A Japanese-style farmhouse in Kansai, with towering ancient trees and green grass. Small bridges and flowing water, swimming fish playing. A crumb of bread is thrown into the pond, attracting koi fish to compete for food, stirring up waves and breaking the silence.

"My lord, it's time to take your medicine."

A middle-aged man dressed as a servant carried a wooden tray with a teacup with a diagonal lid on it, and a trace of heat emanated from it, which seemed to smell like the aroma of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Oh, it's Fukusan. Let's put it there for now. It doesn't matter if you drink earlier or later, it doesn't help my illness anyway. ”

A middle-aged man in a dark kimono sat on a wooden bench at the edge of the pavilion, leaning sideways and continuing to throw the breadcrumbs in his hand into the pond, while saying lightly.

"Yes, sir, then I'll put the medicine on the table and cool it first, and then you can drink it when it's not so hot. Although this medicine does not have a big effect, it can at least be used to calm the hearts of those elders in the family. If they know you've stopped taking your medication, they should be scared and start worrying about your successor. ”

As he spoke, the servant placed the wooden tray on the stone table in the middle of the pavilion and stood aside. However, listening to the tone of his voice, it was not like that of an ordinary servant, and the words revealed familiarity with this lord.

"Is there any news from Wentian?"

The middle-aged man asked without looking back, but his expression was no longer as lazy as before, and there was a slight expectation of it.

"My lord, he is currently traveling alone in the north. He has no friends, no women, and a gang of ronins who covet his possessions that have been eliminated by the men I sent, and he is safe for now. Of course, all this was done quietly and without alarming him. ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, "You did a good job, he has grown up and has his own ideas." This time, he ran away from home to prove that he was able to survive on his own and did not need to rely on the shadow of my Quanjintang. But the world is hard, especially for us Chinese people. If you let go of control appropriately, you may not be able to break out of the world on your own. But the protection that needs to be done must be in place. The children and grandchildren of our whole family, whether they are separated from the family or not, this bloodline is still the bloodline of my whole family, the Xuanyuan bloodline, and we can't let some lowly things bully them. ”

"Don't worry, my lord. Young Master Wen Tian has been educated by the family warriors since he was a child, and his skills are very good, and a strong man may not be his opponent. Besides, there are Koga-ryu ninjas who are secretly protecting him, and he is safe at the moment. By the way, my lord, there is one more thing I would like to ask you, what to do with the people of that River Valley family? ”

"The Rivervalley family? Are you referring to Ichiro Kawatani who went to our homeland to be an embassy counselor, right? Is that the guy who used rice ginseng to pretend to be a century-old ginseng to deceive me? ”

"Yes, sir. Your memory is still so good that you can even remember his name. ”

The servant standing on the side rarely seized such an opportunity, and immediately slapped the fart lightly, causing the middle-aged man named Quan Jintang to laugh.

"Fukusan, you're still so good at talking."

Jeon Jintang paused, as if seriously thinking about what to do with this guy named Ichiro Kawatani. He quickly made up his mind, gently took the teacup, and placed the lid on the tray beside him.

"Actually, whether it's 100-year-old ginseng or ginseng, it doesn't make any difference to my body. If this kind of behavior is not punished, it will inevitably lead others to follow suit. There are some unhealthy tendencies, but it is better to stop for a moment to set an example! ”

"Yes, my lord, I will send someone to beat him up and stop the family's support for him for the time being."

After Fu San finished speaking, seeing Quan Jintang nodding slightly, knowing that he agreed to such a disposition, he bowed down and retired, and went down to arrange for people to do this.

At the same time, the Jingwu Sports Association in Shanghai ushered in an important event for the first time. The originally empty arena was fenced off with ropes, and some crowds of people watching the excitement stood clearly outside the ropes. At the top of the table are several large Taishi chairs side by side, and in front of them are slender tables, on which are placed melons, fruits, pears, and peaches, as well as some tea, and a name tag written on red paper.

Huo Dongge led several elders with fluttering beards and different costumes to the rostrum, and made them in order according to the name tags, and then one of the oldest elders announced loudly: "The exchange meeting of disciples under the age of fourteen in the northern and southern martial arts has officially begun, and the rules of this exchange will be announced by Master Huo Dongge of the Jingwu Sports Association." ”

What Huo Dongge said next, Wang Mengxiong didn't care. Because these things are on the way here, Liu Congyun has already told him again. His gaze swept over several old guys on the rostrum, and he didn't notice the existence of first-class figures like Master Du Xinwu. Except for Huo Dongge, the only person who could catch his eyes was an old man in a kimono. Look at the name tag on the table, which reads Yoshijin Funakoshi's name.

Wang Mengxiong stabbed Liu Congyun and asked, "What is the origin of that Japanese man named Funakoshi Yizhen?" ”

Liu Congyun looked at it, thought about it carefully, and said, "I heard that Master said that it seems that he came with someone from the Hongkou Dojo, and it is said that he is from Ryukyu, Master Tang Hand. Obviously, the group of people in the Hongkou Dojo valued him very much, and only one place on the rostrum was given to him, and the master also said that this person was very powerful. ”

Tang Shou is the later karate, and Wang Mengxiong still has a little understanding of the origin of karate. At first, it was called a Ryukyu player, but later it gradually replaced the title of a Ryukyu player with a Tang hand. However, it will not take a few years to think about this name, and it will be quite famous in later generations or karate. As for its origin in Tang Shou, I'm afraid that no one who has studied it seriously will know.

As the competition began, the boxes that had been prepared long ago were thrown out, and some notes with the names of the contestants were thrown in, and the two old guys reached in and took out the notes in turn. Randomly take out two people in a group and start the game in turn.

Wang Mengxiong's opponent is a young man named Geng Zhen, from the land of Fujian. He is good at southern boxing, and he has solid horse steps and strong legs. For his age, it is already very rare. However, he met Wang Mengxiong in the first game, thinking that he could win easily, but he didn't expect to meet hard stubble, and ten percent of his ability didn't even play out one percent, so he was subdued by Wang Mengxiong with punch to fist, and his hand was swollen like a steamed bun and waved his hand again and again to admit defeat. Fortunately, Wang Mengxiong didn't kill him, otherwise this arm would have been completely abolished.

Wang Mengxiong observed that except for a Shaolin expert named Lu Xinyang, the rest of the teenagers were inexperienced and mostly fancy. Funakoshi Kazuzhen did not have a disciple on the field, and the Hongkou Dojo sent a young man named Kazuo Hashimoto. He also easily defeated his opponent with Jiu-Jitsu to advance to the next round.