The three rickshaws carried Xu Feng and the other two and soon arrived at Jingwu Gate.

Chen Zhen saw from afar that there were wreaths of elegy couplets piled up at the entrance of Jingwu Gate, and white silk hanging on the plaque.

This is only possible if you hold a funeral.

Chen Zhenxin fell into the bottomless abyss in an instant.

What he most disbelieved and reluctant to see happened eventually.

He sat in the rickshaw dazed, his mind full of his master Huo Yuanjia's voice, smile, and he was completely in a state of despair.

"It's here, it's Jingwu Gate."

The middle-aged rickshaw driver wiped his sweat and said mutteringly: "I've told you a long time ago that the Jingwu Sect is over. How about it? Should I change to another martial arts hall? I can take you there now, but that's a little extra money!"

"Need not……"

Chen Zhen's voice was choked and hoarse.

He thought he would be angry with the rickshaw driver's words, but at this moment he was filled with grief and had no other place to gain his foothold.

He just wanted to go back to Jingwu Pavilion and ask what was going on.

When he walked out of the rickshaw, an apprentice of Jingwumen standing at the door lit up his eyes and came up excitedly, "Fifth Senior Brother! Is it you? Fifth Senior Brother?"

"A Biao!" Chen Zhen recognized the apprentice all at once.

A Biao was wearing a short linen jacket, with a black sleeve hoop on his arms, and a big "filial piety" embroidered on the black sleeve hoop.

"Fifth Senior Brother! You are finally back!"

A Biao couldn't help crying bitterly. He was also an old man from Jingwu Sect. He had seen many storms and waves with Huo Yuanjia. Now even he is so wronged. It is conceivable how much social pressure the Jingwu Sect has been under during this period.

The rickshaw driver was shocked and said carefully: "So you are from Jingwu Sect. Oh, you are so rude. Don't take my words to your heart!"

Chen Xing's nose wings fluttered, and he turned around and said coldly: "I will not forget your words. What I want to tell you is that Jingwu Sect is not over! If you don't believe it, just stare with your eyes wide!"

After saying that, Chen Zhen took out three pieces of Long Yang from his pocket and slapped it heavily in the hands of the rickshaw driver.

The rickshaw driver's arm numb and he screamed with grinning.

Chen Zhen ignored the car door, tidied up his clothes, and walked towards Jingwu Gate.

"I'm really sorry." Yamada Koko hurriedly bowed to the screaming coachman.

Xu Feng grabbed Yamada Photon and whispered: "Phon, after entering Jingwu Sect, don't talk."

Photon asked in confusion: "Why?"

"Jingwu Sect now hates Sang people."

"But..." Photon sighed helplessly, "Okay, I won't cause trouble for Chen Zhen and Xu Fengjun."

Xu Feng nodded, led Yamada Hiroko and followed Chen Zhen's pace.

A Biao from Jingwu Sect has never seen Xu Feng and Yamada Hiroko, but since they were brought by the fifth senior brother Chen Zhen, they were guests, so he would naturally not stop him.

With a sad mood, Chen Zhen stepped into Jingwu Gate.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be in the martial arts training ground.

Back then, when Huo Yuanjia was still there, the martial arts training ground of more than 300 square meters was always full of crowds.

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

When the apprentices saw Chen Zhen coming back, they all surrounded him excitedly.

There are a few who have shallow eye sockets and have begun to wipe away tears.

From this we can see that Chen Zhen’s status in the Jingwu Sect is still very high.

Chen Zhen nodded to the old faces and continued to walk towards the mourning hall.

As soon as I walked to the door of the mourning hall, I heard a rough roar coming from inside:

"Huo Tingen, do you dare to fight? If you don't dare to fight, take off the sign of Jingwu Sect and let all the apprentices of Jingwu Sect join my Iron Arm Sect!"

Someone kicked the house?

Chen Zhen's face was suddenly full of anger.

The master just passed away and his body was not cold. These so-called martial arts fellows couldn't wait to step on my Jingwu Sect to take over!

Do you really think that I am easy to bully?

Chen Zhen clenched his fists and was about to step forward, but an old man with gray hair stood up and waved his hand at Chen Zhen majestic with his lips pursed.

Chen Zhen immediately let go of his fists, stood there, respectfully bowing to the old man.

This old man, who was in his fifties, was leaning on a Western-style civilization stick in his hand, wearing a black satin vest, and a golden pocket watch chain hanging on his heart.

His face was a little haggard, his hair was a little gray, but his eyes were bright and his hair was meticulously combed behind his head.

He pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, but just nodded slightly to Chen Zhen, with no emotion on his face.

"This is Uncle Nong Jinsunnong." Chen Zhen whispered to Xu Feng next to him: "He is my master's sworn brother, just like the relationship between you and me."

Xu Feng nodded invisibly.

Nong Jinsun does not have any martial arts skills, but the reason why Jingwumen can gain a foothold in the big city of Shanghai SIPG is entirely due to Nong Jinsun's funding.

Nong Jinsun is engaged in the medicinal materials business, and its business covers various countries such as the East and South China. Although he is not a big country, he is also one of the top ten richest people in this era.

Unlike other rich people, Nong Jinsun invested all the money earned from medicinal materials in the "Jingwu Sports Club". He also had a desire to serve the country and wanted to strengthen the body of the Tang people through martial arts and then achieve the goal of reviving the nation.

Although he knows no martial arts, his heart is also the heart of a hero.

The Jingwu Sect all respected Nong Jinsun very much, and everyone called him Uncle Nong.

Since Uncle Nong doesn't let Chen Zhen take action, it's naturally his reason.

Sure enough, a tired and hoarse voice came from the mourning hall, "Master Ni, this is my father's mourning hall. If you are here to worship, Tingen is very grateful. As for the discussion, please wait until Tingen finishes his father's funeral. At that time, Tingen will come to visit him on his own initiative."

Chen Zhen's brows moved slightly and said to Xu Feng in a low voice: "The one who spoke was my senior brother Huo Tingen, who was also the master's son."

"Hahaha!"

Tiebing Ni said with a laugh: "Everyone says Huo Yuanjia is a great hero with outstanding martial arts skills. I think that's all bragging! Otherwise, how could he be beaten to death by the Sang people? His own son is also a coward and he doesn't even have the courage to fight me! I think, let's take down the sign of Jingwu Sect! Don't be embarrassed by Shanghai SIPG!"

Everyone in Jingwu Sect was extremely angry and wanted to rush in and tear the iron arm Ni immediately.

Huo Tingen paused for a while, as if he was enduring. Finally, he sighed, "Master Ni, when my father was alive, he set a rule to not compete with his fellow martial arts fellows for the time being, and to work hard to be consistent with the outside world. Everyone is a fellow practitioner, why should you fight each other hard?"

Tiebang Ni smiled contemptuously: "Stop talking nonsense, don't dare to fight, just kneel down and admit defeat. I will never make things difficult for you, a junior."

Huo Tingen said lightly: "Since it doesn't make sense, I can only accompany you. However, this is my father's mourning hall. If you want to discuss, please go to the martial arts training ground outside."
Chapter completed!