The core structure of the Jingwu Heroes Association is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Long Ye's appeal in the world serves as the banner, and the head of state's capital and political power protect it.
The actual internal operations are Yingying, Lao Nong, Dong Haichuan, Guo Yunshen, Huo Yuanjia's father Huo Endi and other tycoons.
Representatives from the Southern and Northern factions have gathered at this moment, but some core personnel never show up.
The old farmer has left the Hunan Army system. This was Zeng Guofan's order before his death. The living people of the Hunan Army are not allowed to harass him anymore, let alone order him.
In fact, Zeng Guofan has always hoped that the old farmer can help Xiao Letian, but the old farmer is too lazy to hang out in the power field. Ever since he heard about Xiang Shaolong's plan for the Jingwu Heroes Association, an ideal that has been dormant for many years has sprouted in his heart. .
That is to write a book called "Musashi" that brings together the martial arts of all sects in the world into one book. In this great era of declining martial arts, before the wave of industrial power suppressing personal strength.
At least I can leave some information for future generations to search for. Even if it is just a little clue, it can prove that I, the Chinese martial arts, have been here before and have been glorious in this world.
"I have never been to Europa, but I have seen with my own eyes the industrial era created by the head of state! This is not something that human beings can resist. This is the trend for the next hundred years and thousands of years..."
"No matter how reluctant our generation is to give up and how unwilling to face the facts, we have to understand that in a hundred years and thousands of years, this unique skill we have will definitely be lost on a large scale..."
"Three hundred years from now, the names of our martial arts stunts will disappear... So what should the children of that era do if they want to study us hundreds of years ago?"
"The Jingwu Heroes Club is a good way to turn fighting skills into a competition. As long as the support funds continue, then this competition model can continue..."
"Perhaps one day, this kind of competition will attract fighting masters from all over the world to participate... Then it will become a world event and everyone will earn bonuses, which is also a good thing!"
"But Eagle, you have to remember that this kind of fighting competition also has a drawback...that is, it is too utilitarian. Once a hundred years later, the competition is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, everyone will judge the winner based on the winner!"
"Some fierce and domineering martial arts will be widely spread, because everyone wants to win! And those niche martial arts, such as Cangzhou Yanzimen!"
"They make a living by getting high and high. Most of them are snitches from the North... Their kung fu skills for escaping are excellent, but their fighting skills are lacking!"
"Will these martial arts skills gradually disappear because they are not good at ring competition? It is very possible, because people are eager for quick success and quick money!"
"It will be inconspicuous for a year or two, what about a hundred years? There will definitely be a large number of martial arts that cannot adapt to the model of the Jingwu Heroes Association, and will gradually be eliminated!"
"These martial arts should also leave a memory of their own in the long history, so I want to write this Musashi!"
"Record their historical origins and glorious deeds. If possible, I can also record their moves for future generations to study and discuss..."
"A book of Musashi plus Master Long's Jingwu Heroes Club... I think this vast Chinese martial arts world can leave a trace!"
"Children hundreds of years from now...don't forget us!"
Hearing the old farmer's affection, the eagle became emotional himself, and his eye sockets became hot and he almost shed tears, "Brother! You are serious... I am not as good as you!"
"You can imagine what will happen hundreds of years from now, but we people are still fighting for this little benefit in front of us?"
"When the Ninth Commander leaves the field, I will fucking quit... If Mr. Long can support me, I will also be my tutor here!"
"Shh... be silent, the person I hate is here..." Before the eagle could finish his words, the old farmer raised his hand to close the window, and moved his ears to identify the movement outside by the sound.
The room fell into silence, but it was lively outside!
Suddenly, a group of people walked in at the east gate of the martial arts arena. They wore khaki turbans on their heads and gray double-breasted cloaks. They also used pot ash on their faces, and the loess mud created various strange patterns.
There were more than twenty people in this group. As soon as they walked in, they parted ways. In the middle was a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist priest's robe and a yellow turban. He actually held a gun in his hand. He was so well dressed. nondescript.
This group of people came in, and many of the bigwigs present frowned, and some people who were close to them also avoided them, as if they were deliberately keeping a distance from them.
"Haha, Master Xiang... we have a distinguished guest, why don't you say a word to our senior brother of Yihequan and let us meet this world hero!"
The leader threw the blunderbuss into the hands of his subordinates and clasped his fists in his hands: "You heroes... Senior Brother Jinghai Tankou of Yihequan, Cao Futian is polite..."
"I heard that the adults from the imperial court and the Chinese adults are here today? You guys don't have any good filial piety. Please offer some incense to open the eyes of the nobles!"
As he said this, the people behind Senior Brother Cao suddenly started playing drums and music together. Some took out suonas, some took out gongs, others played snare drums, and some played flutes. They didn't know what the music was.
This Senior Brother Cao had two postures in the air, and then hit three Hatches in a row. His eyes were confusing!
"The spirits of the sky, the spirits of the earth...possessed by true immortals, offering incense in the world!"
The two disciples, who were practicing Kung Fu, one on the left and the other on the right, bowed their waists and symmetrically formed an invitation pose. Their hands were like magic, and a ball of fire appeared with a bang.
Gordon was startled, and when he looked closely, two more lit incense sticks appeared in the hands of these two people!
"God! This trick is so beautiful..."
I couldn't hear Gordon's praise, the fun stuff was still to come. I saw that Senior Brother Cao had a good punch, flashing and moving, which was very lively, and he also made weird sounds from his mouth.
The disciples under the altar asked in unison, "Which immortal descended to earth to receive incense? Who received incense..."
"Wow, yeah, yeah...I am the giant spirit god..."
"Please accept the incense from the giant spirit god..." Everyone under the door was half-kneeling on the ground.
At this time, Cao Futian made a horse stance and roared, and then another member of the Yihe Boxing Sect who was holding a bird gun pressed the bird gun against his abdominal muscles.
boom! There was a muffled sound, and the disciple pulled the trigger, and the gun shot out a cloud of smoke. Senior Brother Cao yelled and took half a step back.
There was a click, a lead bullet fell to the ground and rolled around, and a big hole was burned in his clothes by the blunderbuss.
At this moment, he stopped his kung fu and clasped his fists, "Hahaha... gentlemen, this is ridiculous!"
"Are these the adults of the imperial court? The common people are giving you a discount..." Senior Brother Cao, who had just finished his performance, knelt in front of Deng Shichang and others and bowed his head respectfully.
The old farmer in the window curled his lips in disgust, "Damn it, if these people hadn't brainwashed so many stupid people, I would have kicked them out of this Jingwu Hero Sect!"
