This matter ended for a while. After this storm, Xiao Rongfeng did not get anything. At least he had a preliminary understanding of the heroic justice. In this era, even if a hero hurts someone, he still needs to pay for medical expenses.

The act of roaring with injustice was obviously a beautiful fairy tale. Although my father did not blame him and praised him heavily, he was already not as enthusiastic about things like chivalrous and righteousness in his heart.

It is so difficult for people to change their own destiny, let alone change the destiny of others.

His enthusiasm for such things has decreased, but his love for martial arts has increased. Every day after school, he would take three hours to help his body. This is a long process. Moreover, since the last time he jumped with a weight and couldn't even jump over a wall of about three meters, he made him secretly make up his mind to practice his jumping power.

However, a few days later, while Xiao Rongfeng was practicing push-ups against the wall in the yard, he walked over carefully from the door.

He hurriedly returned to normal, stood up, and carefully looked at who the person he was, and found that it was Cang Fuheng who was bullied that day.

At this time, his face was once again covered with color, and he was not wearing glasses, but he found that his right eye socket was black and looked like a tragic look.

Bai Rongfeng asked naturally: "What's wrong with you? Are you bullied again?"

He just gritted his teeth hard and stood in front of Bai Rongfeng without saying a word. At this time, Bai Rongfeng realized that his glasses were being held in his hand at this time. A few pieces had been broken, and fragments were stuck in his palm. Blood slowly flowed down his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

Xiao Rongfeng had a chivalrous heart, but soon rationality took the upper hand and said, "Do you want me to avenge you? No, the last time I just happened to run into it. I am not your guardian, nor your thug. I can protect you once, but I can't protect you for the rest of my life."

He said a series of words, but the voices lured his father Bai Changgeng out. Bai Changgeng came out and saw a child about the same age as Xiao Rongfeng stood at the door of the yard, with a colorful face on his face and blood flowing on his hands.

When an adult, he naturally feels that his child has been beaten, so he immediately asked, "What's going on? What's wrong with you outside?"

When Bai Rongfeng heard the injustice, he hurriedly defended: "Dad, you're so unjust! I'm going to class during the day and working here at night, and there will be time to go out and cause trouble..."

Halfway through, Cang Fuheng suddenly said, "Uncle Bai, I beg you to teach me Kung Fu. I don't want to think about the weeds that no one cares about, let others trample on!"

After saying this, he knelt at the door with a thud. Bai Changgeng understood what was going on at this moment, so he hurriedly walked forward, asked his children first, and said, "Is this your classmate?"

"Yes, from the same school, but not from the same class."

"The last time you saved that person was this child, right?"

"That's right."

Bai Changgeng guessed it after a little analysis, and only the person Xiao Rongfeng saved last time knew that he was good at it.

Since you understand the origin, you cannot let the child kneel on the ground all the time. You hurried forward to support him and said, "Child, get up, don't kneel."

Cang Fuheng said, "No, if you don't teach me, I won't stand up if you beat me to death!"

"You kid, stand up first and then talk. Look at your hands that are broken. It's not too late to bandage the wound first, and then talk about other things." When he said this, he inserted his hand into his armpit and gently lifted it, and Cang Fuheng stood up uncontrollably.

This also made Cang Fuheng's eyes widen. Unexpectedly, such an understatement lift would have such strength. Not only did he lift it up, but his feet were even a few centimeters away from the ground. Faced with the same skill, Cang Fuheng undoubtedly admired Bai Rongfeng's father a little more.

Then Cang Fuheng followed Bai Changgeng back to the house honestly, but Bai Rongfeng did not go back and was still staying in the yard to continue doing push-ups.

Bai Changgeng took out medical supplies from the cabinet, slowly took off the glasses fragments of his palm with tweezers, and said, "Have it over." Then he wiped his palm with alcohol cotton.

Cang Fuheng was so painful that he grinned, but he didn't shout it out. Bai Changgeng nodded in his heart. This kid had a good patience. At such a young age, it was not something that everyone could do.

Then he carefully wrapped it in gauze and said, "Okay, don't touch the water in the past few days, it will be fine after a while."

"Thank you, Uncle Bai, but I still ask you to teach me martial arts. I don't want others to continue bullying."

