"Master, I'll go through the formalities right away. Just wait for me. Baidu search"
He Zhenzhong shrugged and nodded. Being able to lure a master-level figure to China seems to be a good thing. Moreover, if this matter spreads on the Internet, the Korean stickmen will probably vomit blood.
Jin Taeyong ran away in a hurry.
And looking at his back, there were several sticks standing there, their faces turning blue and red, and they all had the intention to kill. Who would have thought that things would be like this, that their master would turn out to be treason.
"Traitor, you are not worthy to be our master."
"Yes, he dares to scold our country, Korea. We must make him regret it."
"Let's go back and find some other Taekwondo masters. We must wipe out the Chinese martial arts world."
Several stickmen gritted their teeth, held hands, and glanced at He Zhenzhong viciously before leaving quickly.
The previous few guys had their heads buried and sneakily ran towards the back. What a joke. The God of War and the invincible master in their minds instantly became like a dog with its tail pinned in front of that guy. They stayed behind.
What else can we do here besides seeking death?
Snap, snap, snap.
There was warm applause from all around, and they were naturally happy to see these sticks being beaten away.
The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at He Zhenzhong, with a look of surprise in his eyes. This young man who looked like a college student actually made a Taekwondo master willing to bend over and worship him? This, he could not imagine He Zhenzhong's strength.
How strong.
He Zhenzhong had already squatted down, picked up all the money scattered on the ground, handed it to the middle-aged man, and asked: "Even if you are a bodyguard, security or work on a construction site, it is better than this. Besides, what you have practiced is not
It’s a foreigner’s kung fu, it’s too harmful to the body.”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "I have also thought about doing other things, but I am short of money now. There is too little money to do those things. I can also go into black boxing, but I can't lose the face of my ancestors.
Bar."
Sure enough, a penny can't defeat a heroic man, He Zhenzhong sighed.
"Chen Ziqiang."
The middle-aged man stretched out his calloused hands. He Zhenzhong knew that they were left behind by practicing boxing, hitting sandbags and wooden stakes for many years. He raised his hand and shook it, "He Zhenzhong. It seems that the senior is really good."
The martial hero Chen Zhen is now a descendant."
Chen Ziqiang also nodded, but the bitterness and loneliness on his face were even worse. His ancestors were famous national heroes, but he was in such a state that he had no shame to mention that he was a descendant of Chen Zhen.
Looking at Chen Ziqiang, He Zhenzhong said, "I wonder, does the senior have any plans to re-establish the Jingwu Sect?"
Hearing this, Chen Ziqiang's body trembled violently and he clenched his fists. He had only dreamed about it, but in addition to excellent kung fu, rebuilding the Jingwu Sect also required a large amount of funds, and he had all these.
No.
He Zhenzhong knew what Chen Ziqiang was thinking, smiled slightly, and said: "I can give the complete set of Huojia Quan, Mizong Quan, and Mizong Steps to the seniors. Moreover, I can also help solve the financial problem. Even,
There is no problem on the government’s side.”
Chen Ziqiang stared at He Zhenzhong with disbelief on his face. It was just a chance encounter. Is this young man really willing to help him like this?
"I just don't want to see the spirit of Jingwu disappear in the long river of history, nor do I want to see some barbarian arts becoming popular in our Chinese land, while our real treasures and secret arts have been forgotten by the Chinese people." He Zhenzhong
He said in a deep voice. Of course, there were some words that he did not say. He had already fought with Indonesia. The international situation was turbulent, and there was an undercurrent surging behind the calm. A large-scale war could break out at any time. At this time, the Chinese people should be awakened.
The blood in the body is hot.
Chen Ziqiang took a deep breath, clasped his hands into his fists, and said in a deep voice: "If my little brother thinks highly of me, then I will go all out."
He Zhenzhong nodded and said: "However, we can't rush things, let's take our time. Taekwondo and other martial arts are very popular in China, and they do have their own uniqueness. At least, they look cool. If martial arts wants to be popularized, it must be done
Appropriate adjustments.”
"This is easier said than done." Chen Ziqiang also sighed, "Because of the war, many kung fu have been lost. Moreover, what our Chinese martial arts has always focused on is not the appreciation."
He Zhenzhong also knew this, but for him, who had the system, it was not a problem. He looked at Chen Ziqiang and said: "Don't worry, there will be no problem. Now, let's solve your difficult problem first.
Well, can you tell me?"
Chen Ziqiang took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with sadness, and he said slowly: "When I was young, I practiced martial arts for many years. I wanted to revive my reputation in Jingwu, so I challenged myself everywhere and made many enemies.
When my daughter was ten years old, a group of Japanese warriors came to seek revenge. I was besieged. Although I resisted desperately, I was still defeated. My wife was also poisoned in the chaos and lost feeling in her feet. Over the years, I
I took her everywhere to seek medical treatment, but there was no result at all, but as a father, I can't just give up, right?"
It was the kid who caused the evil again. He Zhenzhong could see the pain in Chen Ziqiang's heart. Back then, Chen Zhen and others beat the kid to shit. As his descendant, Chen Ziqiang was hurt by the kid. How could he not feel pain in his heart?
"Let's go, take me to the hospital." He Zhenzhong said.
"Well, I happened to be going to deliver food to her." Chen Ziqiang nodded.
After packing his things, Chen Ziqiang took He Zhenzhong to Donghai First People's Hospital.
Deng Deng Deng.
"Doctor, have you checked my daughter's feet?"
As soon as he arrived in front of the ward, Chen Ziqiang walked quickly and stopped a doctor in a white coat.
"What to check? Do we still need to check? I can tell at a glance that it is hopeless, and the injury has worsened, so it is best to perform amputation immediately." The doctor had an obviously impatient look on his face, "Also, during this period of time
Have you brought the money for medicine and nursing care? If you haven't, it will be useless even if you kneel down again, you must leave."
"Speak politely, do you look like a doctor?" He Zhenzhong frowned and walked over.
Hearing this, the doctor turned his head and stared at He Zhenzhong with an ugly expression.