Chen Zikun stood up, but his colleagues in the martial arts world ignored him at all.
They all had their legs crossed and their heads lowered to sip tea.
Only Master Yang of the Zhensong Martial Arts Hall said disdainfully: "There are no generals in Sichuan, so Liao Hua becomes the vanguard, haha, There really is no one left in the Jingwu Association.”
"Master Yang, when Guan Yu Wenjiu killed Hua Xiong, he was just a little pony archer, and it didn't stop him from killing the general in front of the battle."
Chen Zikun responded in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
"Oh, that's not a small talk.
You are Liu Zhensheng's disciple, right?
When did the Jingwu Club become so unruly?
It's the junior's turn to speak."
Headmaster Yang sneered.
Chen Zikun said: "I am Huo Yuanjia's direct disciple.
Now that the master is gone, why can't we, brothers and fellow apprentices, talk to each other?"
Liu Zhensheng frowned.
He recognized Chen Zikun as the master of Mizong Quan who came to visit yesterday, but in his memory, the master had never accepted such a disciple.
Huo's Kung Fu had always been passed down from within to outsiders, until Huo Yuanjia's generation.
Only then did a change take place, and the "Mountain Mountain" which was already well-known at that time was taken over as an exception.
Dong Daxia Liu Zhensheng became his disciple, and later he took in Lu Daan.
As for Situ Xiaoyan, he was an orphan adopted by Huo Yuanjia.
He was several years younger than Huo Dongge and was considered a closed disciple.
Plus his eldest son Huo Dongzhang , there are five people in total, I can count them on one hand, so how could I make a mistake?
So Liu Zhensheng didn't say anything, but just turned his attention to Nong Jinsun.
He was Huo Yuanjia's close friend and one of the founders of the Jingwu Association.
There were many secrets that only he and his master knew, and as the senior brother who taught Kung Fu, he did not Don't know.
Before Nong Jinsun could say anything, Situ Xiaoyan helped: "Uncle Nong just said that Chen Zhen is our fifth senior brother in the Jingwu Association, didn't you hear?"
Head Yang sneered: "Master Huo is no longer here, and there are people who are using his name to deceive.
You just ignore it, and you actually make the fake come true.
We martial arts comrades are so easy to deceive.
Huo Yuanjia only has five apprentices in total.
Why?"
After ten years of death, another one suddenly pops up."
Nong Jinsun was a little angry and said: "Master Yang's words are wrong.
Master Huo has to report to you when he accepts a disciple?"
Master Yang justified himself by saying: "Master Huo accepts apprentices without telling the world.
However, the National Sports Federation is about to be established.
This is a grand event that our Chinese martial arts has not seen in thousands of years.
We can't be careless.
If the Japanese The spy sneaking in will be extremely harmful.
I am also thinking about the overall situation, so I ask Mr.
Nong not to take offense. " A martial arts senior who had been sitting on a chair drinking tea stood up, raised his hands and said, "Let me be fair.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether this young man is Huo Yuanjia's direct disciple.
What's important is that Does he have the strength to represent the Jingwu Association?”
Everyone agreed.
Head Yang stood up, tied his robe around his waist, and hooked his hands with Chen Zikun: "Come on, little brother, let me try your skills."
After saying that, he twisted his body and flew to the yard.
He was as light as a swallow, and the people present were all practitioners.
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How could they not see the wonderfulness of his movements and the high level of his kung fu?
Suddenly, there was a burst of applause.
Chen Zikun remained unmoved.
Leader Yang was furious: "Is it possible that you don't dare to compete?"
Chen Zikun said: "Yes, I don't dare."
Everyone was in an uproar, and even Liu Zhensheng felt that Chen Zikun's move was too presumptuous.
Such contempt for fellow martial artists would be greatly detrimental to the reputation of the Jingwu Association.
Chen Zikun continued: "My kung fu is not for competition, but for killing people.
I'm afraid that I'll hurt Master Yang, and I won't be able to take care of you if you leave orphans and widowers."
