Chen Zikun turned around subconsciously and saw that the young man who was leading the disciples to practice boxing in the Jingwu Association was smiling at him.
"You called me?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"Chen Zhen, you really don't remember me.
I'm Huo Dongge."
The young man came over and patted his shoulder affectionately.
Chen Zikun said: "Sorry, I fell from a horse and lost my memory two years ago.
I have forgotten everything before."
Huo Dongge said: "No wonder, we ate and slept together and were brothers.
I asked you why you didn't say hello when you saw me."
Chen Zikun was puzzled: "So I am really Huo Yuanjia's disciple.
Why did Senior Brother Liu Zhensheng deny me just now?"
Huo Dongge said: "It's not that he doesn't recognize you, it's that he doesn't know that master has accepted you as his disciple."
Chen Zikun was even more surprised: "What the hell is going on?"
A voice came from the direction of the Jingwu Association: "Dongge, Senior Brother is looking for you."
Huo Dongge said: "I still have something to do.
I'll look for you later.
Where do you live?"
"Dadong Hotel 306."
"Okay, see you later."
Huo Dongge smiled with his white teeth and ran back to the Jingwu Association quickly.
"Chen Zhen, my name is Chen Zhen."
Along the way, Chen Zikun was thinking about this strange yet familiar name.
Zhabei belongs to the Chinese community, and the streets are very lively with people coming and going.
Several newsboys waved mimeographed leaflets and handed them out to everyone they saw.
Chen Zikun also had a copy stuffed in his arms, with the words "Report for national salvation and avenge of shame" printed on it.
The content is all about Shandong issues, and there are black characters in prominent positions to remind people to beware of Japanese poisoning and so on.
Rounding the corner, a large group of students arrived on the opposite side of the road, carrying the banner of Fudan University in an orderly manner.
The banners read: Boycott Japanese goods, Give me back Qingdao, etc.
They shouted slogans as they walked, and several patrol policemen watched from a distance.
There was no obstruction.
There was a tea shed on the side of the road with a notice in front of it, which read: "The Qingdao problem has occurred, all walks of life have unanimously stopped.
The students are enthusiastic about the country, but they are just trying their best."
The signature was a tearful complaint from the prostitute community.
Looking at the tea shed, there are several graceful beauties with light eyebrows sitting there.
Four or five little girls with low eyebrows are waiting on them with teapots and trays.
From time to time, students who are thirsty and shouting slogans come in to drink tea.
"Isn't that Miss Jian Bing?"
Li Yaoting had sharp eyes and recognized Jian Bing at once, and the three of them walked into the tea shed to chat.
It turned out that this was the brothel National Salvation Corps organized by the Shanghai Flower Industry, specially serving the protesting students.
Chen Zikun was slightly embarrassed when he saw Jian Bing, but Jian Bing acted as if nothing had happened.
He warmly invited them to sit down and drink tea.
They discussed the current situation before standing up to leave.
While walking on the road, Jiang Zhiqing was very silent.
Chen Zikun noticed something strange about him and asked, "What's on your mind, Brother Jiang?"
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Jiang Zhiqing said: "Brother Chen, what do you think of this movement?"
Chen Zikun was speechless for a moment.
He really hadn't seriously considered this issue.
Jiang Zhiqing said to himself: "It is indeed valuable for students to be passionate about serving the country, but taking back Shandong and restoring sovereignty cannot be solved by demonstrations and boycotting Japanese goods.
I have studied in Japan for several years, and I know that although Japan's territory is Small, but very ambitious.
After the Sino-Japanese War, they were eyeing China, and the problem could not be solved without a war. " Chen Zikun said: "If he wants to fight, then he will fight."
Jiang Zhiqing shook his head: "China is divided into pieces and has too much time to take care of itself.
If a war breaks out, it will fall apart immediately."
Chen Zikun said: "What should we do?"
Jiang Zhiqing looked to the south, with sparks of hope in his eyes: "As for the hero who can turn the tide and save China from danger, Mr.
Sun Wen is the only one."
"Sun Wen" Chen Zikun murmured to himself.
