At this time, the newly rented yard was already busy, and the younger brothers got up earlier than him.
This is a private house, which is also on the same street as Baozhilin. It was rented by Zhu Zhurong through his introduction.
The courtyard of the house is quite large and there is a well, which is enough for Wu Dong and his party's daily needs.
There are enough rooms. In addition to rooms used as dormitories, study rooms, and pharmacies, there are also several rooms for storing medicinal materials.
Seeing Yan Zhendong instructing the younger brothers to exercise, he just said "Master Yan, be careful", then he jumped up into the air with his feet on the ground, and thrust his hands directly at Yan Zhendong's shoulders with claws.
"Well done!"
Without looking back, Yan Zhendong suddenly twisted his waist and punched out.
Just when Wu Dong was falling from the sky, he struck out with a claw as sharp as a goshawk striking a rabbit.
There was a snap, and there was a muffled sound as the fists and claws hit each other.
Wu Dong withdrew his strength in time, but was still shaken by the huge force from his hand, causing his upper body to tilt backwards.
But his legs took advantage of the situation and turned into two long whips to sweep out fiercely.
At this time, his entire body was parallel to the ground, and the Eagle Claw Technique was not only a hand skill, but also had moves on his feet.
Yan Zhendong chuckled, turning his fist into claws to accurately grasp the ankle of the long leg that was pulled out from the air.
"Keep practicing the basics, you kid, don't be too ambitious!"
With a flick of his hand, Wu Dong flipped back in the air, controlled his balance in mid-air and landed steadily, but Yan Zhendong's warning came in his ears.
"Don't worry, Master Yan, I won't slack off even a day!"
He was not discouraged. He had been practicing Eagle Claw Kung Fu for so long. It was not surprising that he could not defeat Yan Zhendong, a senior master.
There is a huge gap in physical strength, and there is also a huge gap in moves. At this time, the combat effectiveness of the two is not at the same level.
Wu Dong was quite curious about Yan Zhendong's actual combat power, but unfortunately he never had the chance to see it.
You can't just come to the door for no reason and have a fight with Huang Feihong, right?
At this time, Yan Zhendong did not set up a stall to perform, so naturally he would not be an eyesore to the Yue Family Sword and Martial Arts School, and others would not mess around easily.
As for Zhu Rong, even Wu Dong can see his true level, which is probably much worse than Yan Zhendong.
Of course, Wu Dong hoped that Yan Zhendong would never get the opportunity to take action with all his strength.
When that time comes, it is estimated that Wu Dong and his subordinates will not be in a good situation.
After the early morning exercise was over and the medicinal breakfast was finished, a few of the younger brothers were left to guard the house while the others all set out to do business at the port.
When we arrived at the place, we still set up the stall next to Pork Rong's pork stall. This guy was at the busiest time of the day and didn't even have time to say hello.
After the stall was officially opened and the business was on track, Wu Dong walked over to Zhu Rong and asked curiously: "Hey, didn't you say that Master Huang is coming? Why haven't you seen anyone yet? You don't know how?
Was it because of me?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Zhu Rong suddenly inserted the bone-chopping knife in his hand into the thick chopping board, and shouted angrily: "The Black Flag Army has morning exercises today, and my master has to go over and give guidance first!"
As he spoke, he wiped his fat hands stained with oil on the leather skirt of his body, his fat face full of dissatisfaction.
"Why such a big reaction?"
Wu Dong was not frightened, so he retorted angrily: "Am I waiting to be examined?"
"Have you figured it out?"
"What have you figured out? Didn't you say it's good? Of course I have to continue!"
"You're such a naughty boy!"
Zhu Zhurong laughed angrily and scolded: "As long as you don't let go, the benefits of this time will not escape!"
As he spoke, he patted Wu Dong's head with his oily, fat hands that had not been wiped clean, and said in a serious tone: "Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future!"
"Stop it!"
Wu Dong made a mistake and moved away from Zhu Rong's fat paws, and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Judging from your appearance, something must have happened!"
"I can tell you to know, but you have to keep it a secret!"
Zhu Zhurong pretended to be secretive and said: "My master said that Mr. Liu is going to support him in forming the Foshan Militia, and I will also be one of the leaders of the Foshan Militia!"
Tsk…
Foshan militia?
How could I forget this? There are no militia groups in Foshan at this time.
But at the beginning of the movie, the scene where Huang Feihong and a group of militia brothers practice martial arts on the beach shouldn't be too classic.
The subsequent plot and the series of events that occurred are all closely related to the vigilante group.
If the Shahe Gang wants to be a fierce dragon across the river, it will naturally face off against the Foshan militia.
The government was afraid of the Black Flag Army, and naturally had no favorable impressions of the Foshan militia, which had a close relationship with the Black Flag Army.
It can be said that all the bad luck that Huang Feihong encountered in the movie actually originated from the Foshan militia.
Of course, Huang Feihong's successful escape in the end was also related to the Foshan militia.
In Wu Dong's view, Huang Feihong was too much of a gentleman. Otherwise, with his status as the leader of a militia group and his reputation in Foshan, he could easily become a flag-bearer among the local gentry in Foshan.
Whether it is a gang or the government, if you want to target such an existence, you must carefully consider it. One wrong move may lead to serious consequences.
Such thoughts just flashed through Wu Dong's mind.
Seeing Zhu Rong's uncomfortable and proud expression, Wu Dong curled his lips and ignored it, turned around and left without saying anything.
It was not until the sun was about to rise above the head, the Pork Wing stalls had already been sold out, and the dock coolies were preparing to take a rest, that Huang Feihong arrived belatedly.
There was a trace of unsolvable sadness in this guy's eyebrows, and he didn't know what kind of trouble he had encountered.
Zhu Zhurong took the initiative to greet him and accompanied him to the soup and medicine stall.
"Master Huang is here, would you like a bowl?"
Wu Dong personally stood in front of the soup can and asked with a smile: "I guarantee that Master Huang will be satisfied!"
Yan Zhendong, who was standing next to him, had a twitching corner of his mouth. He obviously didn't have much acting talent.
"Okay, here's a bowl, I'm just about to taste it!"
He took a gentle sniff of the scent of the soup floating in the air. As a master of medical skills, he instantly identified some medicinal materials, but he always felt that they were too ordinary.
Subconsciously, he took the sea bowl from Wu Dong and drank it in one gulp without any pretense.
When the hot soup enters the stomach and spreads, I feel refreshed and my tired look disappears in an instant.
At the same time, he also felt that his body and limbs were full of strength, and some of the original feeling of fatigue also disappeared.
"Okay, it's really good stuff!"
I personally experienced the magical effect of a handful of soup, and carefully understood the physical and mental changes.
At the same time, he kept thinking about the medicinal ingredients in the soup, and finally couldn't help but explain his purpose: "My brother, Huang plans to introduce your soup to the Black Flag Army officers..."