Chapter 22: Become a disciple (please read)

White Tiger Boxing Gym, on the side of the main hall.

Fang Hu and Fang Yue are waiting here.

They took the back door and were naturally much slower than the Wang family uncles and nephews who rode in directly from the front door.

And after they came in, they found out that the uncle and nephew of the other party were also looking for their master to become their disciples.

So, the two of them can only wait now.

"The owner of the White Tiger Boxing Gym is my master Mr. Zheng. You must be more respectful when you enter."

"When you meet someone, remember to salute."

Fang Hu told Fang Yue the rules and some details.

Just as he was talking, he saw some people walking out of the main hall. Some of the faces were familiar and they were former classmates.

But these people didn't seem to see him, nor did they look here.

He talked to himself and left with a smile.

After waiting for a while, a disciple called Fang Hu to come in.

"Fang Yue, wait here first."

After saying that, Fang Hu entered the main hall.

Although I was a little confused as to why he was asked to fall in alone, this was obviously not the time to ask.

It’s important to do business first, and after finishing the business, you have to rush back.

It's hundreds of miles back and forth, and the road is not smooth, so it's better to go back early.

"Second senior brother!"

Fang Hu first saluted Chen Tong with clasped fists. After completing the etiquette, Fang Hu asked again: "Second senior brother, where is the master?"

"Master is tired today and is resting. No one is around."

Chen Tong's tone was calm, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes when he looked at Fang Hu. He was looking at a stranger, full of distance.

"Junior Brother Fang is here to recruit a disciple?"

"Yes, my nephew has a decent talent and a desire to be a martial artist, so I want to take him in and teach him."

Fang Hu nodded and said quickly.

"Um."

Chen Tong pondered for a moment, then looked at Fang Hu: "However, Junior Brother Fang, do you know that I, the official disciple of White Tiger Fist, can only accept one in your current situation."

"If you are sure to accept him, then you can't pass the White Tiger Fist on to your son. Oh, this is the new rule set by the master. We in this generation must accept disciples according to their cultivation base. Based on your cultivation base, , can only accept one official disciple."

"That's why I asked you to come in alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Tong picked up the tea next to him and blew the tea gently without waiting for Fang Hu's answer.

Should I choose my son or my nephew?

Which one is close and which one is far away can be known without comparing.

It’s not hard to choose, but it’s not easy either.

As for asking other juniors of White Tiger Fist to recruit another disciple, it is also possible, but it will also occupy other people's places, and who will help for no reason.

Naturally, he does not have this restriction, but he will definitely not accept Fang Hu's son or nephew.

Fang Hu's qualifications are average. What kind of talents can his younger disciples have? Even if they have talents, they will be wasted due to lack of nutrition all year round.

Therefore, how could he accept this kind of disciple who was destined to have limited achievements in the future?

"Second Senior Brother, I understand this."

Fang Hu took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment, unable to make a decision.

In the past, White Tiger Fist disciples could accept three disciples, but they didn't expect that the rules would be changed this time.

Restricting disciples from accepting disciples is the proper intention.

If there are no restrictions and disciples can accept as many disciples as they want, vicious competition may arise. After all, the number of people who can learn martial arts is limited.

If we let the door open to accepting disciples, we would be able to learn the true teachings without even going to the boxing gym, and the boxing gym would simply not be able to sustain itself.

However, this change now really puts Fang Hu in a dilemma.

He took a deep breath and soon his eyes became firm: "Second Senior Brother, I have thought about it and decided to accept my nephew."

"Well, okay, now that it's decided, let him come in."

Chen Tong didn't try to persuade him and just asked someone to invite Fang Yue.

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After a stick of incense,

Fang Hu took Fang Yue out of the White Tiger Boxing Gym, of course through the back door.

Come in through the back door and leave through the back door.

He left without disturbing many people.

"Master Fang Hu, shall we go back now?"

Fang Yue followed Fang Hu and asked softly.

He also noticed that Fang Hu seemed to be in a very low mood after coming out of the White Tiger Boxing Gym.

"Well, go back to Uncle Zhang's house, take Ergou and Zhang Shu with you," Fang Hu replied calmly.

"You want to take Senior Sister Zhang with you? Will she go back with us?" Fang Yue asked.

Zhang Shu wants to follow them to Daliushu Village?

What's going on? Daliushu Village is a remote and remote place. The environment is much worse than that of Xiahe County.

The other party's family is wealthy, so eating meat here is nothing.

And if you go to Daliushu Village, you can only eat flour cakes and wild vegetables. This young lady can bear the poor life.

Although Fang Yue could also see that Senior Sister Zhang Shu did not have the problems of a spoiled young lady from a rich family, he did not think that she could endure such hardship.

So, why did Zhang Shu follow them to Daliushu Village?

It's not like Master Zhang wants his daughter to experience life in the countryside.

"Yes, Zhang Shu will go back with us. Your uncle Zhang will be away on business for three months during this period. If you are worried about leaving your senior sister at home alone, let her follow us for a while first." Fang Hu explained.

Fang Yue nodded, indicating that he understood.

So that's why, no wonder the rich lady followed them to Daliushu Village.

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The next day, it was dawn.

In front of Zhang's house.

"Dad, I will never make you angry again, can you let Shu'er stay." Zhang Shu looked at Zhang Boyang with red eyes.

"Nonsense, you will come back after three months, who said you are not needed, just talking nonsense here."

Zhang Boyang frowned and didn't look at Zhang Shu crying.

Thinking of what he was going to do, he couldn't leave his daughter here alone.

If the news leaked out, his daughter would be in danger.

So, even if he was reluctant, he had to be cruel.

However, he still took out a purse and handed it to his daughter.