Chapter 153: Generational Transmission

The whistle has a strange tune and is extremely difficult to imitate.

It goes without saying that this must be the sound of the boy giving a signal to his companions.

Jun Heng had no idea of ​​the young man's identity, nor did he know what message the whistle was conveying to his companions.

Jun secretly made a gesture to the secret guards, indicating that they should be more alert and protect themselves if the situation changed.

At the same time, as the boy whistled, the two men in the bun shop changed their expressions.

"He really is a member of the Zhang family." The man from the bun shop said, glancing at Jun Heng.

"Oh, you may not know." The man explained: "Ever since the Zhang family acquired martial arts, they have been managing the public security of this street. Sometimes when they are short of manpower, they have fixed a sound as a signal, so that they can call their companions around for help at any time."

Jun Heng's eyes changed slightly when he looked at the young man. The man in the bun shop scratched his head and added, "Of course, the Zhang family is not a bully. They are good people who will help the old lady pass the time...

"Well, I got it wrong. The whistle that boy blew just now was the signal they used to contact their companions. I guess the Zhang family will come over soon."

Sure enough, as soon as the man finished speaking, an identical whistle echoed the boy's voice from the other end of the street.

"Hey, you'd better let me go. My brother..." The boy didn't even finish his words before he was choked by the strength in Jun Heng's hand.

Not long after, a man about the same age as Jun Heng came up to the group.

The man was tall and had a dark complexion, but his fierce look also had a kind look.

Because the word the boy said was "brother", Jun Heng had a preconceived notion that the person who came would be about the same age as the boy. When he saw the other person's appearance, Jun Heng looked him up and down for a while.

This person seemed relatively reliable, so Jun Heng let go of the boy's hand.

Jun Heng was not the only one who was surprised by the man's appearance. Even the boy who whistled on his own initiative was frightened and trembled.

The young man put away his ignorant look, dodged nervous glances, and bowed respectfully: "Master."

The boy was nervous when he saw the man, but the man from the bun shop was relieved and poked Jun Heng with his arm.

"Look, this person is the one I just told you about, the head of the Zhang family, and Miss Ji's personal disciple - Zhang Fei."

Zhang Fei didn't care that the man in the bun shop was discussing him with Jun Heng, and asked calmly, "Li Lin, what's going on?"

The boy's name was Li Lin.

In front of the man from the bun shop and Jun Heng, Li Lin didn't hesitate, and immediately knelt in front of Zhang Fei, "Master, I know I was wrong."

Although Zhang Fei didn't know what was going on, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Did you steal other people's things again?" Zhang Fei asked Li Lin.

Before Li Lin could say anything, the man in the bun shop quickly replied, "Yes, yes, he has been stealing my buns for three or five days in a row. You have to take care of it for us."

Zhang Fei looked at the two men in the bun shop, and his eyes fell on Li Lin condescendingly: "Is it true?" "My mother is still sick, and I need money to buy medicine every day..." Li Lin never raised his head, staring at the ground, "Although we maintain the law and order in this area every day, the money we get is not much. These people are protected by us, but they have never thought of giving us protection money."

When Li Lin said this, there was some indignation in his tone.
Zhang Fei was silent for a moment. "Have you forgotten what I taught you the day I accepted you as my apprentice? Poverty cannot change! There is no money to be made, and we are different now than before!

"I promised my master that the martial arts I learned would be used to protect people instead of hurting them. On the day I entered the sect, you also promised me that you would use what you learned to protect everyone here.

"Since you can't do it, then go back and accept the punishment, and then do what you should do. We will not have you in our Zhang family anymore."

Li Lin wanted to say something but stopped himself, but knowing that Zhang Fei was determined, he did not say much. He kowtowed and stood up.

Just as the boy was about to leave, Zhang Fei called him again, "Wait."

Li Lin was stunned for a moment.

"Last time I asked you, you said your mother's illness was almost cured, so I didn't ask any more questions. If you still need money, take it from me first, and pay me back when you have money."

Li Lin nodded, his eyes slightly red, and finally left without saying anything.

"This kid is smart but he doesn't keep his word. He will never achieve anything great." Zhang Fei shook his head and looked at the man in the bun shop.

"Old Third, I will pay back all the things he took from you."

The man waved his hands and said, "Forget it. What this guy did was not right, but what he said was quite right. It's just a few buns. You don't have to pay it back. Save some money and buy more meat for those kids there. I'll leave first."

Zhang Fei wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

The two men from the bun shop left, and Li Lin also left. Now only Jun Heng was left standing in front of Zhang Fei.

"You... also had something stolen by Li Lin?" Zhang Fei looked at the jade pendant on Jun Heng's waist. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person. The noble aura around him and the temperament in his every move were somewhat similar to Ji Chenxing's temperament.

That is the temperament that only the upper-class people in the capital have.

Zhang Fei felt an inexplicable sense of oppression from Jun Heng.

"Oh, he didn't get my stuff, don't worry."

Compared to the jade pendant around his waist, Jun Heng cared more about something else.

"Did Ji Chenxing teach you your martial arts?" Jun Heng asked.

"That's right." Zhang Fei nodded. "All of us here are refugees from other places. We don't have land to farm, and we don't have any skills to make a living. Thanks to what she taught us, we can have clothes to wear and food to eat."

Zhang Fei saw that Jun Heng didn't want to leave, so he took Jun Heng deeper into the area.

"What do you plan to do with the martial arts she taught you?" Jun Heng asked.

"As you can see, I use these martial arts to protect the people here from being bullied. After the droughts and floods in recent years, there must be many people who come to the capital to escape famine. The government may not be able to handle it at that time, and I also want to do my part.

"Of course, if possible, I also want to pass on what I have learned from generation to generation, so that the children of our Zhang family will also have something to inherit, and they will all remember what she looked like and know her name..."