Hong Qi dragged his broken leg away, leaving behind an unruly back. From the look in his eyes, Gu Li saw his fascination with martial arts kung fu. Devil's Foot Seven is not a wicked person, unlike the ruffians and hooligans of the Shahe Gang, who do some things to oppress the people.

In Gu Li's impression, Ghost Foot Seven was the last apprentice Huang Feihong accepted, and his martial arts were also the strongest among Huang Feihong's apprentices. Although I don't know why Huang Feihong accepted Devil's Feet Seven as an apprentice in the end, Gu Li recognized him at a glance as a kind-hearted person.

At this moment, Ghost Feet Seven left, and Gu Li's heart was full of admiration for him.

Huang Feihong looked at the back of Ghost Foot Seven leaving, his eyes were complicated, and he sighed softly. The two of them have added fists and feet, that kind of strong fighting spirit, and dedication to kung fu, and they have experienced each other.

"Master, this person doesn't seem to have a bad conscience, I don't know if his broken leg can be cured." Perhaps because of the concept of later generations, Gu Li was a little unbearable in his heart.

"It seems that my hand is a little heavier, his right leg has been broken and shattered by me, and it cannot be cured, and he can only be lame in this life." Huang Feihong shook again, his tone low.

"Master, let's go, take him to the yamen for questioning." Gu Li saw that the atmosphere was a little weird, and spoke.

"Hmm!" Huang Feihong answered, and turned to the restaurant shopkeeper next to him: "He forced you to buy the God of Wealth, you go to the yamen with me as a witness!" ”

"As a witness?" The shopkeeper of the restaurant shrank his neck, rolled his eyes, and looked at the leader of the Shahe Gang lying on the ground, and a group of younger brothers on the street. Then he shook his head and said to Huang Feihong with a wry smile on his face: "No, no, no, I don't want to be like the owner of the theater and be shocked all day long." ”

Huang Feihong handed the wooden box containing silver taels in his hand to the shopkeeper, thinking that he would repay the kindness and promise himself, but he didn't think about it, but he opened his mouth to shirk it.

People were reluctant to be witnesses, Huang Feihong was helpless, and there was some resentment on his face.

At this time, Gu Li glanced at the uncle in the crowd who had just stuffed money into him, shouted to apprentice, walked up to him and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Uncle, follow me to be a witness, and I won't charge you a penny to ensure that your son will learn martial arts." ”

When the uncle heard this, he immediately waved his hand, and opened his eyes to show a look of surprise: "What witness, what apprentice?" I just took my son out to make soy sauce! Son, let's go home quickly! ”

After saying that, the uncle took his son's hand and disappeared into the street with a puff of smoke. The surrounding crowd also dispersed, and the crowded street became clean in an instant.

Gu Li was saddened by the performance of the people around him, and he was speechless. I can only lament that the world is corrupt and people's hearts are scattered.

"Huh!" The leader of the Shahe Gang laughed in his mouth and said arrogantly: "Huang Feihong, no one testifies to you, why don't you let me go quickly?" Be careful, I will go to the yamen to accuse you of beating the people and let you go to prison! ”

"Shut your foul mouth!" Gu Li stomped on the face of the leader of the Shahe Gang, causing him to eat a mouthful of mud.

"The yamen will give us justice, Aso take him!" With no one to testify, Wong Feihong pinned his hopes on the government.

There are also ruffians on the street with weapons in their hands, blocking the road.

"Don't let them get out of the way, or I'll kill you!" Gu Li slapped the leader of the Shahe Gang on the head and threatened sharply.

The leader of the Shahe Gang, whose face was in pain, shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, go back to Shahe." ”

The three of them came to the Yamen, and the official mansion was indeed the most unreliable. There were no witnesses, and the leader of the Shahe Gang was acquitted. Huang Feihong and Gu Li were threatened by the yamen, saying that they were handling the staff, and if they made any more trouble, they would be arrested and imprisoned.

Gu Li couldn't do it, but he was helpless, he didn't expect the court at the end of the Qing Dynasty to be so corrupt.

Huang Feihong is a generation of grandmasters in the end, and he can still hold his breath in this situation. led Gu Li to wander around the streets and alleys of Foshan, and it seemed that he didn't have the face to return to Bao Zhilin to face Ling Yunkai and Lin Shirong.

As night fell, the two wandered aimlessly. The cool breeze gusted, blowing Huang Feihong's cold heart.

The crowd in front of it was crowded, and a bright and gorgeous platform was brightly lit. A fake foreign devil who spoke Chinese handed the newspaper to the people in the audience and gave a passionate and high-pitched speech.

"On the American side, everyone walks with great care!" The fake foreign devil smiled, and his tone was full of temptation.

"Why?" The crowd below was puzzled.

"Because if you're not careful, you'll step on gold!" The fake foreign devil is full of voices, as if there is something really happening.

"How could something so good?" The masses obviously did not believe that there would be such a good thing in the world, and they all raised their doubts.

"Americans wash their faces by the river and ask for golden sand when they hold water, so the United States is also called Jinshan. As long as you go on a trip, it is better than us staying in our hometown for a lifetime! The fake foreign devil was frustrated, his face was full of seriousness, and the people who said it were itching in their hearts.

"Is there really such a good place?"

"Of course there is such a place, and when you go there, people have to wear ink glasses, because the gold is dazzling! If you are blind, you won't be able to pick up gold......"

When Gu Li heard this, he squinted and secretly looked at Huang Fei, because he happened to be wearing the sunglasses given to him by his thirteenth aunt at the moment.

"Alas!" Huang Feihong sighed, shook his head and took off his sunglasses, not knowing what he was sighing.

"Master, how can there be so many gold mountains in Citigroup. At first glance, these people are the lackeys of foreigners, fooling the people to work as coolies for foreigners. Ya Cha Su returned from studying abroad in the United States, and Gu Li said to Huang Feihong in order to confirm the situation in the United States.

How could Huang Feihong listen to the lies of these fake foreign devils, otherwise he would not have taken off his glasses. The people of the country are harming the people because of the corruption and incompetence of the imperial court. That's why Huang Feihong shook his head and sighed, his face full of brainlessness.

A pitch-black figure appeared silently in front of the two. The sentence "love my China" scared Gu Li. It turned out to be a Christian missionary.

"Old man, isn't it Hallelujah?" Gu Li glanced at him with disdain, and the missionary in front of him was the foreigner who sang "Love My China" with him that day.

"Love me China!" The foreigner folded his hands, heard Gulee shouting Hallelujah, and picked up another sentence.

"Okay, okay, if you have something to say, talk about it quickly, and let it go quickly." Gu Li turned his back to him impatiently, for fear that the two would sing in duet again.

"Lost Lambs, the kingdom of heaven is yours." The missionary held the leaflet in his hand and handed it to Huang Feihong and Gu Li.

"You're also promoting going to Jinshan?" Huang Feihong glanced at the missionary.

No, matter is not eternal, Jesus alone is the truth. You should be close to Him and believe in Him. "The missionary had a holy face and spoke Chinese that was not very fluent.

"I caught a bad guy today, will Jesus be a witness for me?" Huang Feihong looked up and looked at the missionary, his eyes unblinking.

The missionary was stunned and did not know how to speak.

Looking at the missionary with a sluggish face, Huang Feihong knew that he had asked in vain. Throw away the flyer in your hand and leave lonely. Gul hurriedly followed, bending down to thank the missionary.

The two departed, and only the missionary remained standing, his gaze deep and complex, obscure, until their backs disappeared.