"I am not a martial arts master. If you want to learn, you might as well learn some boxing and Sanda. If you think it's slow, you can learn judo and wrestle. If you practice well, you can strengthen your body. No one dares to bully you anymore. After studying hard and become a useful person in society. Whoever has a higher status will naturally be respectful and support you. If you are bullied at that time, you will not have to do it yourself. There will naturally be someone who stands up for you."

Cang Fuheng shook his head quickly and said, "No, those are not real kung fu, I want to learn real kung fu!"

Bai Changgeng smiled unconsciously. It seemed that young people today were very hurt by martial arts novels and martial arts movies. They would beat a strong man in them at any time, or they would hit the Japanese to enhance their national integrity and pride.

There are also some more mysterious things in martial arts novels. There is no lack of fighting a few or dozens of them. It is not impossible to achieve this, but it has nothing to do with learning any martial arts, but it has something to do with people. When a person is diligent enough, he can learn any martial arts in the world and become the best in the world.

In other words, there are no advantages and disadvantages in martial arts, but their skills are of high or low.

But seeing how persistent he was, he was very stunning. Then he thought that the effect of practicing Rong Feng by himself was not obvious. It would be better to find a accompanying practitioner and practice in practice. On the one hand, he would teach the child's martial arts skills, and on the other hand, he could also make Rong Feng achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Okay, I agree to teach you."

Cang Fuheng was not vague. When he heard this, he immediately knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said, "Master, please be bowed by my disciple!"

Bai Changgeng said, "Get up, don't be happy too early. Let me tell you the truth. My kung fu is passed down from my ancestors and will never be passed on to outsiders, but don't worry, I will teach you some superficial things, which is more than enough to deal with those who bully you!"

Cang Fuheng naturally would not have any objection, but said, "You can give it to your disciple anything, and your disciple will not complain."

On that night, Bai Rongfeng had a companion when practicing qigong. He was no longer boring and sprinting, running, or push-ups alone. There was also a person doing the same activities as him every day, and even the weight of the sandbag on his body was the same.

However, Cang Fuheng showed amazing willpower. His talent was not high, which was far inferior to Bai Rongfeng. However, if you want to say that this willpower was terrible, it even exceeded his own tolerance several times and fainted on the spot.

Even if he wakes up, he has only one thought. He can finish the project he should finish today. He cannot delay or fall behind, otherwise the effect will be bad.

Even Bai Changgeng admired his willpower. Even if a person like him is a little less talented, he can still make up for it through acquired efforts, even higher and farther than those prides of heaven.

On this day, the two of them were practicing push-ups. Cang Fuheng had been here for three months. He had not been absent during this period. Although his body would still be bullied, because of the constant exercise and sprinting, the children could not catch up with him at all, and they were spared a serious pain.

Moreover, during these three months, he has become much stronger, but his eyes are still as strong as before, like a ball of dead ashes, as if he has seen through life and death, and he is alive and does not care about his eyes when he dies.

Bai Rongfeng was actually afraid of that look in her heart, and she witnessed her own eyes that this guy was like crazy, beating those guys who were powerless to resist.

But he was still curious about one thing, which was why he was always bullied. As far as he knew, all those people had transferred to school, could there be another wave of new people asking him for protection fees?

Just as he reached ninety-six, Bai Rongfeng suddenly asked, "For so long, I have been curious about one thing, why do those little gangsters always ask you for money."

Cang Fuheng pondered for a moment, but did not stop the movement in his hand and said, "I have money."

"Is rich? How rich can I be? There is more than one rich at home."

"I'm easy to bully."

"Can you say a few more words! It's always like squeezing toothpaste. You are now in the same group as me, you are my father's outer disciple, I am my father's closed disciple, and they are all family members. You can say whatever you have!"

Cang Fuheng looked at Bai Rongfeng meaningfully, and then said, "My parents are divorced. They both value their careers very much and give me 10,000 yuan a day to spend whatever they want."

"Ten thousand...it's really inhumane."

"They thought that using money would make up for my original care, but this money caused me to suffer. I was never stingy in the class and often invited others to eat, drink and that. At first, I had a lot of friends, and I lent them to him without saying a word. If I want to pay it back, I will pay it back. If I don't want to, I will forget this.

But the good times didn't last long. I gradually learned about my wealthy news throughout the grade, and more and more friends. Later, the whole school knew about it. The senior students came to me for money and asked me for money. If I didn't give it, I would beat me. At most, four or five groups of people came to me for money. Some of them stopped hitting me if they gave it, but some had to make up for two punches when they gave it."
Chapter completed!