Chapter 39 Love Tiger Oil
With the level of "coarse fur" and the patient and meticulous guidance from Huang Feihong, Xu Feng learned very quickly.
There are 108 styles in the tiger and crane double-shaped fist. Xu Feng only knew 10 styles before. After an afternoon of study and training, Xu Feng was able to master 37 of them.
Huang Feihong nodded with satisfaction, "A Feng, your speed and positioning awareness are very excellent. If you spend time, you will become a master. However, you still have to pay attention that your basic skills and strength are too weak and your physical fitness is also poor. It is difficult to fight for a long time when facing masters. In the future, you must strengthen your training in strength and endurance."
Xu Feng bowed his fists and said, "Yes, Master."
"Also, don't think you'll be proud of defeating Yan Zhendong. Yan Zhendong just underestimated the enemy. He didn't expect your body to be so agile. When you meet him next time, you won't have such good luck."
"I understand, Master." Xu Feng said humbly.
Huang Feihong stood up and pondered for a moment, "I admit defeat to Yan Zhendong, are you very disappointed?"
Xu Feng raised his head and looked at Huang Feihong's eyes, "Master, I understand what you are doing."
A rare smile appeared on Huang Feihong's old-fashioned face. He said nothing, but just patted Xu Feng's slightly weak shoulder with his wide palm.
"It's time to eat!" Aunt Thirteen walked into the courtyard while wiping her hands, "Let's have dinner!"
"Come!"
The supper was still very rich, with fragrant braised lion-headed goose, fried salted tofu, steamed pork ribs in fermented black beans, cut white chicken, stewed with watercress white lungs, and a pot of beef tripe porridge.
Xu Feng sucked his nose hard and said with no hesitation: "Master's wife, you cook so delicious."
This is not a compliment, but to be honest.
I think the level 2 level of Aunt Thirteen should add all the skills points to cooking.
Of course, the plot characters will not add points on their own, but the movie system has been set up long ago.
Aunt Thirteen smiled and picked up chopsticks for Xu Feng, "A Feng, the whole family is the best at talking, let's eat some chicken."
Xu Feng opened his mouth and said with a wry smile: "...Thank you, Master's wife!"
"Be good!" Aunt Thirteen's face was flushed, and she felt so beautiful.
Huang Feihong frowned and said, "What kind of decent form is it? What kind of decent form is it..."
After dinner, Xufeng helped Aunt Thirteen clean up the dishes and chopsticks. It was almost time to go to the banquet to watch the show.
Huang Feihong changed into a yellow shirt, Xu Feng washed his face briefly, and the two of them were about to set off.
Aunt Thirteen chased after her from the inner hall and said with concern: "Feihong, let me go with you."
Huang Feihong said with a stern face: "Why do men do things, what will you get involved in every family?"
Aunt Thirteen bulged her mouth and said, "What's wrong with a woman? Besides, I know how to speak English!"
"There is A Feng in the translation. Besides, Grandma Ding at home needs your care. Go back." Huang Feihong turned around and walked out of Baozhilin, not giving Aunt Thirteen no chance to speak again.
Xu Feng nodded slightly at Aunt Thirteen, turned around and caught up with Huang Feihong.
"Master, you feel sorry for your master's wife so much, why do you still be cruel to her?" Xu Feng asked with a smile after turning the corner.
Now Huang Feihong's recognition of him has reached 70%. Xu Feng dares to ask if he needs to be intimate.
Huang Feihong stopped and sighed faintly, "I...I don't want to rape her, but I really don't know how to express my concern. We are going to the banquet here, and I will be more worried if she is by my side."
"I understand, but Master, you really should learn how to pick up girls." Xu Feng laughed.
Huang Feihong glared at Xu Feng, "No big or small! What kind of style is it!"
As he said that, he continued to move forward, took two steps, and suddenly turned around, "How do you?"
Xu Feng was stunned and then smiled and said, "Master, do you want to learn? You can teach you."
Huang Feihong frowned and shouted, "Hmph! Let the master learn from you? What kind of style is it?"
As he said that, he walked in front with his stern face and hands behind his back.
This old-fashioned... Xu Feng smiled and shook his head, and followed.
"Master, why not teach you Ju Yangwen first. Once you tell your master's wife, your master's wife will definitely be very happy."
"Don't learn!"
"Read with me, i.love.you."
"Love tiger oil?" Huang Feihong looked puzzled, "What does it mean?"
"Ahem... it's what you mean." Xu Feng suppressed his smirk and said seriously: "When you see your master's wife, don't forget to say hello to her."
"Love tiger oil, love tiger oil..." Huang Feihong muttered with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he walked to the long street, the smile on Xu Feng's face suddenly disappeared.
Baozhilin's plaque was smashed into two pieces, one hanging on the east side of the long street and the other hanging on the west side of the long street.
There was a white banner hanging from a high place, with a line of words written on it:
Kanto hero Yan Zhendong defeated Wong Feihong in Foshan with three moves!
Xu Feng's anger suddenly broke out.
This Yan Zhendong is really shameless!
This is clearly a reversal of black and white!
It was obviously Yan Zhendong, but he lost to Huang Feihong's apprentice in three moves!
It was Huang Feihong who took the initiative to give up the reputation of being the best in Foshan to Yan Zhendong with the priority of resisting foreign enemies!
Yan Zhendong was not grateful, but instead distorted the publicity everywhere!
It's so shameless!
"Master!" Xu Feng clenched his fists.
Huang Feihong said calmly: "A Feng, serious matters are important."
The most urgent task is to deal with Jixiang and save the young people trapped in the iron ship!
Xu Feng tried hard to suppress the anger and whispered: "Master, there are many people in front of you, so why not let's take a detour."
Huang Feihong smiled calmly, "Why do we care about other people's comments when we are in a good manner? Ah Feng, do you know what is truly powerful?"
"Martial arts are extraordinary?"
"No, the real strength is to be yourself and not be influenced by other people's comments."
Xu Feng recalled Huang Feihong's words and murmured: "He is strong, he is strong, the breeze blows through the hills, he is letting him go, the bright moon shines on the river..." [Note 1]
This is the same level of a hero!
When Huang Feihong heard Xu Feng's words, he turned his head in surprise, "A Feng, I didn't expect that you could say such reasonable words at a young age! OK! OK! I, Huang Feihong, finally have a successor! With a young man like you, we Tangren's future will be without hope! Hahahaha!"
A hot stream surged in Xu Feng's heart.
Master’s recognition has increased to 80%!
The shadow energy point is 5!
Xu Feng never expected that the words he blurted out could arouse a strong resonance from his master! They even made his master feel like he found a soulmate!
"Walk!"
Huang Feihong walked into the long street with his hands behind his back, walked with a dragon and a tiger.
Under the white banner, there were many people in Foshan. They pointed and shook their heads and sighed.
Huang Feihong is the pride of the people of Foshan. When Huang Feihong was defeated, the people of Foshan naturally felt that they could not raise their heads.
When Huang Feihong got close, someone in the crowd recognized him and quickly shouted: "Master Huang!"
Swish!
All eyes were focused on Huang Feihong's face.
Huang Feihong bowed his hand and smiled calmly, "Good evening for everyone."
"Master Huang! Is it true that you were defeated by a foreigner?"
"Do you still need to ask? Master Huang is calm and composed. How could he be defeated by a foreigner?"
"Yes, it must be the guy named Yan Zhendong who slandered him!"
The people of Foshan surrounded Huang Feihong indignation.
[Note 1]: From the "Nine Yang Divine Arts" in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
Chapter completed!