Half a month later.

In the Jingwu Guild Hall, several groups of people arrived one after another.

Li Cunyi, Cheng Tinghua, and Gong Baotian led several disciples from the north to rush over.

There were also people from the south, namely Chen Zhuo's eldest apprentice Li Shan and his family, as well as Lao Jiang and Ding Lianshan, as well as Gu Yu's aunt who had been missing for many years and the third sister in the Golden Building.

This time the sound of "Lost Trace Boxing" moved the north and south of the river, and Huo Yuanjia's name also spread all over the north and south martial arts.

In addition, Chen Zhuo and Liang Chaoyun are about to become married.

Seeing that the apprentice was seeking a home, Cheng Tinghua also forgot about it.

There is a third thing, the establishment of the "Chinese Warriors Association" was preliminarily decided, and it is intended to stand in the north, echoing the "Jingwu Society" in the south.

And the last reason is because Chen Zhuo has achieved Tongxuan.

He stood in the courtyard for three days and three nights, with no breath at all, and his heart and lungs stopped, which scared all the senior brothers enough, and Gu Yu and Liang Chaoyun were so anxious that they cried.

But he couldn't wake up, and he didn't dare to touch him, a group of people were stunned and kept guard for three days and three nights, Chen Zhuo woke up like a dream, opened his mouth and took a long breath, swallowed for nearly half an hour, and finally overflowed with a Shenhua all over his body, and the pores converged one by one, and the weather was shocking.

Everyone understands that since then, there has been an invincible figure in this world.

On "attacking", killing the enemy and locking the enemy, attacking everything, within ten steps, the enemy country is exhausted; On "keeping", the six senses are mysterious, and self-avoidance is in danger.

Compared to the ethereal land true immortal, this is already the ultimate in offense and defense.

Chen Zhuo is now ahead of everyone, although it is a little sudden, but it seems to be expected.

Looking back, this son sang and marched forward, but he was trapped in death but killed a way to live.

It took more than a month for Chen Zhuo to sort out his understanding of "Tongxuan" in great detail and stayed in the Jingwu Society.

At the same time, he also accepted Wang Yaqiao as an apprentice, passed down the three-foot finger softness, and taught his own perception of using a knife, as well as the ability of fists and palms, to Li Shan and Wang Yaqiao respectively, and by the way, he kneaded the body method of "shrinking the ground into inches" with the essence of the monkey shape, and created another "monkey turning the sky" miracle skill, which was also taught to the two.

In the autumn of that year, Chen Zhuo and Liang Chaoyun got married, and there was not much movement, only banqueting fellow brothers, elders, and close friends.

Then he said goodbye to everyone and left with his wife and son......

Since then, Ping's track has been settled, and no one can see the martial arts in the north and south.

However, although no one has seen it, there are more and more rumors.

Some people say that in the north, they have seen a young man and several colorful tigers playing on the snowfield, chasing back and forth, and getting the essence of the tiger, accompanied by a middle-aged man, this person does not need to move, with his eyes can deter the tiger, like a god.

Some people say that there are madmen in the depths of the mountains in the west who climb thousands of steep walls with their bare hands, such as walking on the ground, like a monkey turning the sky upside down, moving and running in that desperate situation, sitting on the top of the mountain to the moon and swallowing out, his eyes are full of divine light, and the world is shocked.

Some people say that on the shore of the Bohai Sea, there are father and son who hold the boat and break the waves, practice their fists and feet in the storm, and spit thunder in their mouths.

Some people say that on a snowy night, a mound in the mountain behind their house suddenly climbed out of an old ghost with a cloak and a disheveled head, not waiting for it to escape down the mountain, there was a man in a green shirt striding forward, Lang laughed and spit out a flying knife, his eyes were flashing, and the old ghost was beheaded on the spot, it was a fairy descending to earth, and the local villagers also made a statue of the temple and offered incense.

