Chapter 31 Kicking

Chen Zikun stood up, but the colleagues in the martial arts world ignored him at all. They all raised their legs and lowered their heads to taste tea. Only the leader Yang from Zhensong Martial Arts Hall said disdainfully: "There is no general in Shu, Liao Hua is the pioneer. Haha, there is really no one in Jingwuhui."

"President Yang, when Guan Yu killed Hua Xiong with warm wine, he was just a little archer, and it didn't hinder him from killing the generals in front of the formation." Chen Zikun responded with neither humility nor arrogantly.

"Oh, you're Liu Zhensheng's apprentice. When will Jingwu be so unruly? It's the younger generation's turn to speak." Master Yang sneered.

Chen Zikun said: "I am Huo Yuanjia's direct disciple. Now that my master is gone, we are both brothers and sisters, how can't we talk?"

Liu Zhensheng frowned. He recognized Chen Zikun as the master of Mitsujiquan who came to the door yesterday. However, in his memory, his master had never accepted such an apprentice. Huo Kung Fu has always been passed down from inside but not outside. It was not until Huo Yuanjia's generation that changed. He made an exception to accept Liu Zhensheng, the "Shandong Hero" who was already famous at that time, as his apprentice. Later, he accepted Lu Da'an. As for Situ Xiaoyan, he was an orphan adopted by Huo Yuanjia, who was several years younger than Huo Dongge, and he was considered a closed disciple. In addition, his eldest son Huo Dongzhang, there were five people in total. He could count with one hand, so how could he make a mistake?

So Liu Zhensheng didn't say anything, but just turned his attention to Nong Jinsun. He was Huo Yuanjia's best friend and one of the founders of the Jingwu Society. There are many secrets that only he and his master have, but as the senior brother of Chuangong, he didn't know.

Before Nong Jinsun could speak, Situ Xiaoyan said to her, "Uncle Nong said just now, Chen Zhen is our fifth senior brother in the Jingwu Society, haven't you heard it?"

Master Yang sneered and said, "Master Huo is gone, and someone is cheating under his banner. It would be fine if you don't care about it, but it's actually true. When we martial arts fellows are easy to cheat, Huo Yuanjia has only five apprentices in total. Why did one of them suddenly jump out after ten years of death?"

Nong Jinsun was a little angry and said, "Master Yang is such a bad word. Does Master Huo want to report to you if he accepts his apprentice?"

President Yang exonerated himself and said, "Master Huo naturally does not need to tell the world if he accepts his disciples, but the National Sports Federation is about to be established. This is a grand event that has not been seen in the Chinese martial arts world for thousands of years. It is a short and careless thing. If the Japanese spies are infiltrated, it will be extremely harmful. I am also thinking about the overall situation and ask Mr. Nong not to be surprised."

A martial arts senior who had been sitting on a chair and had tea stood up and bowed to him, "I'll say justice. In fact, it doesn't matter whether this young man is Huo Yuanjia's direct disciple. What's important is whether he has the strength to represent the Jingwu Society."

Everyone agreed, and Master Yang stood up, pulled his robe and tied it around his waist, hooked at Chen Zikun: "Come on, little brother, I'll try your kung fu." After that, his body twisted and flew into the yard, his movements were as light as a swallow, and everyone present was Jianjiazi. How could he not see the wonderfulness of his body skills? His kung fu was so high that a loud shout suddenly sounded.

Chen Zikun remained unmoved.

Master Yang was furious: "Do you dare not compete?"

Chen Zikun said: "Yes, I don't dare."

Everyone was uproared, and even Liu Zhensheng felt that Chen Zikun's move was too arrogant and that he despised his fellow martial arts members so much was greatly detrimental to the reputation of the Jingwu Association.

Chen Zikun continued, "My kung fu is not used for competitions, but for killing people. I am afraid that I will hurt Sect Yang and leave behind orphans and widows. I can't take care of you."

Master Yang was really angry this time, his beard was upright, and he shouted: "No courage, how could Huo Yuanjia accept an apprentice like you? He only shows off his lips. If we have a fist, don't worry, if Yang fails and dies under your fist, all the officials present can testify, and it will never be your fault."

Chen Zikun said: "You are willing to die, but I am not willing to kill you. Learning martial arts is not for being brave and fierce, but for strengthening your body and defending your country. Master Yang is very old. Do you not even understand this simple truth?"

After a righteous and stern speech, Master Yang felt ashamed, but he was still tough: "Why don't you settle the score with the Japanese if you have the ability?"

Chen Zikun said: "Isn't this entangled by you? Otherwise, I'd gone long ago."

After saying that, he turned around and picked up the plaque of the sick man from East Asia and pushed it out loudly.

Everyone looked at each other, unable to believe that he, a naughty young man, was really going to settle the score with the Japanese.

Situ Xiaoyan was the first to jump up and said, "I'll go with you."

Several disciples of the Jingwu Association who were slightly injured also picked up a single sword and a stick to follow him. Liu Zhensheng slapped the table and said, "Nothing!"

Situ Xiaoyan said aggrievedly: "Senior Brother, look at how the fourth brother has been beaten."

Liu Zhensheng said: "Dog bites people, do people also want to bite dogs? Whoever steps out of this door today will not be from the Jingwu Society in the future."

"Senior Brother!" Situ Xiaoyan stomped her feet and left hatred. Although she was the youngest sister who everyone was pampered, she did not dare to ignore the orders of the senior brother of the head.

The martial arts fellow martial artists looked at each other, stood up and said goodbye, and the wounded members of the Jingwu Association were also carried down. Only Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun were left in the huge living room.

