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Chapter 141 Major Events in the Martial Arts World of the North and South
The three of them walked together.

Cheng Yong was clearly a naive young man, and Ye Ningzhen didn't mince words, directly bringing up news from Foshan and Tianjin.

"The second brother's letter said that the Japanese in Tianjin are going too far, with three bloody clashes in one month. Two girls from the building were forcibly taken away. Although they were rescued, they were raped."

"Xiao Zhi was furious, so she sneaked into the Japanese concession in the middle of the night and killed the ronin. She hasn't found the Golden Pavilion yet, but it's very dangerous."

"By the way, that young policeman has already taken his family south."

After Ye Ningzhen finished speaking, she looked at Chen Zhan and waited for him to make a decision.

Chen Zhan hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Are there any other martial arts strongholds in Tianjin?"

"It's not really a base. We can contact a few of them who are married, but there's not much we can do."

"Let them leave. Fengtian is too close to Tianjin, and they know I'm in Fengtian. If something happens here, Tianjin will be implicated very quickly."

"There should be arrangements in the capital as well. Let's go to the capital first, meet up there in a few days, and then head south together."

Chen Zhan thought for a moment. Ye Ningzhen was a prominent figure in Tianjin. She had been following him around since she appeared in Fengtian. If his identity were completely exposed, Tianjin would be in immediate danger.

Ye Ningzhen nodded, indicating that she understood. Chen Zhan was becoming more and more steady in his work, and his high achievements naturally earned him the trust of others.

"Have Uncle Gong deliver a message tomorrow. There's also one from Foshan, about the routine semi-annual exchange between the martial arts circles of the North and South; you should be interested," Ye Ningzhen said with a smile.

"Oh? The martial arts world of the South? I am indeed very interested."

"The first thing is that last year the Nationalist government established the Central Martial Arts Academy in Nanjing. The first director was Zhang Zhijiang from Hebei. He was a general in the Northwest Army and had a high level of skill in Baguazhang."

"Later, under the name of the National Government, many masters were recruited to teach boxing. However, the core instructors were mostly famous masters from the North, such as Xue Dian and Shang Yunxiang of Xingyi Quan; Ma Fengtu of Piguazhang; Wang Ziping of Chaquan; and Han Muxia of Xingyi Baguazhang. Soon, the National Martial Arts Academy grew and spread everywhere, opening schools and teaching students, which aroused dissatisfaction among boxing masters from the South."

"After several clashes, the two sides plan to hold a martial arts competition in Foshan, with each side sending out three representatives to exchange skills and also to divide up territory."

"The Nationalist government won't intervene?" Chen Zhan asked.

"We can't intervene. If the rules of the martial arts world are broken, who will follow them in the future? All sorts of underhanded tricks will only make things worse."

Chen Zhan smiled. Indeed, the rules of the martial arts world are not something that anyone is obligated to follow.

But if everyone stops following the rules, chaos will ensue, and no one will be able to live in peace.

They'll throw feces in the middle of the night, set off firecrackers at dawn, smother you with a club when you go out, give you diarrhea after eating—these are all despicable tactics that are impossible to guard against.

Often, don't think too highly of these martial arts practitioners. In ancient times, they were called "stinky show-offs." Martial arts practitioners were considered low-class. Unless they reached the top, they were just street performers or guards.

What strategies could be passed down?
That's why we need to establish rules and follow them.

"When?"

"They didn't say, they're probably still in negotiations."

"I don't know if we can make it in time."

"You still want to play?"

"Can't you?"

"Unless Zhang Zhijiang agrees, you are not qualified according to the rules."

"Then let's find a way to get him to agree?" Chen Zhan said casually.

"What else?"

"There's also the matter of Tianjin and Shanghai. Huo Dongge abandoned the Tianjin Jingwu Association and went south to join his senior brother Liu Zhensheng."

"Oh? You've given up your ancestral property?"

"Hehe, isn't this all thanks to you? Although Chiba Shiro was killed by his own hands, he represented the Jingwu Association. It's normal that Huo Dongge couldn't withstand the repeated attacks from the Japanese."

