On the way back, Linla Pitana asked Huo Dongjun curiously, "What did Mr. Phibun tell you?"

Huo Dongjun said to her helplessly: "I didn't say anything, that guy's IQ is not as high as yours, the only thing to gain from going out for a walk this time is to at least let your father know that you are still safe." ”

"Really, how would he know?" asked Linla Pitana with some excitement when she heard Huo Dongjun talk about her father.

Huo Dongjun rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "I retracted what I just said that that guy's IQ is not as high as yours, you look about the same as him." ”

"Mr. Huo, not everyone has to be as smart and excellent as you. Linla Pitana listened to him tease his IQ and actually whispered.

Huo Dongjun put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said as he walked forward along the street:

"Well, although it is impossible for these Siamese Communist Party fellows to rescue your father, it is still okay to bribe some petty officers with money to pass on the news. ”

Linla-Pitana paused: "I should have contacted these father's comrades a long time ago, so that I could have heard about my father long ago." ”

"That being said, it was a question of whether you would be able to find your father's comrades at that time. Huo Dongjun said.

"Then when will they tell me about my father?" asked Linla Pitana, who followed behind Huo Dongjun.

Although she has been hiding behind this young man all this time, in her heart, her father's shoulder is still her most solid support.

"It's a quick call back to Thailand, maybe in the evening, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at the latest, the club's Phibun will call the hotel. Huo Dongjun thought for a while and said uncertainly: "But it's hard to say about that guy's IQ." ”

Linla Pitana suddenly remembered something: "Will Mr. Phibun tell my father about you as well......?

"That's what I'm for, girl. Huo Dongjun stopped, turned his face to Linla Pitana and said, "Let him know that he now has a future son-in-law who looks very rich outside." ”

Linla Pitana bit her lip and wanted to speak, Huo Dongjun smiled: "You don't have to be shy, it has nothing to do with you, your father should only pay attention, very rich, as for whether I am really his son-in-law, it obviously doesn't matter." ”

"What will he do?"

"I don't know, but if I were him, even if I could get out of prison early, I would be in there until the election. ”

"Why?" asked Linla Pitana, confused.

However, Huo Dongjun did not speak again, but continued to walk forward.

Send Linla Pitana, who has not yet returned to his senses, back to the hotel, Huo Dongjun went to the stadium to go around and meet the masters and disciples, tomorrow is the lion fight, the real kung fu martial arts hall is staring at the martial champion of tomorrow's project, the lion fight does not need to perform, it is a death match where the winner is king, Guangwu Guoshu Society, Feilong Martial Arts Hall, Lin Zhengyi Guoshu Hall, Hong Shengcai Li Fo, Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall, Wing Chun Boxing Club......

No matter what fitness qigong, lion dance performances, martial arts routines, these martial arts halls don't care, the six items of the competition, only two really have gold content, lion fighting, and competition in the ring.

The other items are just embellishments, and these two are the main dishes.

Especially tomorrow's lion fight, it is subdivided into two items, man against lion, lion against lion.

......

"Where's Baolong?" Nie Rongfei took off his coat and sat on his mahogany chair drinking tea in only a cardigan, and asked his wife beside him.

His original wife has been dead for almost 20 years, because he was afraid that Nie Rongfei would have no one to take care of, so a group of apprentices Zhang Luo helped Nie Rongfei remarry another wife, but no matter how good the wife is, after all, there is no Qin Se and Ming of the original couple, and Nie Rongfei's attitude towards this remarried lady is more like a nanny or housekeeper many times.

"I went to Master Zhao from the Bagua Gate. Mrs. Nie brought a bowl of warm ginseng tea next to her, put it on the table beside Nie Rongfei and said.

Nie Rongfei nodded, stopped talking, drank half a bowl of ginseng tea that warmed the stomach and sat on the chair with his eyes closed.

"Master, let me help you go back to your room to rest, I'll help you press your head after a day of turmoil in the stadium?" asked his wife, who was twenty-three years younger than Nie Rongfei, asked softly beside her.

In front of outsiders, Nie Rongfei can take her to make friends and visit friends, the couple is affectionate, in front of the apprentices, she can make a group of apprentices and grandchildren open their mouths to call her master, but in the family where there are only two people left, Mrs. Nie knows that her husband will never say something to herself, and he can give him dignity outside, but in this family, she is not only not decent, but even Nie Rongfei's feelings do not account for a point.

"Sir?"

Nie Rongfei didn't react, and Mrs. Nie asked softly.

This time, Nie Rongfei finally opened his eyes, his eyes were full of energy, like an old man who was about to sit on a chair and doze off.

"You help me call Baolong over, and then go to the study to help me prepare pen and ink, I haven't practiced words for a long time, and I just practiced a few words during this time in Baolong. Nie Rongfei picked up the ginseng tea with three fingers, took a sip slowly, and said to his wife.

"It's so late, Baolong's kid also needs to rest, not to mention that you're tired all day, master?" Mrs. Nie said in a soft tone.

