In the courtyard of the Jingwu Sports Association, the disciples lined up neatly, staring intently, standing solemnly.
If they were not wearing white clothes and black trousers, they would look like a well-trained army.
Under the flagpole, the head brother was being punished by family law, while the instigator, Chen Zikun, stood by and watched the execution without saying a word.
No one knew that there was already a storm under his calm appearance.
Compared with the heroic, free-spirited, joyful and romantic life in Beijing with a touch of warmth, on the first day of his life in the Jingwu Association, Chen Zikun experienced a disastrous lesson.
A cane hitting his senior brother was even more uncomfortable than hitting himself. , they are all upright men, how can they let others suffer on their behalf.
After fifty sticks, Liu Zhensheng was scarred, but he could barely stand.
He ordered: "From today on, Chen Zhen will teach you Kung Fu."
He turned around and said to Chen Zikun with a smile: "Fifth Junior Brother, you take everyone out for a morning run first, and then come back for breakfast."
"Yes" Chen Zikun immediately stood in front of the team and led everyone to run out of the gate.
The team of dozens of people was uniform and running with great momentum.
Liu Zhensheng smiled happily.
After a while, Nong Jinsun came and was shocked when he saw Liu Zhensheng's bruised appearance: "Zhensheng, what's going on?"
Liu Zhensheng slowly told the whole story, and Nong Jinsun sighed: "Zhensheng, you really have good intentions."
"There is no need for a heavy hammer to sound the drum.
Chen Zhen will definitely become the pillar of our Jingwu Association."
Liu Zhensheng said.
Nong Jinsun was convinced and said: "In a few days, it will be the ninth anniversary of the founding of the Jingwu Association.
I have heard some good news.
Zhensheng, don't be too excited."
Liu Zhensheng said: "Could it be that we have raised funds?"
Nong Jinsun said disdainfully: "Although the money matter is good news, it is not exciting."
"That's" "Tell you, Mr.
Sun Wen will come to our martial arts studio."
"Ah" Liu Zhensheng was really excited and his voice trembled: "Is Mr.
Sun Wen really going to come?
Isn't he in Japan?"
Nong Jinsun held Liu Zhensheng's hand and said: "It's absolutely true.
Mr.
Sun Wen has actually been living in seclusion in Shanghai, living in seclusion and writing books and biographies.
If it weren't for the ninth anniversary of the Jingwu Association, he would not appear in public.
Yes, we must protect Mr.
Sun Wen’s safety at that time.”
Liu Zhensheng patted his chest and said, "As long as I, Liu Zhensheng, are here, no one like me can even think of harming Mr.
Sun's hair."
Nong Jinsun nodded happily and put his hands on Liu Zhensheng's shoulders: "Good brother" Chen Zikun led the disciples of the Jingwu Association to run a few laps on Pekel Road.
Although it was still early in the morning, the streets of Shanghai were already busy.
Speeding yellow sports cars, clerks at work, and housewives cleaning toilets.
When they saw the vigorous Jingwu disciples, they all looked at him with approval.
After the morning run, we returned to the Jingwu Association's large cafeteria for dinner.
Breakfast was very simple, a bowl of porridge and two small steamed buns.
The disciples sat around to eat together.
The huge cafeteria was silent, and the discipline was evident.
Chen Zikun sat down with a bowl of porridge and drank it as soon as he raised his neck.
Two small steamed buns were stuffed into his mouth and disappeared.
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When he looked at others, they were still chewing slowly.
Situ Xiaoyan came over with a bowl and without saying a word, poured the porridge into Chen Zikun's bowl, gave him another steamed bun, and then went back to sit down.
Chen Zikun was not polite.
He raised his neck and finished the porridge.
He was about to eat the steamed buns when he saw a shy boy on the table in the distance.
He poured the porridge in his bowl to Situ Xiaoyan and then remained silent.
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"Sixth Junior Sister is quite rare."
Chen Zikun ate the steamed bun without any courtesy.