"Alas, if I hadn't intervened, he wouldn't have been able to hold on that day." "There was nothing I could do; his skills weren't up to par, so he was helpless against being bullied."

Before Chen Zhan and Ye Ningzhen left Tianjin, they had mentioned how the Japanese targeted the Jingwu Association. They didn't even need to use special Japanese methods; simply having ronin provoke them daily and force them to take action would be enough to destroy the Jingwu Association.

Huo Dongge was seriously injured, his leg bone was broken, and he will be unable to move for at least several months.

The Jingwu Association has only a handful of members, so they can't always rely on outside help.

Even in a real fight, he couldn't defeat a skilled Japanese ronin.

"How skilled is Liu Zhensheng in martial arts?" Chen Zhan asked.

"He went to Shanghai with Master Huo many years ago. I was young at the time and never met him. I heard from the old masters in the sect that he had received Huo Yuanjia's true teachings and was very strong."

Chen Zhan nodded. Huo Dongge's lack of martial arts skills had nothing to do with Huo Yuanjia. Whether or not he could receive the true teachings was up to the disciple as long as his master didn't keep them to himself.

Huo Yuanjia couldn't possibly keep secrets from his own son.

Chen Zhan still admired Huo Yuanjia. Decades ago, Wang Wu died at the hands of the Qing soldiers, and his head was hung on the city wall of Beijing for three days and three nights.

Everyone in the martial arts world was furious, but faced with dozens of foreign guns, no one dared to make a move.

Huo Yuanjia was just over thirty years old at the time, full of courage and bravery. He rode alone and snatched the heads of Wang Wu and Wang Zhengyi in the dead of night. The Qing soldiers fired more than a dozen shots, but it is unknown whether they hit him.

"You want to fight everyone?" Ye Ningzhen said speechlessly. He had previously wanted to fight his master.

"Hey, it's only natural to be excited when you see something you're looking for. Practicing martial arts isn't like cultivating Taoism; it doesn't mean you can't control your emotions and desires. The higher your martial arts skills, the stronger your competitive spirit becomes."

Chen Zhan's helplessness stemmed from the fact that his kung fu was too high, making it difficult for him to fight against those who were slightly weaker.

Even if the other party is very famous, it's not a good idea.

If he were to spar with Huo Dongge now, and Huo Dongge were to discover the truth, he would feel deeply humiliated.
People who practice martial arts have a strong sense of self-esteem.

Cheng Yong listened from the side. He had never been to the South either, and he was even more curious about the strange people and events in the martial arts world of the North and South than Chen Zhan.

Seeing that Ye Ningzhen and Chen Zhan were no longer speaking.

"Oh dear, Senior Sister Ye, is that all?"

"Yeah, that's all. That's all the information."

"Are there many martial arts masters in the South?" Cheng Yong asked curiously.

"How tall is considered tall? There are definitely many taller than you." Ye Ningzhen also teased. This kid has just entered the Ming Jin realm. He is obviously a latecomer to the sect. He has a good personality but poor martial arts skills. He must be the bottom of the sect.

"Of course, being taller than me isn't considered tall. But what about being taller than Senior Brother Chen, the Grand Master?" Cheng Yong looked at the two of them with curiosity in his eyes.

"Compared to him?" Ye Ningzhen pointed at Chen Zhan. "If we're talking about comparing him, there shouldn't be any experts left in the South."

Cheng Yong was skeptical, his eyes darting around; he didn't quite believe it. Chen Zhan had just easily defeated many opponents, but his skill level was completely incomprehensible.

He believed that Chen Zhan was definitely no match for his master, so calling him "Grand Master" was more out of flattery and ingratiation.

That's how they ended up sneaking into the gate of the Gong family mansion.

When Chen Zhan and Ye Ningzhen stood at the door, they received completely different treatment from the others. Some people ran inside, while others opened the door to greet them.

"Mr. Chen, Miss Chen instructed that you should go directly to the reception room upon your arrival. Please come in."

Chen Zhan opened the tightly closed door and led the two men in, leaving Cheng Yong stunned.

They and their fellow apprentices had been turned away just a few days ago.

Why did they immediately come out to greet Chen Zhan as soon as he arrived?

The difference in treatment is so huge!
(End of this chapter)