Honestly, I'm going to be the villain

Chapter 48
In Ximenli, the capital city, it was very lively. The famous Guangdong martial arts master Huang Qiying, accompanied by the elders of the clan, checked the progress of the repair of the lion's head.

This old man Huang is kind and kind, and has the demeanor of a master. He is worthy of being one of the ten tigers of Guangdong of the older generation. Huang Feihong's current achievements have the demeanor of his father.

Huang Qiying has been making preparations ever since the news of the Lion King Contest spread out in the palace.

It has been passed down from generation to generation that the Huang family is best at lion dance. Huang Qiying is full of confidence in this Lion King Competition.

At this age, the old man actually doesn't have many pursuits, but if we have to talk about pursuits, there are still three.

One is to hope that the Huang family can spread its branches and leaves, and that his son Huang Feihong can pass on more blood to the Huang family.

The second is to hope that my branch of Baozhilin can be opened to the whole country. Although it has opened to the capital, it is not enough. With the help of his apprentice Sun Asu, Mr. Huang is now focusing on the production of Yunnan Baiyao, and he is going to sell this Yunnan Baiyao Baiyao is bound to the name of his own Baozhilin, so that one day this medicine will become popular all over the country, and his own Baozhilin will also be popular all over the country, paving the way for the future semicolon to spread all over the country.

The third is to hope that the Huang family's lion dance will become famous all over the world. The Huang family's lion dance is similar to Baozhilin. Huang's lion dance won the title of Lion King.

Snapped!
The gate of Baozhilin was suddenly kicked open, and a group of martial artists and scoundrels surrounded by a man in brocade clothes strode in.

After the man entered Baozhi Forest, he was not polite, he laughed wildly and said, "Which one is Huang Qiying, stand up for me, the master is Zhao Tianba from Daping, let's get to know him."

Not to mention, the laughter of this man named Zhao Tianba is really similar to that of a certain surname Lei.

Old Man Huang Qiying said loudly, "What is your purpose here?"

This Zhao Tianba rubbed the two lion heads in his hands, and smiled: "Listen, fellow members, I, Zhao Tianba, have always done things in a simple manner, and our buddies have discussed it with the people in the four halls, eight clubs and sixteen halls. Well, this time the Lion King Conference held by the admiral’s yamen, I have fully booked it, except for the people from my Daping Oil Factory, let’s save everyone.” (Baozhilin is also the Guangdong Guild Hall, led by Mr. Huang Qiying, At the beginning of its establishment, it was for the purpose of remembering hometown)
Huang Qiying looked displeased and said, "Young man, I'm afraid it's not too much for you to do this."

Zhao Tianba gave a strange laugh and said, "Excessive? You Baozhilin dare to tie a lion to prepare for the competition. You are looking for trouble. This lion king competition can only be honored by our Daping. If your Guangdong Guild Hall dares to tie a lion's head again, I will kill you." Take down your signboards, if you don’t follow the advice, if you still want to bring out lions, each person will have two hands and two legs, and only half can be left, do you understand?”

"The Lion King Conference was not held by your Taiping, so it's up to you to set the rules." A member scolded.

Zhao Tianba shook his Erlang legs, and said disdainfully: "Is there no rules? That means there are no rules. Okay, then demolish the hall, come and do it."

Following Zhao Tianba's order, the martial artists and scoundrels under him were ready to smash the scene.

Huang Qiying was furious when she saw that someone was going to smash the field, so she stepped forward to fight and won six battles in a row, beating six martial artists under Zhao Tianba in a row.

Seeing that none of his subordinates could resist Huang Qiying, Zhao Tianba suddenly yelled, "Ghost foot seven."

But hearing the sound of wailing, everyone felt a flash in front of their eyes, and a figure rushed into the arena with unsurpassed speed. Its figure was like a spinning top, and after a few turns, it was already in front of Huang Qiying.

This man was dressed in a coarse cloth short shirt, with a bald head, a scar on his face, fierce eyes, and his legs were as muscular as a horned dragon.

Suddenly seeing someone in front of him, Huang Qiying was terrified, but seeing that person's legs were weird, with great strength in his legs and a tricky position, under three punches and two kicks, Huang Qiying actually got the upper hand.

Seeing that this person was difficult to deal with, Mr. Huang calmed down and dealt with it calmly.

Mr. Huang is an experienced master. He fought with others for decades when he was young. He may lack everything when he is old, but he has no lack of experience. He is still very good at dealing with a young man.

It's just that no matter how experienced Master Huang is, he can't stand up to this ghostly kick.

The ghost foot seven's strange tricks are endless, and the legs are kicked out like wheels, as if this person is never tired.

"I am the driver of Xi'anmen Street—Guijiaoqi, please advise." At this time, the man finally introduced himself.

This Guijiaoqi was originally a coachman. He got an adventure by chance and learned a set of superior martial arts. Combined with the leg skills he had cultivated in the capital for many years, he actually practiced his own unique leg skills.

Although Gui Jiaoqi's kicks are similar to Master Huang's shadowless kicks, with no shadows and swift kicks, the two have completely different kick styles.

Master Huang Wuyingjiao's style is upright, while Guijiaoqi's kicking style is mainly weird, like an antelope hanging horns, without traces and without boundaries.

Although the old man Huang Qiying relied on his rich experience, he was able to fight back and forth with him under the attack of the ghost foot seven, but after all, the old man was old and unable to do what he wanted. Inadvertently, he was hit by a ghost's foot and seven legs.