It is also said that in the western Tibet, there are martial artists who come by stepping on the snow and pulling out a 100-year-old monk from an abandoned old temple, picking off his head, and crushing his bones and scattering ashes.

All in all, there are too many rumors pointing to Chen.

On September 8, 1912, initiated by Ye Yunbiao and Ma Fengtu, the Chinese Warriors Association was established in Zhongshan Park, Jinmen.

Ye Yunbiao was the first president, and the assembly of the northern martial arts began from this.

In 1914, led by Hao Enguang, a disciple of Xingyimen, he went to Tokyo, Japan to establish a branch.

And the affairs of the "Shenzhou League" are also temporarily taken care of by Huo Yuanjia, and the reputation of "the world's number one assassin" seems to have gradually disappeared in the waves again and again.

Until December 1915, Yuan Shikai was proclaimed emperor, and an urgent letter was sent abroad.

In the spring of the following year, Yuan Shikai died mysteriously in the study, and the head of Xiang Shangshang disappeared.

Since then, Chen Zhuo's name has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the world has been shocked.

In 1920, Gong Baotian succeeded as the second president of the Chinese Warriors Association.

The following year, the first generation of grandmaster Li Cunyi passed away in the capital.

On the same day, the gossip master Cheng Tinghua came to an end.

……

In the middle of winter, heavy snow falls.

Outside the capital Yuanshun Dart Bureau, all the old seniors in the northern martial arts who can speak have arrived.

Since the death of Wang Wuye and the destruction of the Qing court, this place was bought back by a group of rangers in Beijing, which was intended to be given to Wang's widow, but there was never a chance, and it has been idle for many years.

Now that the two grandmasters have passed away, it has become a place of rest.

But right now, no one has stepped in first.

On the snow, a carriage rolled out two ruts and stopped in front of everyone.

The driver was a young man in black, shirtless, tall and strong, lean and neat, with short hair like steel needles standing up, skin like old copper, tiger eyes glowing with sharp light, imminent, as if he was not afraid of the cold, dignified appearance, stepping on military boots, and faintly diffusing a sense of iron-blooded killing all over his body.

"Dad, it's here!"

The young man's voice was deep and deep, and his expression was sad.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted by two slender fingers, and a broad back came out and stepped out of the carriage.

This man has long hair and a green robe, and his sideburns are exposed with a few strands of silver frost-like white, and he is covered in snow petals, and there is a slight black stubble on his chin.

The power of the young man is already pressing, but the power of the person who got off the carriage is even more powerful, without any words and expressions, not even movements, just like a tiger lying in the winter forest for a long time, the weather is self-contained, and it seems to come out of the bones, even if it is just a slight cough, it seems to have the weight of a hundred beasts.

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen!"

"I've seen Chen Ye!"

"Master Chen!"

……

As soon as the man got out of the carriage, a group of old men waiting on the snow couldn't wait to greet him, all of them were vegetarian and cried a lot.

"Uncle Chen!"

A cold voice rang out from it.

Miss Gong Ruomei wore linen and gave a salute.

Looking around, the middle-aged man lifted his eyelids, looked at the signboard that was re-hung outside, and then looked at the big flag re-erected in the empty field, and his eyes flashed a moment of trance, a little wet.

Ten years of time do not seem to have left a trace on his face, but the majesty of his body is getting stronger and stronger.

Behind this person were two charming women, holding an eight or nine-year-old girl in her hand, carved in pink and jade, curious and ignorant looking at everything around her.

As soon as a few people came, someone immediately handed over the filial piety clothes and sackcloth.

Xu Sanye was no longer old, he was trembling and was helped, walked closer, and glanced at the person in front of him with great effort, "Master Chen, I can't imagine that we will see you again in our lifetime, where have you been all these years?" ”

"Go farther!"

The middle-aged man changed his clothes and said softly: "Everyone, it's been a long time! ”

The person who came was Chen Zhuo.

It feels like it's almost today, tomorrow or not, there's one chapter left......

(End of chapter)