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Huang Feihong's face was calm, "You tell him, I need to consider this matter, and I will visit him tomorrow."

Xufeng immediately translated Huang Feihong's words to that tall foreigner Horton.

When Horton heard this, he was furious, and swearing, he stretched out his hand to push Huang Feihong.

Holden is tall and long with arms, a head and a half taller than Huang Feihong, and he weighs about two hundred catties. If an average Chinese person is suddenly pushed by him, he will inevitably fall to the ground.

Huang Feihong didn’t change his face, and dexterously turned sideways, avoiding the arm that Horton was pushing over, and at the same time only took out one hand, grabbed Horton’s elbow joint, and twisted in the opposite direction.

With a crisp "click", the foreigner's arm was dislocated.

Awesome!

You really deserve to be a great master!

The action is relaxed and casual, and you can put the opponent in useless place with a casual shot!

Huang Feihong obviously didn't move the real thing, otherwise, he could kill the opponent with one move!

Xu Feng really wanted to shout "Master" at Huang Feihong now!

Holden clutched his dislocated shoulder, screamed like a pig, and yelled "Help me, my hand is broken" in English.

Xu Feng was too lazy to translate.

Huang Feihong had his hands behind his back, his expression still stale, "Tell this foreigner, stop howling, just go back and find a Chinese doctor to get your bones straightened."

Xu Feng pursed his lips, and said solemnly: "Sorry, Master Huang...I won't translate this sentence."

Huang Feihong's Gujing Wubo eyes suddenly lit up, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly returned to his original staid attitude.

The foreigners walked away cursingly. Fearing that they would come back to look for trouble, Fang Jiasu simply closed the door.

Huang Feihong reprimanded: "Asu! What do you do with the door closed? Our Baozhilin opened a medical hall. If the medical hall is afraid of closing, what should the patient do?"

Yachasu opened the door obediently.

Xu Feng arched his hand and was about to speak. A Kuan on the side said first: "Master Huang, my name is Liang Kuan, I'm here to apprentice! I even brought you the pork buns!"

A Kuan looked down at the broken food box, then scratched his head embarrassedly, "The barbecued pork bun was broken by the soda, but it doesn’t matter, Master Huang, as long as you accept me as a disciple and teach me martial arts, I am willing to honor me every day. Your barbecued pork buns!"

As for the things the stall owner told him, he had long forgotten it.

Yachasu whispered: "Do you think the master is a rice bucket?"

Huang Feihong said sternly, "Take a step and show me."

"Yes!"

A Kuan raised his eyebrows with joy, first moved his arm joints twice, kicked his legs, and did a series of fancy movements before squatting down.

Huang Feihong nodded and said: "The foundation is good, let me ask you first, why do you learn martial arts?"

A Kuan said of course: "Of course I don't let others bully, I want to pay a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood, so that those who have bullied me will pay the price!"

Huang Feihong's expression did not change, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes:

"From tomorrow, you can practice exercises with the brothers of the civic group."

A Kuan was startled, and said with a displeased face: "I don't want to practice with the civic groups. The civic groups are all furry. I want to learn stunts from the master! Even Chisu can be your apprentice, why can't I? ?"

Huang Feihong said lightly: "I no longer accept apprentices. If you want to practice military defense, you can go to the militia."

A Kuan gritted his teeth, "Master Huang, do you dislike me for not bringing you a gift? I brought a barbecued pork bun!"

"This is not a problem with the barbecued pork buns." Huang Feihong did not explain too much to A Kuan, "Asu, see off the guests."

Yachasu came up with his fist clenched and said proudly: "Please!"

A Kuan stared at Huang Feihong angrily, "Huang Feihong! If you don't accept me today, you will regret it! One day, I will fight back and tear down your Baozhilin sign!"

After speaking, A Kuan rushed out angrily.

Hey, it's still a kid... Xufeng shook his head.

It's no wonder that Huang Feihong didn't accept Liang Kuan, and it is also a disaster for such immature people.

Huang Feihong glanced at Xufeng, "Asu, give the little brother Xufeng two pieces of Longyang, thank you for the translation."

After speaking, Huang Feihong turned and walked towards the inner hall.

Xu Feng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master Huang, I am not going to be paid. I want to worship you as a teacher."

Huang Feihong turned around in surprise, frowning and looking directly at Xu Feng, "Don't you understand Tang dialect when you come back from overseas?"

"I already said when Liang Kuan was apprentice, I won't accept apprentices."

"Asu! See you off!"

Chapter 5 Young Talents!

Seeing Huang Feihong was about to leave, Xu Feng said loudly, "Master Huang, I'm not here to learn martial arts, I'm here to learn medical arts from you!"

Huang Feihong stopped, frowning and examining Xu Feng, "Study medicine?"

"Yes! Study medicine!" Xu Feng said with a firm gaze.

Naturally, Xufeng's original plan was to learn martial arts from Huang Feihong, but after witnessing what happened to A Kuan, Xufeng immediately realized that it was unrealistic to learn martial arts from a teacher.

First of all, he is an otaku from the 21st century. He lacks physical training and has no foundation at all.

Huang Feihong’s Hong Jiaquan is based on Shaolin's horizontal training of external skills, and emphasizes the basic skills of ten years as a day. Even if Huang Feihong is really willing to make an exception to accept him as a disciple, there is no basic skills training for ten or eight years. He also don't want to touch the path of Hongjiaquan.

Secondly, Huang Feihong is not only a master of martial arts, he is also a master of Chinese medicine. His traumatic injury pills can cure many intractable diseases that cannot be cured by Western medicine, but his aura of master of martial arts is too dazzling. Ignore his identity as a doctor.

Since Huang Feihong no longer accepts martial arts disciples, Xu Feng at least has the opportunity to study medicine.

To be honest, Xu Feng is not very interested in studying medicine, but Xu Feng guessed that in Huang Feihong's heart, "Everbright Chinese Medicine" is more important than "Everbright Martial Arts".

Sure enough, the wrinkles on Huang Feihong's brows unfurled slightly, "As far as I know, the high-achieving students who have returned from abroad are all believers in Western medicine. Why do you want to learn traditional Chinese medicine from me?"

Xu Feng said sternly: "Regardless of Western medicine and Chinese medicine, the one who can cure and save people is a good doctor. I have been in China for five thousand years. I have had countless genius doctors such as Bian Que, Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, and more. "Sacred classics of medicine, this shows that the theory of Chinese medicine is correct, but later people did not learn well and use errors, which led to the declining situation of Chinese medicine. Therefore, I want to learn Chinese medicine, hang the pot to help the world, and carry forward the real Chinese medicine. ."

Huang Feihong nodded in satisfaction, "Good point! After all, I have returned from studying abroad, I just have knowledge!"

"Master, please accept me as a disciple!"

Xufeng took the opportunity to bow and kneel, but as soon as he was about to kneel, Huang Feihong's big hand supported him firmly.