Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

Chen Gongzhe slapped the stone table three times, repeatedly praising, "Good! Good! Good!"

He rarely showed such outward emotion, and this startled even the gray cat dozing under the eaves, causing it to jump onto the wall.

Chen Gongzhe grabbed the teapot, filled Chen Hongwu's cup, then filled his own, and raised half a cup high: "I, Chen Gongzhe, will risk my life to accompany this hero today. Since Master Chen has such ambition, the Jingwu Association will certainly do its utmost to help."

Chen Hongwu raised his glass, clinked it against Chen's, and drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Gongzhe put down his teacup, pondered for a moment, and his face regained some of the cautiousness of the Jingwu Association president.

He began to analyze the situation for Chen Hongwu: "Master Chen, if you want to become the leader of the Southern martial arts world, it's not enough to rely solely on your strength."

He held up one finger: "Force can only subdue people temporarily. You may subdue Zhang San today, but Li Si will come tomorrow. Fighting back and forth only breeds more and more hatred, and the greater the fame, the more isolated one becomes."

He then held up a second finger: "But words alone won't do. Southern martial artists don't buy into that. If you don't have real combat achievements and cultivation, even if you speak eloquently, no one will listen to you."

Therefore, to be a leader, one must possess both force and moral authority. Force establishes authority, while moral authority wins people's hearts. Only then will people genuinely respect you and be willing to seek your adjudication in the future.

Chen Hongwu nodded: "That's why I want to open the museum."

"Not bad." Chen Gongzhe slowly leaned back in his chair. "In the path of martial arts, if the name is not correct, the words will not be proper. In the North, there is the Chinese Martial Arts Association, which is supported by people like Li Cunyi, Zhang Zhankui, and Shang Yunxiang. It has long been the banner of the Northern martial arts world."

You just said the South is a disorganized mess; to tame this disorganization, we first need to raise a banner. A martial arts school is the most suitable name.

He tapped his finger lightly on the stone table: "Let's take stock of the martial arts landscape in the South."

Chen Hongwu closed his eyes slightly and listened to him.

"Guangdong is the first place to be affected. You are from Sanhai County in Guangdong, and you have deep roots in Foshan and Guangzhou. Huang Feihong is the leading figure in Guangdong's martial arts world, and you have a very close relationship with him."

"If you go back and rally the troops, many will follow. But there are too many styles of martial arts in Guangdong—Hung, Lau, Choi, Lee, Mo—each with its own ancestral hall. You must first establish your principles before you can subdue them by force."

Chen Hongwu nodded: "I have old acquaintances with the leaders of various factions in Guangdong, so it's not difficult."

"Fujian is the most difficult," Chen Gongzhe continued. "The clan power in Fujian is extremely strong. Each village has its own surname, and each surname has its own martial arts. The White Crane, Five Ancestors, Liancheng, and Earth Arts sects and clans are deeply intertwined. Even if outsiders manage to break in, they can't hold on. If we want to make the Fujian martial arts world submit, we must first take over Quanzhou and Fuzhou, but that's a matter for later."

"The Jianghu spirit is strongest in the two lakes and Hunan regions, and Du Xinwu of the Natural Gate comes from Hunan. Although he has retired from the world, he is extremely prestigious, and his seniority within the Green Gang is terrifying. If you want to unify the two lakes and Hunan regions, you will have to meet him sooner or later."

Chen Gongzhe's tone was calm. "However, this person is open-minded and may not be an obstacle for you. Sichuan has Emei, Songxi, and Sengyue schools, which are located in high mountains and far away, with strict rules and regulations, and cannot be accomplished in a day. As for Jiangsu and Zhejiang, there is Tai Chi by Yang Chengfu and Wu Jianquan, Chaquan, and Shaolin Sanzhi. The Jingwu Association has some roots in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and I can help them."

He paused, his gaze falling on Chen Hongwu: "The most troublesome place is Guangxi."

Chen Hongwu smirked and said calmly, "I know that I have a long-standing feud with the martial arts world of Guangxi. But don't worry, Chairman Chen, if they are willing to let it go, then so be it; if not, then I will have no choice but to go to Guangxi myself."

"At that time, the southern provinces will be subdued, and what will become of a mere province?"

Chen Gongzhe shook his head with a wry smile: "According to you, this game of chess will take at least three to five years to finish."

"No." Chen Hongwu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear as stars. "Three to five years is too long! One year is enough."

Chen Gongzhe was slightly taken aback.

"Master Chen, you are truly audacious." He poured Chen Hongwu another cup of tea. "Alright, everything is difficult at the beginning, let's take the first step. Your idea of ​​opening a martial arts school in Shanghai is excellent."

The name is of utmost importance; the Northern Chinese Martial Arts Association has a prestigious and righteous name. The Jingwu Association is also a pioneer.

But if you want to overshadow all of this, you'll need a respectable and authoritative name. I wonder if Master Chen has one in mind?

As he spoke, he picked up his teacup and slowly blew on it.

"Yes," Chen Hongwu said decisively.

"What's your name?"

Chen Hongwu stared at the tea stems floating in the cup, and said, word by word, "Central Martial Arts Academy."

Chen Gongzhe spat out the entire mouthful of tea.

Tea dripped down the edge of the stone table, soaking half of his clothes.

He glared at Chen Hongwu, still holding the empty glass, as if someone had struck his pressure points: "You... what did you say?"

"Central Martial Arts Academy," Chen Hongwu repeated.

Chen Gongzhe slammed down his teacup, his face a mixture of amusement and despair: "Good heavens, you just blurt out 'Central Government.' Don't you know how many people are offended by those two words? In the north there's the Beiyang Government, in the south there's the Constitutional Protection Army Government, who wouldn't want to be 'Central Government'? You have no official position, no affiliation, no sect, yet you dare call yourself the Central Martial Arts Academy? You're truly fearless!"

Chen Hongwu did not laugh, but said calmly, "President Chen is overthinking it. The martial arts school is called Central, not to compete with the government for a title. This name is to tell the world that Chinese martial arts are not divided into North, South, East, and West, there is only one Central."

The biggest problem in the martial arts world is that everyone sets up their own faction and talks to themselves.

The two characters "中央" (Central) embody the spirit of returning to the sea. Martial artists, regardless of their school or sect, know upon standing at the entrance that they are not there to pay homage to a powerful sect, but to return to the sea.

He paused, his voice low and deep: "The Central Martial Arts Academy is not for one person, nor for one family. It is for the sake of all martial arts lineages, so that they can unite under one banner and work together as one."

Chen Gongzhe opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless.