On the evening of the seventh day of the ninth month, in an inn at the small north gate.

Since yesterday's incident with the medical association, Huang Feihong has been thinking about a question with a heavy face: should he go to the official yamen to report that the Divine Tree Sect has evil intentions.

However, he has no evidence in hand, he still remembers what happened in Foshan last year very clearly, even if the government knew that he was wronged, they directly put the charge on his head, the reason is very simple, he is the head coach of the Black Flag Army, and he is a member of Liu Yongfu's subordinates.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the government, he has more rebellious intentions than the Divine Tree Sect.

Seeing the provincial city sleeping peacefully in the night, Huang Feihong couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, can't the provincial city be calm for a while." ”

"Feihong, now that the weather is getting cooler, wear more clothes." As she spoke, Aunt Thirteen took a cloak and draped it over Huang Feihong's shoulders: "You are still worried about the affairs of the Divine Tree Sect." ”

After coming back last night, Aunt Thirteen saw Huang Feihong frowning and worrying all day long, and she didn't forget to think about things when she ate, and put down her rice bowl after only eating a few bites of food.

However, she is a weak woman who has not been back from studying abroad for a long time, and she doesn't know anything about the government, so she can only support him silently behind her back.

Huang Feihong then grabbed Aunt Thirteen's hand, and said with a firm face: "Tomorrow you and Ah Kuan will meet in Foshan." ”

"Phenom."

Aunt Thirteen saw Huang Feihong looking at her with a very firm look, her expression was calm for a while, and she nodded and said, "Then you have to be careful, remember that there is still someone waiting for you to come back in Foshan." ”

"Shaoyun."

Huang Feihong is a person who is not good at words, but at this time, he couldn't help but be infected by Aunt Thirteen's sincere feelings, and instantly said Aunt Thirteen's name.

And at this time, in a corner place.

Liang Kuan hid there, and when he saw Huang Feihong and Aunt Thirteen hugging each other tightly, he couldn't help but look gloomy for a while, and then lowered his head and walked away.

The next day, in the morning.

After Huang Feihong saw the Thirteenth Aunt and Liang Kuan getting on the train and heading to Foshan, he walked directly to the Guangfu Yamen, preparing to report to the Admiral about his Divine Tree Sect.

In the backyard of the military governor's yamen, a martial arts practice ground was arranged, and various weapons were placed in one corner, but most of them were guns and sticks.

At this time, a man of about thirty years old, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, that is, Nalan Yuanshu, stood quietly in an open space filled with wooden pillars with a diameter of fifteen centimeters on both sides.

After a while, he pulled out the white cloth soaked with water from the wooden barrel, changed his body, and instantly turned a ball of wet cloth into a stick, and then kept waving and practicing a set of stick techniques.

During this time, the force occasionally passed from the arm to the wet cloth, and as a result, when the surrounding wooden pillars were hit by the wet cloth, they suddenly broke with a bang.

"It seems that the adult's kung fu has improved again."

"Hey, when did you say the adults would pass us a move or two?"

At this moment, while the officers and soldiers standing in the martial arts arena were discussing, an officer and soldier ran to the martial arts arena, knelt on the dirt ground with one leg, and shouted: "My lord, Foshan Huang Feihong has something to ask to see you." ”

Although he heard the sound of someone coming from him, Nalan Yuanshu continued to practice his wet cloth stick technique, and after waiting for a while, he twisted his arm vigorously, instantly withdrew the wet cloth, and then handed the wet cloth to one of his subordinates.

After looking at Huang Feihong for a while, he suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, and kicked a wooden stick over with a bang, and Huang Feihong was smiling and clasping his hands to salute, but when he saw the wooden stick coming, he couldn't help but stare in his eyes, pushed the officers and soldiers around him away, and grabbed the wooden stick with one hand.

"Your Excellency."

Before Huang Feihong could finish speaking, a wooden stick instantly appeared in front of him, and Huang Feihong hurriedly staggered and raised the wooden stick to block it.

Usually his subordinates are rough men, who only know how to use brute force to play a few tricks, and they can't even use a set of playing methods, so Nalan Yuanshu can only practice the exercises alone.

Now Huang Feihong suddenly appeared in front of him, before he came to Guangfu to take up his post, someone reported to him the information of the people in Guangfu, including Huang Feihong, who served as the head coach of the Black Flag Army, and is now very famous in Foshan, especially Shaolin Stick and Shadowless Legs.

Now, let him meet Huang Feihong, how can there be a reason not to compete.

It was at this point that Nalan Yuanshu's stick technique became more and more aggressive, forcing Huang Feihong to retreat to the venue where he usually practiced the exercises.

"Master Huang, you are tolerant everywhere, what is the reason."

The two wooden sticks were frozen in mid-air, as soon as Nalan Yuanshu finished speaking, his hand tightened and twisted the wooden stick, and the strength was instantly transmitted from the interface, and after Huang Feihong took a step back, Nalan Yuanshu followed closely with continuous steps, up and down, left and right, and the wooden stick swung towards Huang Feihong from all angles, at this time, the wooden stick made it more energetic, and there was a sound of breaking the air.

Huang Feihong is also quite helpless now, today he has something to ask for, if Nalan Yuanshu is defeated, things will be difficult to do.

But you can't help but fight.

Thinking of this, Huang Feihong's eyes became sharp, even if the wooden stick in front of him had changed into countless stick shadows, he could also find a flaw in it, so the wooden stick was across the eyebrows, and after a bang, Nalan Yuanshu's wooden stick split straight on the crossbar.

Seeing this, Huang Feihong swung one end of the wooden stick down at Nalan Yuanshu's calf, but before Nalan Yuanshu could take a step back, the other end of the wooden stick instantly appeared in front of his eyes.

The speed was very fast, almost attacking up and down, so Nalan Yuanshu had no choice but to jump.

And Huang Feihong may have the intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, so he did not bully him, but took a step back, using the two wooden pillars around him as support points, and bounced the wooden stick in his hand like an arrow, and instantly bounced towards Nalan Yuanshu.

Unable to borrow strength in mid-air, Nalan Yuanshu had no choice but to put the wooden stick on his chest, bang, and staggered back a few steps.

At this time, Huang Feihong stepped forward, caught the wooden stick that bounced back, and came to Nalan Yuanshu in an instant, filling the wooden stick with his strength, and chopping it from the upper right, just like splitting Huashan.

As soon as the two of them touched, there was a click, which was very crisp, and Nalan Yuanshu's wooden stick instantly broke one end, and then flew to the outside world.

Seeing this, Nalan Yuanshu hurriedly turned around and hid behind a wooden pillar, wanting to make Huang Feihong's offensive stop on the wooden pillar. As a result, at this moment, I saw the wooden stick like a dragon going out to sea, hitting the wooden pillar straight up.

"Good chance!"

Nalan Yuanshu jumped out, shouted, and swept the wooden stick away, and Huang Feihong hurriedly lowered his head sideways to avoid the wooden stick.

With a bang, the stick snapped the post.

At the same time, Huang Feihong was also out of the attack range of Nalan Yuanshu.

Nalan Yuanshu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Huang Feihong hiding far away. After staring at the wooden pillar hit by Huang Feihong for a while, Nalan Yuanshu suddenly clasped his hands and saluted, and laughed loudly: "It's rude, I just asked Master Huang a few tricks, and Master Huang's Shaolin stick method really deserves its reputation." ”

"Your kindness, my lord."

After the two of them spoke politely, Nalan Yuanshu couldn't help but ask Huang Feihong why he came to the official yamen today.