Updated: 2013-01-12

Chenjiagou, Henan, the birthplace of Chinese Taijiquan. Legend has it that a person surnamed Chen in the Ming Dynasty led his people to move here to escape the war, and then, the ethnic group gradually multiplied and grew, and got its name by a deep ditch nearby. It was originally named Chengou, and later changed its name to Chenjiagou.

More than 1,000 years have passed, but Chenjiagou still maintains a martial style. There are memorial halls of the previous masters of the past dynasties and monuments for future generations to admire. There are statues in the museum, and the stele is engraved with the biographies of many Tai Chi masters and even a few grandmasters. People who live here, even children of a few years old, can easily recite a piece of Tai Chi formula.

It is no wonder that in order to learn Taijiquan, Yang Luchan of Hebei would cross the region, travel thousands of miles, and work tirelessly to come here to steal art, and finally achieve a generation of grandmasters.

The village has now become a town, which is not only the birthplace of famous martial arts in China, but also one of the more representative tourist attractions in Henan Province. It receives more than 100,000 Chinese and foreign tourists every year. It not only promotes China's martial arts culture to the world, but also further promotes the local economy and increases the income of residents.

In the evening, as the sun set, smoke curled over the town, leaving the last of the narrow, golden-red colored clouds on the horizon.

The fields around the town are full of greenery, with plants, crops, and clusters of watery ponds reflecting the darkening night sky. The leaves are swaying, like a shallow chant and low singing, and the willow leaves are gently swaying in the wind. The faint chirping of crickets, the sound of chickens and dogs, and the laughter of children who do not want to return home seem to be enough to describe this quiet and peaceful town, full of warmth like the weather.

In the innermost wing of an intact ancient mansion in the east of the town, engraved with the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties, seven old men with different appearances, but all strong and stable and extremely majestic are being entertained at this time.

The owner of the mansion is surnamed Chen, who is over seventy years old, lean and thin, but healthy, energetic, with fine hair and jet black hair. None of the teeth are falling out, the eyes are not dazzling, the waist is not hunched, and every meal of Japanese food is two large bowls of rice.

Because he is the eighteenth generation descendant of the originator of Chen-style Taijiquan, Chen Bo. According to the old man's Jianghu martial arts, this old man is the local martial arts Taoist bull's ear.

The room is brightly lit, the doors and windows are open, and the breeze through the hall is cool and pleasant. On the table of eight immortals in the middle, there are watermelons and various fruits with few fresh seeds. The top Huangshan Yunwu tea is accompanied by the steaming heat of the cup, and it is filled with a unique light fragrance.

The host, Chen Bo, sat in the main seat facing south and north, smiling, and seven elderly people, six men and one woman, sat around the table. Drinking tea, discussing, talking and laughing with each other, the atmosphere is relaxed and harmonious.

Sitting at the lower left of Chen Bo, an old man with a broad forehead, bulging eyebrows inlaid with two knife-like thick/black eyebrows, a rough and bold appearance, a body as strong as a lion, a head full of gray hair like a flying fluff, an old man in a dark gray coarse cloth shirt took the hot tea, completely ignoring the hot heat, and raised his head to drink. Ignoring the laughter of the people around him, he grinned in a thick voice, and his mouth was like thunder. Although the room was not large, the echoes could still be faintly heard. The vitality does not emit, and the sound resonates, which is an unnatural phenomenon caused by the cultivation of reaching a certain degree of perfection.

"Brother Chen, you asked someone to inform us all to come today, it can't be just for that little devil from Japan, right? Just that little fart kid with no hair, Lao Tzu can crush him hundreds of times with one finger. Do you need such fanfare?"

Although Chen Bo's face plate is not big and thin, his face is not bad. Not only ruddy, but also faintly shiny, in addition to the forehead, the corners of the eyes, the corners of the mouth, the left and right of the nose, difficult to resist the erosion of time, there are a few shallow nicks, the skin is rarely wrinkled, the pair of eyes that often like half-open and half-closed eyes are clear and bright, the pupils are dark, the eyes are deep, not at all like an old man over seventy. He listened to the words of the old man in gray, and just smiled slightly, his eyes were as warm and peaceful as ever. He didn't say anything with a kind attitude.

The only woman present, the round-faced old lady wearing a navy blue tracksuit, with a bun on the back of her head, and a few traces of silver frost between her temples, glared at the old man in gray when she heard this. said: "Old man Zu, are you getting older, and you have practiced the Thirteenth Taibao for decades, and you have made your own pig's head more stupid?"

Hehehe...... The old man laughed again.