This name was familiar to him when he was at Peking University, but it seemed that the students did not think as highly of him as Jiang Zhiqing.
"Let's go, call Chen Guofu and Dai Jitao, let's talk about heroes over wine."
Jiang Zhiqing suddenly became drunk.
Jiang Zhiqing held a banquet that night, but Chen Zikun was thinking about the agreement between Huo Dongge and himself, so he returned to the hotel early, but after waiting all night, Huo Dongge didn't come.
Early the next morning, Chen Zikun couldn't hold himself back anymore and went to the Jingwu Sports Club on Pekel Road, Zhabei by himself.
When he arrived, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
The clubhouse was quiet.
Chen Zikun was a little confused.
Could it be that they Don’t you need to practice martial arts?
When I walked in, I saw that the clubhouse was in a mess.
Weapon racks, tables, chairs and benches, and the flagpole were all smashed into a mess.
There were still faint blood stains on the ground.
Some wounded people lay groaning in the corridor, and female members went back and forth with gauze and red potion.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly a young man jumped out and asked sternly, staring at Chen Zikun with wary eyes, holding a shining single sword in his hand.
Chen Zikun said: "I am Huo Dongge's friend, and I have something to do with him."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Dongge was injured and is recovering in the house."
Chen Zikun was surprised.
It is said that the Jingwu Association should be as powerful as the Beidou in the domestic martial arts world.
Huo Dongge is the son of Huo Yuanjia.
No matter how bad his martial arts is, he can be injured by others.
It can be seen that the enemy He is by no means an idle person.
He quickly came to the hall, where there were more than a dozen wounded people lying here and there, most of them with serious trauma that broke their muscles and bones.
Only Huo Dongge was pale, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries.
Chen Zikun stepped forward and asked: "Brother Dongge, who injured you?"
Huo Dongge glanced at him, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said intermittently: "I'm sorry you're here, I look like this."
A mouthful of blood spurted out again.
A little girl dressed in tight clothes and narrow sleeves who was taking care of him was very dissatisfied.
Her neat bangs fell to her forehead.
She stared at Chen Zikun with her eyes and said angrily: "Who are you?
You came in."
Chen Zikun was about to answer when suddenly a group of people came in from outside, led by a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing.
When the members met him, they all called him respectfully: "Uncle Farmer."
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The several tough men following Uncle Nong walked with a wind, and they looked like Lian Jiazi at first glance.
"Go away."
The little girl stepped forward and pushed Chen Zikun aside, calling to the farmer uncle and saying, "You are here.
The Hongkou Dojo invited masters to come and beat the gym.
They beat the Dongge to such a level that all the brothers also failed."
Uncle Nong frowned, first checked Huo Dongge's injury, and then asked: "Where is Liu Zhensheng?"
"Elder brother went to the police station to report the incident," the little girl said.
Uncle Nong shook his head: "Nowadays, students are causing trouble, and the police department is overwhelmed.
How can they have time to take care of this?
Besides, it concerns the Japanese, so they don't dare to come forward."
"Dongge, who the hell son hurt you?
Let's help you vent your anger."
Those tough men crowded up and shouted loudly.
Chen Zikun was pushed into a corner by them and accidentally touched something. , looking back, there was a black and white plaque on the ground with the four characters "Sick Man of East Asia" on it.
The men were still shouting.
Some gave Huo Dongge his own elixir to take, and some wanted to use internal energy to heal his injuries.
However, Chen Zikun saw that although they were noisy and lively, there was always a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
Huo Dongge blinked at Uncle Nong with difficulty, and then turned his eyes to Chen Zikun.
Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, Uncle Nong put his ear to his mouth and listened for a while, then straightened up and looked at Chen Zikun.
Chen Zikun had a premonition that this man should know his life experience, so he couldn't help but stop.
Sure enough, Uncle Nong walked up to him, looked him up and down, patted his shoulders and arms, and said happily: "You have grown up. , and it’s solid.”
Chen Zikun didn't know what to say.
Uncle Nong smiled and said: "My name is Nong Jinsun.
