In the courtyard of the Jingwu Sports Association, the disciples lined up neatly, their eyes did not squint, and they stood solemnly, if it were not for the practice clothes in white clothes and black pants, it would be a well-trained army.

Under the flagpole, the senior brother in charge was being punished by family law, and the initiator Chen Zikun stood by without saying a word and watched the execution, no one knew that under his calm appearance was already turbulent waves.

Compared with the heroic and free and easy happiness and enmity outside the Guanxi and the romantic and relaxed life with a little warmth in Beijing, on the first day of living in the Jingwu Club, Chen Zikun learned a dismount, the rattan cane hit the senior brother, which was even more uncomfortable than hitting himself.

After the fifty canes, Liu Zhensheng was scarred, but he could barely stand, and he ordered: "From today on, Chen Zhen will lead you to learn kung fu." ”

Turning his head and smiling, he said to Chen Zikun: "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 neatly aligned, and the momentum was like a rainbow, Liu Zhensheng smiled with satisfaction.

After a while, Nong Jinsun came, and when he saw Liu Zhensheng's scarred appearance, he was taken aback: "Zhensheng, what's going on?" ”

Liu Zhensheng slowly explained the reason, and Nong Jinsun sighed: "Zhensheng, you are really good-hearted." ”

"There is no need for a heavy hammer to ring the drum, Chen Zhen will definitely become the pillar of our Jingwu Society." Liu Zhensheng said.

Nong Jinsun thought so, and said: "In a few days, it will be the ninth anniversary of the establishment of the Jingwu Society, I heard a good news, don't be too excited." ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "Could it be that the funds have been raised? ”

Nong Jinsun said disdainfully: "Although the money thing is good news, it is not exciting. ”

"That's?"

"Tell you, Mr. Sun Wen will come to our martial arts hall."

"Ahh Liu Zhensheng was really excited, and his voice trembled: "Will Mr. Sun Wen really come?" Isn't he in Japan? ”

Nong Jinsun grabbed Liu Zhensheng's hand and said: "It's true, Mr. Sun Wen has actually been living in seclusion in Shanghai, living in seclusion, writing books and biography, if it weren't for the ninth anniversary of the Jingwu Society, he would not have appeared in public, and we must protect Mr. Sun Wen's safety at that time." ”

Liu Zhensheng patted his chest and said: "With me Liu Zhensheng here, the young man doesn't want to hurt Mr. Sun half a hair." ”

Nong Jinsun nodded with satisfaction, and put a pair of hands on Liu Zhensheng's shoulders: "Good brother!" ”

……

Chen Zikun led the disciples of the Jingwu Society to run a few laps on Peikaier Road, although it was still early in the morning, the streets of Shanghai were already busy, the rushing yellow sports cars, the small staff at work, the housewives who brushed the toilet, and the majestic Jingwu disciples all cast approving glances.

After the morning run, go back to the big canteen of the Jingwu Association to eat, breakfast is very simple, a bowl of porridge, two small steamed buns, the disciples sit around to eat, the huge canteen is silent, and the discipline can be seen.

Chen Zikun sat down with a bowl of porridge, drank it with his neck tilted, stuffed two small steamed buns into his mouth, and disappeared, and then looked at others, still chewing slowly.

Situ Xiaoyan came over with a bowl and didn't speak, poured the gruel into Chen Zikun's bowl, gave him another steamed bun, and then went back to sit.

Chen Zikun was not polite, he raised his neck again and dried the porridge, and was about to eat the steamed buns, when he saw a shy boy on the table in the distance, pouring the porridge in his bowl to Situ Xiaoyan, and then left silently.

"The sixth senior sister is quite rare." Chen Zikun unceremoniously ate the steamed bun.

After breakfast, take a break and start practicing, led by Chen Zikun to practice the exclusive mastery of the Jingwu Club, Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun watched from afar in the room, nodding from time to time and praised: "Chen Zhen's kung fu is indeed the true inheritance of the master." ”

Nong Jinsun said: "I heard about one thing, the Japanese ronin Takeshi Okada, who injured the East Pavilion, died in the bathhouse yesterday. ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "This person is innocent of death, and slowly, Uncle Nong, could it be that Chen Zhen did this thing?" ”

Nong Jinsun said: "I don't know, it is rumored that the wires in the bathhouse are leaking, and Takeshi Okada was electrocuted." ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "It's definitely not that simple, since Chen Zhen can smash the Hongkou Dojo, he will definitely be able to kill Takeshi Okada, alas, this kid is too angry, and he still needs to be tempered." ”

As he was talking, Chen Zikun came over after eating to ask about Liu Zhensheng's injury, Liu Zhensheng smiled and said: "People who practice martial arts, what is this injury, by the way, tomorrow all the staff of our Jingwu Association will participate in the memorial service of Guo Martyr, you prepare, the day after tomorrow is the ninth anniversary of the establishment of the Jingwu Association, a big man will come to participate, I am ready to let you be in charge of the on-site security tasks." ”

Chen Zikun asked with a big grin, "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 didn't show a shocked look, just nodded and said, "Got it." ”

……

The next day was 31 May, the sky was gray, and tens of thousands of people gathered near the racecourse, each wearing a white soft-topped cloth hat, looking like a white cloud from a distance, and students from various universities in Shanghai, celebrities and elites, all came to the venue to mourn the martyr Guo Qinguang who died in the anti-Japanese demonstration in Beijing.