Head Yang was really angry this time, his beard stood on end, and he shouted: "You cowardless man, how could Huo Yuanjia accept a disciple like you?
He only talks about being tough, but if you have the guts, we will see the truth in our fists and feet.
You Don’t worry, if Yang makes a mistake and dies under your fist, all the people present will be able to bear witness, and it won’t be up to you.”
Chen Zikun said: "You are willing to die, but I am not willing to kill.
Learning martial arts is not for being brave and ruthless, but for strengthening the body and protecting the family and the country.
Master Yang is so old.
Is it possible?"
I don’t even understand this simple truth.”
The righteous words made Master Yang feel ashamed, but he still said tough: "If you have the ability, why don't you go to settle accounts with the Japanese?"
Chen Zikun said: "Aren't you entangled in me?
Otherwise, I would have gone long ago."
After saying that, he turned around, picked up the plaque of the Sick Man of East Asia, put it on his shoulder, and went out proudly.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, unable to believe that he, a stupid young man, actually went to settle accounts with the Japanese.
Situ Xiaoyan was the first to jump up and said, "I'll go with you."
Several Jingwuhui disciples who were slightly injured also picked up swords and sticks to follow.
Liu Zhensheng slapped the table: "Nonsense."
Situ Xiaoyan said aggrievedly: "Senior Brother, look at how the four senior brothers were beaten."
Liu Zhensheng said: "If a dog bites a person, why should a person bite a dog?
Whoever steps out of this door today will no longer be a member of the Jingwu Association."
"Senior Brother" Situ Xiaoyan stamped his feet and left bitterly.
Although she was the little junior sister who was loved by everyone, she did not dare to ignore the orders of the senior senior brother.
The martial arts comrades looked at each other, stood up and left.
The wounded from the Jingwu Association were also carried out, leaving only Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun in the huge living room.
Liu Zhensheng sighed and said: "The Jingwu Club is no longer the Jingwu Club when the master was still alive.
The old ones and the young ones can't stand the torment at all.
If the Jingwu Club breaks in my hands, how will I face it?"
Master’s spirit in heaven.”
Nong Jinsun came over and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Zhensheng, I understand your difficulties.
Nowadays, the Jingwu Association has no successor and is unable to support itself alone.
Moreover, the Shanghai martial arts community is in disarray and is unable to fight against the Japanese.
However, the East Ge was seriously injured by them, and this debt must be settled no matter what."
Liu Zhensheng said: "The Japanese came to provoke me when I was not in the martial arts school.
The debt will naturally be settled, but we cannot act recklessly.
We must consider the long term.
By the way, Mr.
Nong, that Chen Zhen" Nong Jinsun said: "This man is indeed a disciple of Master Huo.
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Back then, Huo Yuanjia was entrusted by Tao Chengzhang of the Guangfu Society to take this son as his disciple.
He came to teach martial arts three days a week.
This matter was kept secret.
Only one person in the Jingwu Society Your master, I, and Dongge know.”
Liu Zhensheng suddenly realized and said: "I see, no wonder his Mizong Quan is very authentic.
Since we are fellow juniors, I can't just sit back and watch him get into trouble.
Mr.
Nong, I will go after him now."
After that, he got up and went out, heading straight to Hongkou Dojo.
Hongkou belongs to the Zhabei area of the Chinese border.
Japanese people have settled in this area thirty years ago.
Today, tens of thousands of Japanese people live there.
Japanese-style taverns can be seen everywhere on the streets, and people wearing kimonos and clogs are walking around on foot.
Japanese women are also common and are known as Little Tokyo.
Hongkou Dojo is a kendo gym opened by the Japanese.
It is only open to Japanese nationals.
No Chinese are allowed to enter.
In fact, honest Japanese people don’t come here.
Most of the people who come and go here are people with long waistbands.
Ronin of the sword.
A tall young man in a suit got off the rickshaw with a wooden sign under his arm, walked to the entrance of the Hongkou Dojo, and bowed slightly to the gatekeeper: "I want it."