I am your master's friend and the founder of the Jingwu Sports Association.
When you became your master, only three and a half people knew about it, and I am One of them, that half is a child, your fourth senior brother."
Nong Jinsun said, and turned around and shouted: "Don't be stunned, Xiaoyan, quickly move a chair for your fifth senior brother."
The girl named Xiaoyan was immediately dumbfounded: "He is the fifth senior brother, then who am I?"
Nong Jinsun said: "You used to be the fifth junior sister, but now that Chen Zhen is back, you are the sixth junior sister.
You are the youngest anyway, so there is no loss."
Xiaoyan moved a chair angrily and invited Chen Zikun to sit on it.
Everyone also sat down.
It turned out that those who came with Nong Jinsun were all celebrities in the Shanghai martial arts world.
Although they were from different martial arts, they often competed with each other.
There is quite a bit of competition among the students, but when faced with the challenge from the Japanese, they still share the same hatred.
A highly respected master said: "We have all learned the karate skills of the Japanese in Hongkou Dojo, but it's just mediocre.
Why was Master Huo so seriously injured this time?"
Xiaoyan said: "This time is different from the past.
They invited a master and brought a lot of ronin.
We just..."
All the martial arts people present shook their heads and sighed.
"Is the guy in your hand just a fire stick?"
A fellow martial artist stood up angrily and picked up the red tassel gun that was chopped into two pieces on the ground, looking like he hated iron.
Xiaoyan retorted: "Our Jingwu Association mainly focuses on boxing and kicking kung fu.
These swords, guns, swords and halberds are also used to practice routines.
The Japanese Ronin's swords are sharp and the gun barrels can be broken with one cut.
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Although we are defeated, we are not ashamed.
We are always It’s better than some people who don’t dare to play against the Japanese and only make sarcastic remarks.”
"Who are you talking about?"
The martial arts comrade's temples were beating and his eyebrows were standing up, which was quite scary.
"I'm just telling you," Xiao Yancai said tit for tat without fear of him.
"Situ Xiaoyan, why are you talking to Master Yang?
There are no rules at all."
Nong Jinsun shouted, and then said to Master Yang: "Don't be like a child."
Xiaoyan puffed up his cheeks and stopped talking.
Leader Yang felt bored and pretended to be free and easy: "Brother Nong, I believe that the most urgent issue at the moment is to solve the major preparations for the National Sports Federation.
The Jingwu Association has suffered such a disaster.
I am afraid that my vitality is severely damaged and I no longer have the strength to prepare for this matter.
It is better to leave it to our Zhensong Martial Arts Hall. " "I don't need to worry about you, Master Yang.
Our Jingwu Association has elite soldiers and strong generals."
Liu Zhensheng's cold reply came from the door.
"Elder brother, they are bullying people," Situ Xiaoyan shouted, jumping on his feet.
Liu Zhensheng raised a hand, and Xiaoyan immediately swallowed back what he said and stood next to Huo Dongge quite aggrievedly.
Head Yang sneered: "Huo Yuanjia died at the hands of the Japanese, and now Huo Dongge has been seriously injured by the Japanese.
You, Liu Zhensheng, are still seriously ill, and Huo Dongzhang and Lu Da'an are far away in the south.
What else does your Jingwu Association have?"
Man, can we rely on her?"
As he spoke, he pointed at Situ Xiaoyan with a look of contempt on his face.
Everyone in the Jingwu Association was furious and clenched their fists loudly, but they had to admit that the other party was right.
Senior Brother Liu Zhensheng was infected with lung disease some time ago, and he finally recovered.
His body bones have not fully recovered, so he cannot go to war. , and the second senior brother and the third senior brother are preparing for the Jingwu branch in Guangdong.
Only the fourth senior brother Huo Dongge is left in the family.
Now he has been seriously injured by the Japanese.
Is it possible to really let the younger junior sister go into battle?
At the moment of embarrassment, suddenly a tall young man wearing an old suit stood up.
He said calmly: "And I, Chen Zhen of Jingwu Sect
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