Nie Rongfei didn't even look at her, just waved his hand: "If you want to go, you can go." ”

Seeing that her persuasion was ineffective, Mrs. Nie didn't say much anymore and turned around to make a call.

Nie Rongfei sat on the chair and didn't get up and enter the study until he finished drinking all the ginseng tea.

He is a martial artist, but it is not vulgar and unliterate, in fact, the authentic worship of the teacher, follow the master to learn the art of the martial arts, can write a brush can also enter the eye, because the practice of martial arts and medical skills, to learn medicine to learn to write prescriptions, the master sits in the hall to see a doctor, often asks the disciple to help him write the prescription, over time, calligraphy can also be practiced.

Picked up the brush on the bookcase, picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the raw rice paper smoothed with a pair of bronze lion paperweights, straightened up and looked at it, shook his head dissatisfied, and did not change the paper again, but continued to write on the paper.

But half an hour, Sun Baolong, who was dressed in sportswear, stood at the door of the study, and waited for Nie Rongfei to put away his pen before he spoke: "Master." ”

"Are you here?" Nie Rongfei glanced sideways at his apprentice, and continued to look at the rice paper in front of him.

Sun Baolong waited for Nie Rongfei to speak, then entered the study, walked behind Shigong, and looked at the work in front of Nie Rongfei.

On the rice paper is a miscellaneous poem by Tao Yuanming.

When I was young and strong, I had no joy and self-rejoicing. Fierce ambition is all over the world, and Qian Wei thinks far away.

"I think of the old man again. Sun Baolong smiled and said: "The last two sentences are written more than the first two sentences. ”

Nie Rongfei put down his pen and said to his wife, who was busy in the living room outside, "Help Baolong prepare some fruits." ”

"I'll go by myself, don't bother my wife. After speaking, Sun Baolong walked out of the study by himself, and walked in with a plate of fruit a few minutes later.

There is also a piece of mango in his mouth.

Whether it is Nie Rongfei's many disciples, or hundreds of apprentices, when they come to Nie Rongfei's house, they all have to be respectful, but Sun Baolong, who has been personally taught kung fu by Nie Rongfei since he was a child, is an alternative, Nie Rongfei has any good things at home, he has to think about this apprentice, there is really nothing worth taking out for Sun Baolong to see, and he must also let him eat fruit.

So over the years, Sun Baolong has become accustomed to the words of this master, and he doesn't need others to do it, just serve it out and eat it himself.

Seeing Sun Baolong biting a mango, Nie Rongfei showed a smile on his face: "Have you gone to your master?"

The master in Nie Rongfei's mouth at the moment is not his apprentice of Beisheng Cai Li Fo, but Sun Baolong's master in the Bagua Gate, Zhao Jinyang.

Nie Rongfei himself is also proficient in Baguazhang in addition to Beisheng Cai Li Fo's kung fu, but Sun Baolong's gossip kung fu was not taught by himself, but he arranged for Sun Baolong to worship Zhao Jinyang, the master of the Singapore Bagua Gate.

Regarding Beisheng Cai Li Fo's kung fu, he can be said to be a master in Singapore, but he is only proficient in Baguazhang, and there is still a slight gap compared to Zhao Jinyang's understanding of Baguazhang.

"Yes, dinner from the master's house. Sun Baolong swallowed the mango and said with a smile at Nie Rongfei.

Nie Rongfei picked up the brush and continued to write on the paper, asking as he wrote, "What does Zhao Jinyang say about your kung fu?"

"The master said that I went to the stage, and the top three were fine. ”

"Speaking of which, I owe him this favor, in order to let him teach you with his heart, several of his other apprentices are a little difficult to get on the stage, this time I hope you can enter the ring under the banner of Bagua Gate, and I can't refuse. Nie Rongfei said.

After Sun Baolong finished eating the mango, he picked up a bunch of grapes from the fruit bowl and put them in his mouth one by one:

"I know, Master, Master Zhao has taught me for so long, he spoke, even if Master you don't agree, I have to play, otherwise how can I be worthy of the gossip kung fu that Master Zhao passed on to me. ”

"You can think so, yes, I'm afraid that you won't be able to let go of the loss in your heart. Nie Rongfei turned his face, looked at Sun Baolong and said.

Hearing Nie Rongfei's words, Sun Baolong's face changed, but he immediately returned to normal, and smiled at Nie Rongfei:

"Losing once is not losing for a lifetime, and losing once does not mean that I lose every time. ”

"I am willing to promise Zhao Jinyang, I also want you to regain face in the ring, if you lose once, there will be people outside who sneer at you, you should tell them that the apprentices taught by Nie Rongfei are not qualified to be accused even if they lose once. Nie Rongfei put down the brush and said to Sun Baolong.

"Doesn't Shigong often say that others can comment on it?" asked Sun Baolong after swallowing a grape.

Nie Rongfei put the brush down, moved his wrist, stared at Sun Baolong with his eyes and said: "Say I can, I'm already old, say that I'm still learning the art of apprentices, these guys are also worthy?"