What kind of martial arts are you practicing? Tell me what level of practice you have practiced, and who is the master?"

Jing Ge smiled and said, "I only know a little bit, master, master is Li Yongtang."

"Li Yongtang?" Ling Meiling thought for a while, "I seem to have heard of it, but I have been abroad for too long and I am not familiar with the situation in China. However, among foreign overseas Chinese, I know a few friends from the martial arts world and occasionally discuss it."

"I heard from her tone, she seems to be very good at martial arts?" Jing Ge thought of this in his heart, but did not ask.

Ling Meiling said: "What did you perform just now? Why did my knife run to the roof?"

Just as Jing Ge was about to speak, Ling Meiling's youngest son jumped out and said excitedly: "Mommy, brother is so awesome! I cut him with a knife, but he was not injured!" Several English exclaims came out in succession.

Ling Meiling was shocked, looked at Jing Ge a few more times and said, "Little brother, let's talk?"

Jing Ge refused and said, "Okay!"

"You back!" Ling Meiling waved her hand, and after they retreated, she took a deep breath. Her originally slim figure suddenly swelled a little, and the temperature around her seemed to have risen a few degrees. Jing Ge was shocked when he felt this.

Before Jing Ge was surprised, Ling Meiling stomped her feet and pressed her whole body up, and she directly used her close-up battle. Jing Ge narrowed her eyes and a seemingly light palm had already grabbed in front of her with lightning speed.

Jing Ge took a step back and avoided his face. Ling Meiling's hand directly stuck his neck. It seemed that the battle was about to end, and a trace of disappointment appeared in her eyes, and she was about to lock Jing Ge's neck and throw him out.

If it is a life-and-death battle, Ling Meiling would not throw him out, but would directly break his neck. It would be unnecessary to be so serious in the competition, just stop when it is better.

As soon as Ling Meiling locked Jing Ge's neck, she felt like a piece of iron was locked in her hand, and she was suddenly shocked.

Jing Ge did not move at all. While she was stunned, she instantly pinched her wrist with her left hand, moved her head side, and moved her right hand backwards, and hit her chest with the other hand as an elbow.

The reason why Jing Ge wanted to grab her was because only by grasping her could she hit her. If Jing Ge only made a punch, Ling Meiling could avoid it calmly. Now, Jing Er grabbed her hand, and she could not dodge at all except to resist.

Ling Meiling's hands shook, trying to break free from Jing Ge's wrist, but she could not easily break Jing Ge's strength? In desperation, she stretched out her left hand, gently patted Jing Ge's elbow, and barely dodged her feet, and at the same time she also removed the strength of Jing Ge's elbow.

Seeing this, Jing Ge pinched her wrist and pulled it back hard, and at the same time shook his head and hit her violently.

Ling Meiling was shocked, twisted her slender waist, her feet became a divine dragon's tail, and drew a semicircle in the air. Her right arm instantly softened, and the force thrown by her feet was twisted into 150 degrees. Her left hand pressed her shoulder on Jing Ge, avoiding the impact of his head, jumped in front of him, and turned her back to him.

"Her bones are so soft!" Jing Ge said intimately. If an ordinary person had twisted his hands like this, the bones would have been dislocated, but Ling Meiling was fine. As soon as her feet fell to the ground, her right hand bent inward, her neck leaned back along her waist, and her left hand was inserted into his eyes like lightning.

Ling Meiling had already seen that Jing Ge's strength was not something she could resist. When locking his neck, she knew that Jing Ge's body had a strong resistance to strike and had never encountered such a strong horizontal practice. Only such a person had the most fragile eyes. Therefore, he could only rely on his eyes to force him to retreat and let go, free up his right hand, and then jump out of the circle immediately before making plans.
Chapter completed!