"Get out!" Zhang Jian glared, and the momentum behind him condensed into a ferocious white tiger shape. The tiger's eyes stared at the members of the boxing club who were already scared to the point of being weak on the side of the field. One of the flat-headed men rolled and crawled to Hou Zheng, who was kneeling on the ground, and grabbed Hou Zheng's boxing uniform and dragged it to the open space on the side of the field. Hou Zheng woke up from the fear and loss just now, looking at Zhang Jian without saying a word, wanting to remember Zhang Jian's face firmly. Take a deep breath, Hou

He stood up from the ground with his flat-headed man shakingly and said to Zhang Jian: "Today I am not as skilled as others, so let's go now. But how long can you protect them?" After that, he looked around the group of Taekwondo boys on the side of the venue with his gloomy eyes, and said in a disdainful tone: "Without your master, how long can this Taekwondo hall last in this place? We were just using martial arts competition today. It was not as simple as being injured at that time."

"What do you want to say? Could it be..." Zhang Jian frowned, obviously thinking of something, but these things should not be said in front of ordinary people.

"Yes, this is not a place they should stay." Hou Zheng looked at Zhang Jian deeply, and without saying anything, he clasped his fists and greeted him: "Mizun Quan Hou Zheng was defeated by you today, but Mizun Quan should not be humiliated easily. I will set up a ring at Houxin Boxing Club tomorrow and wait for the big drive." Hou Zheng shouted the brothers behind him, and walked out of the Taekwondo Club with his head down. When he walked to the door, the flat-headed man approached and said in a low voice to Hou Zheng: "Senior Brother, you can't beat him today, so come tomorrow?"

Hou Zheng looked at him speechlessly, and slapped him on the forehead with anger and said, "You are stupid. I can't call you a master. Why are you so stupid? I want him to look good tomorrow!"

After Hou Zheng and the others left, a group of Taekwondo boys who had truly felt relieved began to celebrate each other. The leading boy who was attracted to the cool boy came to Zhang Jian with a round face and a cute boy who thanked him: "Uncle, thank you for driving those guys away." The boy expressed a little bit, but Zhang Jian could still hear his gratitude.

Zhang Jian bounced the boy's forehead with a "thump" and said angrily: "Uncle? Am I so old?"

The cool boy covered his head with an angry face and said he ignored Zhang Jian. The cute boy next to him pulled the corner of his clothes, and he said reluctantly: "Sorry, uncle, you are not old at all. Just as he finished speaking," the cute boy next to him and Zhang Jian both held his forehead with both hands, saying that he was speechless to him, a stupid guy.

After a quarrel, Zhang Jian was successfully accepted by them. Through communication with them, I learned that the leading cool boy was named Li Hu. His father was a martial arts practitioner and disappeared after leaving home one day. His mother died early in his family. After his father disappeared, he suddenly had no source of life and could only live on the streets. Finally, Coach Lin found him and took him to the Taekwondo Hall to become his eldest disciple. In addition to him, there were also cute boy Wang Yuan and several brothers. The situation was similar. They were all adopted by Coach Lin, and some of them were still

In elementary school, Zhang Jian had already guessed the story behind it after listening to it. These children should be descendants of the down-and-out martial arts in the underground fighting arena. I don’t know if it was for guilt or something else. Looking at the tender and hopeful little faces in front of him, Zhang Jian thought of the unwilling and regretful expressions on Lin Rui’s face in the underground arena before his death. He thought unconsciously that out of guilt, are you worried? Before he died, he thought about me to take care of them. It’s really okay.

What Zhang Jian didn't know was that behind him, Lin Rui's soul seemed to be pulled by something on Zhang Jian's body. Lin Rui looked at his disciples who were growing up healthily with relief, and tears were constantly flashing. He wanted to walk with them through this long road of life, until the end of time until the day when his head turned white. What a pity. After hearing what Zhang Jian thought in his heart, his soul gradually faded and lightened like a sigh of relief. He was traction on his body

The power gradually disappeared. He came to his eldest disciple and touched Li Hu's head, but as the traction power disappeared, his soul body slowly disappeared. As if he had made up some decision, Lin Rui's soul body suddenly crashed towards Zhang Jian's body, like a fish jumping into the endless river and disappeared. Li Hu touched his head, and there was a drop of crystal-like tears on it, but it quickly disappeared in the sun. Suddenly his eyes were a little wet, Master, are you?