The force was so strong that the old man felt as if the inside of his abdomen was tossed, and then he fell on the ground and vomited continuously. How could he stand up at this time?
Zhao Tianba snorted and ordered his men to destroy all the lion heads hanging in Baozhi Forest.

It wasn't until there were no more complete lion heads in Baozhi Forest that they were satisfied and led the crowd to leave.

Beside the station, after Huang Feihong settled Ah Kuan's trouble, he looked for Aunt Shisan who was behind.

After searching for a long time, Master Huang saw Aunt Shisan chatting with a tall foreigner.

Seeing Master Huang approaching, Aunt Thirteen waved excitedly.

When Master Huang came to him, Aunt Thirteen introduced the foreigners around him: "Feihong, this is a classmate I met when I was studying abroad. His name is Du Wenqi. He also gave me that camera."

After speaking, he turned around and introduced Master Huang's identity to Du Wenqi in English.

"Hello." The foreigner named Du Wenqi stretched out his hand to Master Huang and said.

"Hello." Master Huang also extended his hand and shook hands with Du Wenqi.

After shaking hands politely, Du Wenqi said in surprise, "Mr. Huang's English is pretty good."

Huang Feihong replied without a smile on his face: "Mr. Du Wenqi's Chinese is not bad." Out of a man's intuition, Master Huang felt that this Du Wenqi's approach to Aunt Thirteen was definitely uneasy and kind.

Fortunately, Master Huang has worked hard to learn English and foreign etiquette in the past year, because Master Yan said that in the future, China and the West must be in contact with each other, so Master Huang, as a celebrity, must not make a fool of himself in front of foreigners.

That is to say, through learning English, Master Huang also knew what Aunt Shisan always told him to say to her about the love of tiger oil. However, Master Huang did not say it after knowing it. Twice love tiger oil.

This can be regarded as Master Huang's secret confession to Aunt Thirteen.

"Yes, Du Wenqi, your Chinese is really good." Aunt Thirteen praised, and then whispered into Master Huang's ear: "Feihong, your English is also very good, it's a good thing I taught it. "

"Shaoyun, I'm working as an interpreter at the consulate, so I can't understand Chinese well." Du Wenqi turned to Aunt Thirteen and said.

"In this sentence, while introducing my identity, I also did not forget to elevate myself. This man is Master Huang's strong enemy." Yan Zhendong said to A Kuan in a low voice.

"Speaking of which, it was Shaoyun who taught me the first sentence of Chinese. From then on, I became deeply infatuated with China, and fell in love with China's customs, culture and folk customs." Du Wenqi said slowly, and then looked affectionately at ten The third aunt said, "For you, Shaoyun, I traveled thousands of miles to China. I really miss you. I know you must not be married yet."

Aunt Thirteen: "???"

Huang Feihong: "???"

Yan Zhendong: "!!!"

Good guy, poaching Master Huang's corner in front of Master Huang is absolutely impossible.

No matter what others think of him, anyway, this Du Wenqi continued to confess his love to Aunt Thirteen, and the love in those words made Master Huang furious.

"Fantasy!" Master Huang scolded Ah Kuan, "Why are you still standing? Why don't you go find a car?"

"Ah, Master Huang, I happen to have a carriage. If you don't mind, we can drive together." Du Wenqi planned to use the carriage to get closer to Thirteenth Aunt.

"No, thanks, Mr. Du Wenqi, we have casual acquaintances. It seems that we are not destined. We should go our separate ways." Master Huang sternly rejected Du Wenqi's request. far away.

Boo!
Du Wenqi kissed Thirteenth Aunt's hand as a farewell.

"Hey, Mr. Du Wenqi, how can you kiss other people's hands casually? It's so unclean and unhygienic. We Chinese don't have the habit of touching hands and feet." After finishing speaking, no matter what expression Du Wenqi made, Master Huang He took Aunt Thirteen's hand and walked out.

"Ah? Feihong, your English is really good. The English you used when you rejected Du Wenqi is really excellent." Thirteenth Aunt whispered in Master Huang's ear.

"Hey, Aunt Thirteen, my English is pretty good, and I have no problem talking to foreigners." As he spoke, Master Huang's complacency was immediately revealed.

How long have you waited? Ever since he learned English, Master Huang has been looking for an opportunity to pretend to be aggressive in front of Aunt Thirteen. This feeling of not pretending is like a night walk in brocade clothes, which is extremely uncomfortable. .

"No, since you have already learned English, Feihong, why did you learn English from me before, pretending that you don't understand English, and saying hello to me with love tiger oil every day, you..." Hearing what Master Huang said Said that Aunt Thirteen became aware of some things after a while.

"Uh, Aunt Thirteen, I... ah, Ah Kuan brought the coachman here, let's go to the car, we can't let Master Yan go for too long." Master Huang talked about him, trying to divert ten Third aunt's attention.

"Hmph, don't try to divert my attention, say, what else are you hiding from me?" Aunt Thirteen refused to let go.

"Master Yan, save me!"

Master Huang didn't speak, but kept winking at Yan Zhendong.

Ah!
Master Yan pretended not to see it, then suddenly walked to one side, and shouted as he walked, "Ah Kuan, find some more coachmen, let's salute too much."

Regardless of Master Huang who was being pinched by Aunt Thirteen behind him, Yan Zhendong took out the biscuits in his arms, biting them, and went to find Liang Kuan.

(End of this chapter)