Liu Zhensheng sighed and said, "The Jingwu Society is no longer the Jingwu Society when Master was alive. The old, the young, can't stand the tossing at all. If the Jingwu will be destroyed in my hands, how can I face the Master's Spirit in Heaven?"

Nong Jinsun came over and patted his shoulder and said, "Zhensheng, I understand your difficulties. Now there is no successor to the Jingwu Association and it is hard to support it. The Shanghai martial arts world is a mess and it is impossible to fight against the Japanese. However, Dongge was seriously injured by them, and this account must be settled no matter what."

Liu Zhensheng said: "The Japanese took advantage of my absence from the martial arts hall to provoke. This account must be settled, but they should not act recklessly. They must make a long-term plan. By the way, Mr. Nong, that Chen Zhen?"

Nong Jinsun said: "This person is indeed a disciple of Master Huo. When Huo Yuanjia was entrusted by Tao Chengzhang of the Restoration Association, he accepted this son as his disciple and came to teach martial arts three days a week. This matter is secret. Only your master and you, and Dongge, know about it in the Jingwu Association."

Liu Zhensheng suddenly realized and said, "So that's it. No wonder his mysterious fist is very authentic. Since he is a junior brother of his classmates, I can't sit idly by and watch him get into trouble. Mr. Nong, I'll go after him now!"

After saying that, he got up and went out, and headed straight for the Hongkou Dojo.

Hongkou belongs to the Zhabei area of ​​China. Japanese people have settled in this area since thirty years ago. To this day, tens of thousands of Japanese people have lived in it. Japanese-style taverns can be seen everywhere on the streets. It is also common for Japanese women to walk in kimono and wooden clogs, and they are known as Little Tokyo.

Hongkou Dojo is a kendo hall opened by the Japanese. It is only open to Japanese people and Chinese are not allowed to enter. In fact, honest and honest Japanese people do not come here. Most of the people who come and go here are ronin with long swords around their waists.

A tall young man in a suit got out of the rickshaw with a wooden sign, walked to the entrance of the Hongkou Dojo, and bowed slightly to the gatekeeper: "I want it."

Seeing that he was heroic and introverted and steady, the gatekeeper knew that he was a martial artist, he bowed and bowed back and said, "I want it!"

Chen Zikun then entered the Hongkou Dojo, which was a typical Japanese-style courtyard, mainly wooden buildings, with ponds and lawns in the courtyard, and the roads were paved with white stones, and several cherry trees stood in the courtyard.

Chen Zikun walked to the corridor, took off his leather shoes and put them in place. A pair of torn socks under his feet exposed his toes. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. He clamped the plaque and opened the sliding door, walked into the inner room, knelt down and said loudly in Japanese: "I'm disturbing!"

Twenty sword-do disciples in white kimono were standing on both sides, sitting proudly listening to the teacher's lecture. When he heard his voice, forty eyes shot over,

Seeing the uninvited guest coming in, the teacher stopped giving a lecture, stared at him with a sinister look, and scolded, "Baga, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Zikun lowered his head and said respectfully: "Your Excellency has forgotten the things, I am here to return the things to the original owner."

The teacher said, "What's that?"

Chen Zikun lit up the plaque under his armpit, and the four white characters on it Dongya's sick man were particularly dazzling.

The teacher was furious: "You are not Japanese!"

Chen Zikun stood up, his head almost pressed against the roof. He curled his lips and said contemptuously: "Idiot, are Japanese people as tall as me?"

The teacher felt insulted: "Who are you?"

"Jingwu meets Chen Zhen!"

Now, the kendo students on both sides rushed up with a strange cry. Chen Zikun waved the plaque and hit the three people in the front. Then he kicked one person away and knocked the two people behind him. Then he rushed over like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. His legs alternated left and right, using Foshan's shadowless foot trick. The average height of these students was less than 1.6 meters. In front of Chen Zikun, who was tall and big, he was like a child. From time to time, he flew out and smashed the house made of wooden strips and cardboard into a mess. They could not defeat Chen Zikun and retreated one after another.

The teacher who had been sitting firmly could not hold back his anger. Just as he was about to get up, Chen Zikun came over with a flying leg. He couldn't stop it and was kicked backwards. Finally, he broke through the screen and fell to the ground in a mess.

Chen Zikun walked over and shook his finger and said, "Remember to me that the title of East Asia's sick husband does not belong to us Chinese."

Suddenly, I heard a howl behind me. When I looked back, I saw more than a dozen kendo students rushing over with wooden swords. It turned out that they were not scared away, but went to get weapons.

Chen Zikun did not dare to neglect, so he snatched a wooden sword and fought them. He used the authentic Wudang sword technique, which was easy and easy to use, and his body movements were flowing. A group of small dwarfs were thrown away by him and were defeated.

Chen Zikun was a little puzzled. It seemed unlikely that it would be possible to smash Jingwu Sect with the level of these people.

Suspiciously, a group of aggressive ronin rushed over. Unlike these Kendosheng, who were in uniform with white robe and black trousers, their kimonos were all their own personal clothes, and they were different in their colorful clothes, and they were much older, basically between the ages of twenty or thirty. The weapons in their hands were not wooden swords, but bright long swords.

Chen Zikun was frightened. He was not three heads and six arms. The gunshot wound on one arm had not yet been cured. What should I do to deal with these ronin people?

Without saying a word, he turned his head and ran away. The rogues screamed and chased after him. Teacher Kendo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and finally smiled with relief: "These bastards from the Black Dragon Society are here so late."

But in less than three seconds, all the bastards of the Black Dragon Club retreated, still holding the long sword in their hands, but their momentum was not as arrogant as before.

Then I saw Chen Zikun walking in with two mullets in his hand and smiling.
Chapter completed!