After breakfast, we took a short break and started to practice.
Chen Zikun led everyone to practice the Jingwu Association's exclusive Mizongquan.
Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun watched from a distance in the room, nodding and praising from time to time: "Chen Zhen's kung fu is indeed better than Master's."
It’s true.”
Nong Jinsun said: "I heard something.
Takeshi Okada, the Japanese ronin who injured Dongge, died in the bathhouse yesterday."
Liu Zhensheng said: "This man died unjustly.
Wait a minute.
Uncle Nong, could it be that Chen Zhen did this?"
Nong Jinsun said: "I don't know.
Rumor has it that the wires in the bathhouse leaked electricity and Takeshi Okada was electrocuted."
Liu Zhensheng said: "It's definitely not that simple.
Since Chen Zhen can destroy the Hongkou Dojo, he can definitely kill Takeshi Okada.
Alas, this kid is too violent and needs to be tempered."
Just as he was talking, Chen Zikun came over after dinner and asked about Liu Zhensheng's injury.
Liu Zhensheng laughed and said: "Martial arts practitioners, this injury is nothing.
By the way, all members of the Jingwu Association will attend the memorial service of Martyr Guo tomorrow.
Please prepare.
The day after tomorrow is the ninth anniversary of the founding of the Jingwu Association.
A big shot will be attending, and I am going to let you take charge of on-site security duties."
Chen Zikun asked carelessly: "Who is coming?"
Liu Zhensheng said: "It's Mr.
Sun Wen."
After speaking, he paused deliberately, leaving time for Chen Zikun to marvel.
But Chen Zikun did not show any shock.
He just nodded and said, "I understand."
The next day was May 31st.
The sky was gray.
Tens of thousands of people gathered near the racecourse.
Everyone was wearing a white soft-top cloth hat.
From a distance, they looked like white clouds.
Students from various universities in Shanghai gathered there. , celebrities and celebrities came to the venue to pay tribute to martyr Guo Qinguang who died in the anti-Japanese demonstrations in Beijing.
Now the rumors have been clarified.
It is true that Guo Qinguang was not beaten to death by the police.
Instead, he died heroically at the demonstration venue because he was worried about the country.
His excessive anger caused him to relapse.
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According to witnesses at the scene, Guo Qinguang gave an impassioned speech on the stage and criticized The corrupt Beiyang government was weak towards Japan.
When he got excited, he vomited blood and cried profusely.
He shouted "Save the country" three times before passing out.
The audience in the audience all shed tears after hearing this.
Some people raised their arms and shouted: "Fight to the death, return Qingdao to us and firmly demand that the government punish the traitors."
Countless people below echoed, and the sound shook the sky.
Chen Zikun led the disciples of the Jingwu Association to also participate in the memorial meeting.
He was originally wondering why Guo Qinguang's cause of death changed from time to time, but after listening to the speeches of representatives from all walks of life, he was relieved.
No matter how Guo Qinguang died, he could still If you mobilize everyone's patriotic enthusiasm, you will die a worthy death.
Why should you tell the truth and be embarrassed?
I also met Jian Bing at the venue.
Today, Jian Bing was dressed very elegantly and looked like a female college student, while Chen Zikun was also wearing plain clothes.
The two looked very good together when they stood together.
"Didn't Brother Jiang say he was here?
Why didn't you see him?"
Chen Zikun looked around, but did not see Jiang Zhiqing, Chen Guofu and others.
However, Li Yaoting was here, and he came with Jian Bing.
"They, in their thirties, have long lost their passion.
They are just talking.
How can they really come?
They are very busy with the stock business.
Those present today are either young and energetic students or people seeking fame and reputation.
As for the real ones, There are only a few patriots."
Jian Bing obviously had a thorough understanding of men's psychology, and he hit the nail on the head with his casual words.
"Then is Miss Jian Bing a true patriot?"
Chen Zikun asked seriously.
Jian Bing wore a black hat and her black veil hung down, and her pretty face could still be seen.