Seeing his reserved heroic spirit and steady steps, the gatekeeper knew that he was a member of the Lian family, so he bowed in return and said, "I want it."
Chen Zikun entered the Hongkou Dojo in a grand manner.
It was a typical Japanese courtyard with mainly wooden buildings.
There were ponds and lawns in the courtyard, the roads were paved with white stones, and several cherry blossom trees stood in the courtyard.
Chen Zikun walked to the corridor, took off his leather shoes and put them away.
A pair of torn socks under his feet exposed his toes.
He did not feel embarrassed at all.
He opened the sliding door with the plaque under his arm, walked into the inner room, knelt down and said loudly in Japanese: "Excuse me."
Twenty kendo disciples in white kimonos were lined up on both sides, sitting majestically listening to the teacher's lecture.
When they heard his voice, forty eyes came over them.
Seeing the uninvited guest coming in, the teacher stopped teaching, stared at him with a sinister gaze, and scolded: "Baga, what's the matter with you?"
Chen Zikun lowered his head and said respectfully: "Your Excellency has forgotten something.
I will return it to its original owner."
The teacher said: "That's it, what is it?"
Chen Zikun showed the plaque under his arm.
The four white words "Sick Man of East Asia" on it were particularly dazzling.
The teacher was furious: "You are not Japanese" Chen Zikun stood up, his head almost hitting the roof.
He curled his lips and said scornfully: "Idiot, are there any Japanese as tall as me?"
The teacher felt insulted: "Who the hell are you?"
"Jingwuhui Chen Zhen"
This stirred up a hornet's nest.
The kendo students on both sides rushed up with strange screams.
Chen Zikun swung the plaque and hit the three people at the front.
Then he kicked one person away with a side kick and knocked down the two people behind him. , and then rushed over like a tiger rushing into a herd of sheep, crossing his legs left and right.
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Instead, he used the unique trick of Foshan Shadowless Kick.
The average height of this group of students was less than 1.6 meters.
In front of the tall and powerful Chen Zikun, they were as unbeatable as young children.
From time to time, a person would fly out and build a structure with wooden strips and cardboard.
The house was in a mess.
They were no match for Chen Zikun and retreated one after another.
The teacher, who had been sitting still, lost his temper.
Just as he was about to stand up, Chen Zikun came over with a flying kick.
He couldn't block it and was kicked back repeatedly.
In the end, he crashed through the screen and fell down in embarrassment. on the ground.
Chen Zikun came over, shook his finger and said, "Remember, the title of Sick Man of East Asia does not belong to us Chinese."
Suddenly I heard a howl behind me, and when I looked back, I saw a dozen kendo students rushing over waving wooden swords.
It turned out that they were not scared away, but were going to get their weapons.
Chen Zikun did not dare to neglect, grabbed a wooden sword and started fighting with them.
He used the authentic Wudang swordsmanship.
He could easily defeat ten with one sword, and his body movements were as smooth as water.
He whipped a group of dwarfs to the point where they lost their armor. , defeated.
Chen Zikun was a little puzzled.
With the level of these people, it seemed impossible that they could smash the Jingwu Sect to pieces.
Just as he was wondering, a group of menacing ronin suddenly rushed up from behind.
The difference from this group of kendo students who were uniformed in white robes and black trousers was that their kimonos were all their own personal clothes, with different colors and colors, and they were much older, basically.
They are all in their twenties and thirties, and the weapons in their hands are not wooden swords, but bright long knives.
Chen Zikun was frightened.
He was not a man with three heads and six arms.
The gunshot wound on one arm had not been cured yet.
How could he deal with these ronin?
Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.
The Ronin yelled and chased him out.
The kendo teacher wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and finally smiled happily: "These bastards from the Black Dragon Society came so late."
But in less than three seconds, the bastards of the Black Dragon Society all retreated, still holding the long sword tightly in their hands, but their momentum was not as arrogant as before.
Then I saw Chen Zikun walking in with a smile and two shell guns in his hands
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