The gray-clothed old man, known as the old man Zu, turned his head suddenly, and his fiery temper was just about to come up, but when he saw the sharp gaze burst out from the phoenix eyes under the old lady's stylish willow eyebrows, he suddenly looked like a deflated ball, his straight waist collapsed again, he snorted a few times, and asked stiffly: "You know? Then what are you here to tell me about this party today? Our group of people are all hundreds of years old." It's been a few days since we've gotten together, so it's hard to get together, drink some wine, and then cross hands, isn't it good? If you get together just to deal with that little devil, don't you think it's nonsense......

At this point, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, because it was a bit of an insinuation. Hurriedly got up like a child, and explained with a blushing face: "Brother Chen, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you are, no, no, it's not...... The explanation didn't explain for a long time, but let the laughter of these old guys around the left and right spread far and wide along the door of the house. So he sat back in his chair and muttered, "Anyway, anyway, I think it's a bit of a big fuss, and if this gets out, we old faces will have to be thrown into the stinking gutter." Besides, do you still need to use a knife to kill chickens?"

"Hehe, Elder Zu, you're right, you don't need a knife to kill chickens. Sitting next to him was an old man with silver hair neatly combed, fair complexion, square face, a pair of crystal-framed glasses, and a very bookish temperament, and said with a faint smile: "We have just discussed the situation of the Japanese Kuroki Shunichi. You also probably have some understanding of this person, so let me ask you, judging from your ancestor's experience, what kind of realm should that kid's current cultivation reach?"

Zu Lao didn't think about it, grinned, and said in a completely disdainful tone: "The upper stage or peak of Ming Jin, it shouldn't have broken through the dark energy, but so what? Even if he breaks through the dark energy, what can he do? It's not a little garbage." Hmph!"

The bookish old man with glasses nodded again and again, not in a hurry, and still asked unhurriedly: "That's right, for you, me, and all of us here, that little guy named Kuroki Jun is really nothing, and there is no need to sit here with great fanfare to deal with him." ”

His face changed suddenly, and his eyes behind the lenses suddenly burst out with two terrifying rays of light, and his expression and tone were cold. The tone, in particular, was overtly worried. "But have you ever thought about it, he is 21 years old this year, and since his debut, he has never been defeated among the younger generation in Japan. Some time ago, they challenged the young masters of Southeast Asian countries one by one, and they were also undefeated. This time I came to China to challenge, especially to come to Henan with great fanfare. So who does he want to challenge?"

"The brain is his brain, the hand is his hand, who he wants to challenge, how do I know?"

"You ......" The old man with glasses was choked and almost didn't hold back, covered his forehead, and said: "Okay! Okay, let's ask you another way, let me ask you, if Shunichi Kuroki stands in front of you, will he challenge your ancestor?"

"He dare!" slapped the table, his eyes bloomed, his hair flew, he trembled without wind, and a tiger roared that shook the teacup on the table several times. Almost didn't roll off the ground.

"Is he stupid then?"

"Nonsense! Can a fool cultivate to this level at the age of twenty-one...... It's not, you wait. Elder Zu's anger suddenly subsided, his pupils contracted and dilated again, and he suddenly understood. I understood what Brother Chen meant by calling these old guys over, and I also understood the meaning of the round-faced old lady Liu Qimei who was disrespectful just now and the Su glasses in front of him. He stood there stiff and thought for a few minutes, and finally sat down in a daze. His face also became ugly, and he felt both angry and helpless. It took a long time before he looked at Chen Bo, who was sitting there and drinking tea slowly, and asked, "Brother Chen, who is the candidate in your mind?"

"Hehe, figured it out?" Chen Bo put down the teacup in his hand and said with a smile.

"Hmm. Old Zu's face was slightly red. A slightly embarrassed nod.

Chen Bo also slowly withdrew his smile, looked at all the old friends present, and said, "I called everyone over today to hear what you mean, and by the way, talk about the candidates in your hearts." By the way, it is better to have four people, it doesn't take too many. If you win a battle, of course, it's best, the remaining three are reserves, and if you lose four battles and four defeats, then there's no point in continuing to fight. ”

"Yes, although this battle is a technical battle between young people, the impact behind it is far-reaching. There has been no such direct communication between the Japanese martial arts community and the Chinese martial arts community for many years. If you can defeat Japan's talented martial artist Shunichi Kuroki, what kind of impact will it bring, I believe that I don't need to say, everyone can guess it. But once defeated, it will be a big blow to the current martial arts community in my country, especially the younger generation. ”

"Ye Lao's words are very reasonable, and this is what I am most worried about. Brother Chen, I don't know if you are going to let that handsome man of the Chen family fight?" the round-faced old lady Liu Qimei pondered for a while and said.

"Hehe, it's not Junjie, you've all seen her. It's my granddaughter Chen Xin'er. I'm going to put her in battle!"