She did not answer directly, but smiled faintly: "What do you think?"
Chen Zikun shrugged and stopped talking.
Li Yaoting interjected with great enthusiasm: "We must all be true patriots.
Da Kunzi was the hero who burned down Zhaojialou.
He was the one who injured Cao Rulin.
If the police hadn't arrived too quickly, , just by Da Kunzi's skill, ten lives of the man named Cao died. " "You're going to die if you don't talk nonsense."
Chen Zikun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He just followed the parade to watch the excitement, and accidentally became a great hero.
It seems that when the right opportunity comes, everyone has rumors in their bones.
And the blood of gossip.
Li Yaoting's nonsense attracted the attention of many people nearby, and more eyes were cast on him.
Under the banner of St.
John's University in the distance, a man with the same tall stature and handsome appearance seemed to be a little afraid when he saw Chen Zikun, who stood out from the crowd.
Believing in my eyes, I took off my gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them vigorously.
After putting them on, I took a closer look and shouted excitedly: "Chen Zikun" It happened that a burst of slogans rang out, and the memorial service was over.
The sound completely suppressed his voice.
A large group of people started to go to the Chamber of Commerce to petition for a complete boycott of Japanese goods.
The crowd was so surging that it was impossible to squeeze through.
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They could only watch Chen Zikun away. go.
"Senior Murong, what are you looking at?"
a female student in white and blue skirt asked, tilting her head.
"Oh, I saw an old acquaintance."
The man known as Senior Murong replied.
"He doesn't seem to get along with the principal," the female student said.
Senior Murong smiled bitterly: "Maybe, this guy always has his eyes set higher than his head."
The female student was unconvinced and said: "Why?
The senior is the boy with the best grades, the tallest and the most handsome appearance in our St.
John's.
Who is he?"
"Before he left school, I had been living in the shadow of this man."
Murong murmured to himself.
"Is it that exaggerated?"
The female student covered her mouth with her small hands and her eyes widened.
"Qiu Ling, he is our senior Chen Zikun who graduated first in the class of 1916 at St.
John's University."
After the memorial service was completed, students flocked to the Chamber of Commerce to demand a complete boycott of Japanese goods.
Chen Zikun originally wanted to go with them, but considering that there were important tasks to be planned for tomorrow, he withdrew with the disciples of the Jingwu Association.
The next day was the ninth anniversary of the Jingwu Association.
In the afternoon, the disciples suspended martial arts practice and all went out to clean every corner of the martial arts hall.
Chen Zikun, Liu Zhensheng, and Nong Jinsun discussed security matters together, and Liu Zhensheng selected the ten strongest disciples in martial arts.
Follow Chen Zikun and be responsible for on-site security.
Ten carefully selected disciples stood in front of him.
Chen Zikun looked at them and found that the one standing first was the shy boy who poured the porridge to Situ Xiaoyan.
Although his eyes were green, he had a pretty good physique.
"What's your name?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"Uncle Fifth Master, my name is Ouyang Kai," the young man replied, puffing up his chest.
"Okay, let me try your skills."
Chen Zikun flew down and waved to him.
Under the great authority of the Fifth Master Uncle, Ouyang Kai seemed to be under a lot of pressure, but he still resolutely ended the fight and started fighting with Chen Zikun.
Without any suspense, he was knocked to the ground within five moves.
The Fifth Master Uncle's attack was not serious and knocked him down.
The corners of his mouth were bleeding.
Chen Zikun was greatly moved.
No wonder the Hongkou Dojo could sweep the Jingwu Association.
The top players personally selected by the senior brother were of this level.
Just as he was about to say something, Ouyang Kai suddenly jumped up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed forward again.
Chen Zikun kicked him away, but this time he controlled the strength quite well and was not injured. to the ribs.
Ouyang Kai climbed up with difficulty, and rushed over despite stumbling.
Chen Zikun was a little strange with his fearlessness, but when he looked back, he suddenly became enlightened.
It turned out that Situ Xiaoyan was standing nearby
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