Chapter 7: Helpless

"Who is causing trouble here?" Hong Zhennan asked with a sharp look.

Hearing the sound from afar, Lin Qing turned his head and saw that the fat man was full of momentum while walking, and every time he stepped, his toes fell to the ground first, and the distance between each step was also very short.

From this point of view, we can see that this middle-aged fat man must be a master of Chinese martial arts. Putting his toes on the ground is a habit of practicing martial arts all year round, and the short distance between the steps means that he can burst out with all his strength at any time.

By walking, sitting and lying down, you can see how deep a person’s skill is.

"It seems that he is Hong Zhennan. He has reached the pinnacle of Hongquan, no worse than his master. Wing Chun is good at defending, while Hongquan is good at strength, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages." Lin Qing thought silently in his heart.

"Master is him!" Aji said with his nose covering his nose and pointing at Lin Qing.

"Hey, you can eat shit, you can't talk nonsense, who's causing trouble?" Lin Qing looked innocent, as if he was causing trouble just now, it was really not him.

"Aji, what's going on? Tell me clearly." Hong Zhennan looked at Lin Qing and asked in a deep voice. He didn't think his disciple could not even beat Lin Qing, a young boy.

"Master, their people posted advertisements everywhere, blocking our posters. We tore up the advertisements they posted, and they fought with us. We seized their disciples and asked him to redeem them, and then he came to make trouble." Akihan explained vaguely.

"Is that true?" Hong Zhennan looked at Lin Qing and asked in a deep voice.

"Emmmm, do you think that a scholar like me can fight so many of them one by one? Even if I have been in elementary school, I can't beat this level..." Lin Qing looked at Hong Zhennan with a look of a stick-making expression.

"Aki!" A hint of anger flashed in Hong Zhennan's eyes. He was not an unreasonable person, but he was not a fool!

"Master! It's really him! I didn't lie to you, Master." Aji trembled all over and knelt on the ground, pointing at Lin Qing and said anxiously.

A trace of doubt flashed in Hong Zhennan's eyes. Aki would never lie to him. Aki also knew what the consequence would be for lying to him, so he could only say that Lin Qing was pretending to be stupid.

As soon as he thought of this, Hong Zhennan shouted lightly, stepped on his right foot suddenly, and his fat body approached Lin Qing at an extremely fast speed, and his fists hit Lin Qing.

Lin Qing's pupils shrank slightly and forced his body to react subconsciously. Hong Zhennan's fists stopped in front of Lin Qing. The strong wind brought by his fists blew on Lin Qing's face, causing a little pain.

"You are very good, get out of here. Remember to remind your master that teaching boxing in Xiangjiang requires rules. Only by standing on the table and accepting challenges from various sects and sects and being able to last for a stick of incense can you be qualified to open a martial arts school!" Hong Zhennan looked at Lin Qing deeply, and was forced to this point. There were only two possibilities. One was that he really didn't have time to do it, and the other was that Lin Qing suppressed his body's reaction.

Just now, he obviously saw Lin Qing trembling and his pores closed, preparing to face the enemy, but he was forced to be suppressed by Lin Qing.

This state of mind is very unusual.

"Thank you, Master Hong, for showing mercy!" Lin Qing politely said. If he had really hit his body just now, Lin Qing would definitely not be able to continue practicing martial arts within ten days or half a month, and would have delayed his progress to a large extent.

"Then please let Master Hong make arrangements tomorrow. I will take Master to the museum to challenge tomorrow." Lin Qing smiled.

"Hmph! I will arrange it. Tomorrow, I will come to the men's teahouse at 10 o'clock!" Hong Zhennan snorted coldly and took his disciples to leave. After all, Xiangjiang is the devil now, and advocates democracy. Without evidence, he cannot arrest people. Lin Qing can only give up the trouble.

However, he would not forget the arrangements for the challenges of the owners of each library. He wanted to see what kind of person he could teach a disciple like Lin Qing.

Lin Qing looked at Hong Zhennan going away and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Hong Zhennan, like his master Ip Man, was both a master of national martial arts, and at least reached the peak of dark energy.

Now he is only in the middle of the Ming Jin period, almost the second level of the martial arts master, and he can only beat his disciples. If he really wants to fight, he can kill himself with one move.

"Senior Brother, are you okay?" Huang Liang ran over excitedly and asked.

"Didn't you ask you to practice boxing? Why did you run out again? Is it because I deserved a fight?" Lin Qing cursed.

"It's unfair, senior brother, it was my master who asked me to come with him." Huang Liang said aggrievedly.

"Xiaoqing, you are too impulsive this time." Ip Man walked over and patted Lin Qing on the shoulder and said.

"Master, am I okay?" Lin Qing smiled.

"It's okay this time, what about next time? Practicing martial arts is not about competing for competition. Of course, it's okay to do it when necessary. I heard from your junior brother and others that you did a good job." Ip Man shouted in a deep voice, but after a change of the subject, he patted Lin Qing's shoulder with great relief.

"By the way, Master, there are rules for teaching boxing in Xiangjiang. Only by standing on the table and accepting challenges from various sects and sects and being able to hold on for one stick of incense can you be qualified to open a martial arts school, and then paying a membership fee of 100 yuan per month can you teach boxing safely." Lin Qing said.

"There is still this rule? Is the membership fee of 100 yuan too much?" Ip Man frowned. Although the gold Lin Qing took out helped their family get rid of poverty, he couldn't rely on the money of his disciples all the time, right? He, Ip Man, still wants face.

"Not many, Master, look at Master Hong teaches Hongquan. He has more than 200 people under his command, and the tuition fees collected every month are more than 1,000 yuan. Master, you only need to teach more than 100 people, and more than 500 yuan per month. Excluding membership fees, the remaining money is enough for Master's expenses." Lin Qing was stunned, and couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of this era, and he could actually force a master to this.

You know, in Foshan, the Ye family is a wealthy family! Now he is so down and he is so serious that he is even more careful about HK$100.

Ip Man didn't listen to the others, but he listened to the five hundred yuan and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I agree to the challenge!"

"Master Hong will probably be able to arrange it tomorrow. Let's go tomorrow." Lin Qing said.

Ip Man was stunned and then smiled again. He had absolute confidence in his Wing Chun Fist.

"I dare not say anything about other people, but Master Hong is very powerful. I guess he is comparable to Master." Lin Qing reminded.

"Oh? Is it? Then I want to see how powerful Hong Zhennan is!" Ip Man has not suffered a defeat over the years and is a little conceited. Now I heard from his apprentice that there is a master who is just around the corner with him, and I can't help but feel a little more excited.

(End of this chapter)
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