Now the rumors have been clarified, Guo Qinguang was indeed not killed by the police, but worried about the country, excessive anger led to the recurrence of the old disease, and died heroically at the venue of the demonstration, according to witnesses at the scene, Guo Martyr gave an impassioned speech on the stage, criticizing the ** Beiyang government for being weak to Japan, spitting blood at the excitement, crying, and shouting three times before fainting, "Save the country!" ”

When the audience listened, they all cried, and some people raised their arms and shouted: "Swear to fight to the death, return me to Qingdao!" Resolutely 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, originally he still wondered, why Guo Qinguang's cause of death changed for a while, but after listening to the speeches of representatives from all walks of life, he was relieved, no matter how Guo Qinguang died, in short, he could mobilize everyone's patriotic enthusiasm, that is, he died as he deserved, why should he tell the truth to be boring.

I also met Jian Bing at the venue, today Jian Bing was dressed very elegantly, looking like a female college student, and Chen Zikun was also dressed in plain clothes, and the two stood together very right.

"Didn't Brother Jiang say that he came, why didn't you see him?" Chen Zikun looked left and right, but he didn't see Jiang Zhiqing, Chen Guofu and others, but Li Yaoting came, and he came with Jianbing.

"They, in their thirties, have no passion, just talking, where will they really come, the stock business is very busy. Those present today are either young and vigorous students, or those who seek fame and reputation, and as for the true patriots, there are only a few. Jian Bing obviously has a thorough understanding of men's psychology, and his casual words hit the nail on the head.

"Then is Miss Jianbing really a patriot?" Chen Zikun asked seriously.

Jian Bing was wearing a black hat, the black veil hung down, and she could still see her pretty face, she didn't answer directly, but smiled faintly: "What do you say?" ”

Chen Zikun shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, Li Yaoting interjected enthusiastically: "We must all be truly patriotic, Da Kunzi is the hero of the burning of Zhao's house, Cao Rulin was injured by him, if the police didn't come too quickly, with Da Kunzi's skills, the surname Cao had ten lives dead." ”

"If you don't talk nonsense, you'll die." Chen Zikun couldn't cry or laugh, he just followed the parade to see the excitement, and he became a hero by mistake, it seems that when the right time comes, everyone has rumors and gossip in their bones.

Li Yaoting's nonsense attracted the attention of many people nearby, and more eyes were projected, under the banner of St. John's University in the distance, a man with the same tall figure and handsome appearance saw Chen Zikun who stood out from the crowd, and seemed to be a little unable to believe his eyes, took off his gold-wire glasses and wiped them vigorously, took a closer look after putting them on, and shouted excitedly: "Chen Zikun~~"

It just so happened that a slogan sounded, the memorial service was over, and the sound completely suppressed his voice, and the team began to set off to the Chamber of Commerce to petition for a complete boycott of Japanese goods.

"Senior Murong, what are you looking at?" A female student in a white dress and a blue dress next to her tilted her head and asked.

"Oh, see an old acquaintance." The man known as Senior Murong replied.

"He doesn't seem to be a dean." Schoolgirl said.

Senior Murong smiled bitterly: "Maybe, this guy has always been above the top." ”

The female student was unconvinced: "Why, the senior is the best in our St. John's grades, the tallest, and the most handsome boy, what is he." ”

"I lived in the shadow of this man until he left school." Murong muttered to himself.

"Is that an exaggeration?" The schoolgirl 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, the students flocked to the Chamber of Commerce to demand a complete boycott of Japanese goods, and Chen Zikun originally wanted to go with him, but considering that there were still important tasks to arrange and plan tomorrow, he withdrew with the disciples of the Jingwu Society.

The next day is the ninth anniversary of the Jingwu Society, in the afternoon, the disciples suspended their martial arts practice, and all went out to clean all corners of the martial arts hall, Chen Zikun and Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun discussed security matters together, and Liu Zhensheng selected ten disciples with the strongest martial arts to follow Chen Zikun to be responsible for the safety of the venue.

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 porridge to Situ Xiaoyan, although his eyes were green, but his physique was not bad.

"What's your name?" Chan asked.

"Report to Fifth Senior Uncle, my name is Ouyang Kai!" The young man replied with his chest puffed up.

"Okay, I'll try your kung fu." Chen Zikun flew off the field and waved at him.

Under the prestige of the fifth uncle, Ouyang Kai seemed to be under a lot of pressure, but he still resolutely got off the field and made a move with Chen Zikun, and he was put to the ground in less than five moves without suspense.

Chen Zikun was greatly moved, no wonder the Hongkou Dojo could sweep the Jingwu Society, and the good players selected by the senior brother himself were at this level.

Just wanted to say something, suddenly Ouyang Kai jumped up with a carp, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed up again, Chen Zikun kicked him away, but this time the strength was not bad, and he didn't hurt his ribs.

Ouyang Kai got up with difficulty, stumbled and still rushed over, the strength of not being afraid of death made Chen Zikun a little strange, no wonder when he looked back, he suddenly became enlightened.

It turned out that Situ Xiaoyan was standing next to him.