There were suddenly a lot of memories in Zhang Jian's mind, all of which were fragments of memory from a man working hard day and night to practice Taekwondo. Zhang Jian felt that his body was like a Taekwondo master who had been practicing Taekwondo for a long time and reached the peak of his body refining realm. The man he now remembered was Lin Rui. He looked around with a fox-like face. Zhang Jian was confused about the memories in his mind. Is there such a benefit in doing good deeds?

Zhang Jian helped the teenagers clean up the messy Taekwondo hall. As the evening approached, he was about to go to Lao Wu's house to talk about what happened today and have dinner or something. When he walked to the door of the Taekwondo hall, Li Hu came to Zhang Jian with a little twisted voice and said hesitantly: "Brother Zhang, can I...can I ask you about martial arts questions in the future? I'm not sorry for my master, but...but I want to become as strong as you and can protect the master's home."

Zhang Jian knew what he was thinking. Looking at Li Hu who looked tangled in front of him, he smiled, then reached out and touched his little head and said, "Yes, it doesn't matter, even if you ask me for the problems in Taekwondo practice, I'm as good as your master."

Li Hu felt relieved, and for a moment he even felt that Zhang Jian was particularly like his master Lin Rui.

I took a taxi back to Wu Xuemei's villa in Xixi Wetland. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Lao Wu lit a cup of plum fragrance, and was gracefully burning a small stove to slowly add a few small spoonfuls of Hupao Spring Water. Zhang Jian sat on the pavement, picked up the celadon tea cup on the table and drank it. After drinking it, he also said a happy word. Wu Xuemei didn't care about this rude guy, and called himself tea boiling water, and every move seemed charming and charming.

Zhang Jian said to Lao Wu: "Lao Wu, do you know that there is a Houxin Boxing Club in Hangzhou?"

Wu Xuemei stopped the work, tilted her head and thought for a while, saying, "There is indeed a Houxin Boxing Club in Hangzhou. Their master once visited me. So they messed with you?"

After hearing that they had visited Lao Wu, Zhang Jian stood up and looked at him: "So do you know their way?"

"Their way?" Wu Xuemei pondered for a moment and said with certainty: "They came from the ancient Monkey Fist, which is the same way as the Monkey Fist that Sun Wukong fought in the TV version of "Journey to the West", but Hou Xinshe's boxing technique should have evolved through several generations, and there are many southern boxing techniques integrated in the middle, so there are more people called Mizhiquan. Hou Xinshe takes Hou as his surname, and their master Hou Xin is already a veteran master of Huajin in his seventies. The current master is Hou Hua, and he is a master of half-step Huajin. There should be no problem with your strength to deal with them."

On the other side, Hou Zheng and a group of brothers returned to Hou Xin Boxing Club in shame like deserters who were abandoned. But when they walked into the door, they were called to the office on the second floor by a middle-aged man with thin face and slightly long eyebrows. Hou Zheng shrunk and did not dare to look at the man in front of him. He knew that his master would not spare him if he had done something wrong. His eyes turned smoothly and hoped that he could find a reason to avoid punishment.

Hou Hua had actually learned what happened today from the other people. Even Hou Zheng was very clear about Xiaojiujiu, but he didn't put them on him at all. The little ghosts in the Taekwondo club did not have Lin Rui's protection and wanted to deal with them, but Zhang Jian didn't know the master who came out from there. It doesn't matter, hehe, as long as I solve the weirdness in the Taekwondo place, I can take out the fortunes and exchange the spiritual medicine for breakthrough transformation with the Taoist priests. At that time, even the immortal one can't stop me from controlling the entire Hou Xinshe.

If it weren't for the incident back then, I wouldn't have been today... Thinking of this, Hou Hua slammed the glass in his hand to the ground, shocking Hou Zheng, who bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

(End of this chapter)
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