It was a clear and sunny day, and Bao Zhilin's business was neither salty nor light as usual. It was rare for Huang Qiying and Huang Feihong to be at home at the same time, so they simply went to the main hall to sit down and give advice to the apprentices on their medical skills.
Baozhilin is one of the most famous medical clinics in Chancheng. It specializes in treating bruises and injuries. The secret tiger bone plaster is distributed throughout the Lingnan apricot forest community and is also a famous good product.
When Lei Hu walked into Baozhilin, Huang Qiying had just seen off the last patient and his family members in the main hall.
"This doesn't seem to be Zhongyi Hall's territory. What are you doing here?"
Seeing Lei Hu entering the door, Huang Feihong frowned, stood up and came to greet him, asking in a somewhat unhappy tone.
Huang Qiying looked over with sharp eyes, stabbing like a pair of knives, making Lei Hu feel uncomfortable.
The atmosphere in Baozhilin's main hall suddenly became awkward and solemn. Several apprentices around him didn't even dare to take a breath, and their faces turned pale with fear and were at a loss.
"Who said I'm here just to collect protection money?"
Lei Hu felt dumbfounded. Has his reputation become so bad?
Besides, Baozhilin is located on the main street of Chancheng, the Huang family is a local squire, and both father and son are famous martial arts masters in Lingnan. Which gang would be crazy enough to come to Baozhilin to collect protection money.
"Then why are you here in Baozhilin?"
Although Huang Feihong's face was not very good, his posture was still quite right, and he had a bit of the bearing of a feudal scholar-official.
Lei Hu smiled slightly, not caring about Huang Feihong's attitude. He glanced at Huang Qiying, who was sitting silently next to him, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm here to learn martial arts from my master!"
scare!
Huang Feihong was stunned, Huang Qiying shook the teacup in his hand, and the apprentices in Baozhilin were stunned...
Is there any mistake?
I have never seen anyone who becomes a disciple as confident as Lei Hu. This time it is an eye-opener.
It's been a while...
Huang Feihong regained his clarity and said in confusion: "Lei Hu, you are already very strong, why do you want to become a disciple? Don't you have no master before?"
As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Lei Hu's bare head intentionally or unintentionally, and the meaning was obvious.
In other words, Lei Hu has become the best player in the world of Chancheng in a short period of time, which naturally attracts people's attention, and they are very curious about his origins.
Lei Hu's bald image can easily lead people to associate him with Southern Shaolin, thinking that Lei Hu gained such a great reputation because of the martial arts inheritance from Southern Shaolin.
Moreover, his fighting style is also very similar to Shaolin Kung Fu, which naturally confirms others' suspicions.
Southern Shaolin is a giant in the southern martial arts world, and it doesn’t have too many martial arts resources at hand. A guy like Lei Hu, who is suspected of being a disciple of Southern Shaolin, actually came to Baozhilin and said he wanted to become a disciple. Isn’t this a joke?
Maybe, if they are not careful, they will become enemies with Southern Shaolin. Huang Qiying and Huang Feihong, father and son, may not be afraid, but they have no intention of offending Southern Shaolin for the sake of outsiders.
"Who said I have a master?"
Seeing the doubts in Huang Feihong's heart at a glance, Lei Hu smiled leisurely and said, "If I really want to have a master, why should I come to Baozhilin to become a disciple?"
"You don't have a teacher?"
Huang Feihong was shocked. Unlike his father Huang Qiying, who had never seen the fierceness of Lei Hu's attacks, he still remembered Lei Hu's fierce methods. He didn't believe it: "Your strength is very powerful!"
"Master Huang, can't you see that my skills are all military martial arts routines?"
Lei Hu said calmly: "As for my strength, it basically comes from my strong physical foundation!"
Although this answer made people feel unbelievable and arrogant, Huang Feihong didn't say anything more. He looked at Lei Hu with a rather complicated look, but he had no intention of accepting a disciple.
"Ahem, Thunder Tiger, right?"
At this time, Huang Qiying, who had been sitting silently next to him, suddenly spoke, looking directly at Lei Hu with a pair of sharp eyes, and said loudly: "You should go back, our father and son will not accept you as a disciple!"
"Why?"
Lei Hu was not discouraged by the rejection at all, and asked directly: "If it is a matter of practicing martial arts, isn't it the same for Lin Shirong?"
"Asking even though you know it!"
Huang Qiying's eyes flashed and she said directly, "Bao Zhilin does not accept people from the gang!"
Lei Hu was silent after hearing this, and the atmosphere in Baozhilin's main hall suddenly became a little heavy and depressing.
Naturally, Huang Qiying and Huang Feihong were not affected at all, but the medical apprentices were a little uneasy. The name of Mr. Tiger of Zhongyi Hall was quite intimidating.
"What a joke!"
After a long time, Lei Hu did not leave directly. Instead, he showed disdain and looked at Huang Qiying with a sneer and asked: "Is this Bao Zhilin's reason?"
"What, what do you think?"
Huang Qiying spoke in a deep voice and sneered, "If you have anything to say, just say it. If you don't have anything to say, please leave directly!"
"Hey, you two Masters Huang, aren't you from Hongmen?"
Lei Hu sneered again and again and made his words clear directly; "Hongmen is not still a gang organization. You two used the excuse that I am a gang member to refuse, which is a bit too much!"
If he had told someone else, he might have admitted it.
But Huang Qiying shouldn't use the excuse that he is a member of a gang.
Not to mention that he did not worship Xiangtang, so he could not be considered a real member of the gang. At this time, who in the martial arts community in the entire south had nothing to do with Hongmen?
"Wangzhi, Hongmen and the Zhongyi Hall where you are, can they be the same thing?"
Huang Qiying scolded angrily and looked at Lei Hu with a rather unkind look.
"What difference could it make?"
Lei Hu, on the other hand, was not afraid and sneered, "We still rely on extortion to survive. Oh, I forgot. The Hongmen family has a great business. They have also worked as bandits and robbers. They must have a hand in buying and selling cigarettes!"
Having said this, he shook his head and curled his lips and said, "Why do you feel that the organization I am talking about is so full of evil that it is difficult to describe it?"
"you you you……"
Huang Qiying was very angry, but she didn't know how to refute.
Lei Hu didn't mean to shut up, and said with a smile: "The Hongmen of today is completely different from the Hongmen of when it was first established. Although the Hui Party has a resounding name, they are still essentially a group that cannot stand on the stage.
It’s just a gang of gangsters, but they just have more people and a bigger stage!”
At this point, Lei Hu's eyes shot out with two balls of blazing anger, and he said unhappily, "If you two feel that Hongmen is superior to Zhongyi Hall, I have nothing to say. It's okay if you don't want to worship this master, so leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he cupped his hands and turned around to leave, completely ignoring Huang Qiying's unhappy and angry eyes behind him, as well as Huang Feihong's complicated look. As for Bao Zhilin's apprentices, they were already frightened and had no idea at all.
It can be said.
Hey, are you being called stupid by me?
After leaving Baozhilin, Lei Hu was not depressed about failing to become a disciple. On the contrary, his face looked quite good, and he vented all the suffocation in his chest. In addition, he was mentally prepared, so he didn't take it too seriously...