The seller of the heavens

Listening to everyone's words, Huang Feihong said humbly:

"Brother Jiang's martial arts are very strong. I have already experienced them. I don't think I am his opponent. Moreover, his strength is more than enough to open a martial arts gym. I don't want to be boring."

Mo Kaisheng raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Master Huang and Master Jiang have fought against each other before?"

Huang Feihong nodded: "That's right."

Mo Kaisheng rolled his eyes in his heart, and secretly slandered: Why didn't you say it earlier, if we knew that you and Jiang Chen had fought, how could we have come to embarrass ourselves.

Mo Kaisheng was very depressed, and he couldn't open his mouth to complain about Huang Feihong. Who told them not to call Huang Feihong when they discussed before.

He sighed secretly, clasped his fists to Jiang Chen and said:

"Master Jiang is superb in martial arts, we have learned it today. We will open a martial arts gym in Foshan in the future, and I hope Master Jiang will take care of us."

"Where, where."

Jiang Chen: "Everyone takes care of each other."

"We won't bother you, goodbye."

Not wanting to stay longer in front of the Xinghuo Martial Arts Gym, Mo Kaisheng and several gym owners bid farewell and left one by one.

Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at Huang Feihong. He always felt that his mental state was not very good, so he couldn't help asking:

"Brother Huang, did you encounter any difficulties?"

Huang Feihong nodded: "The militia has encountered some troubles, but I have already found someone to deal with it, so it should be fine."

In the past two days, the admiral of Foshan arrested several militia members for interrogation, saying that they were related to the murder of Wang Butou.

Huang Feihong has been busy outside in order to rescue the militia brothers.

Fortunately, he has close relations with major local chambers of commerce and gentry, and has a wide network of contacts. Someone has already agreed to help fish out the members of the militia.

Huang Feihong didn't go into details, and Jiang Chen didn't ask too much, he didn't know that Huang Feihong and the militia actually took the blame for himself.

Afterwards, Huang Feihong remembered what he said to Jiang Chen last time, and asked curiously:

"Didn't you say you couldn't open a martial arts gym? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Jiang Chen thought to himself: I am running a martial arts gym for the rise of China.

It's a pity that there is no way to say this.

He looked at the group of teenagers who came to the martial arts hall to apprentice, with a look of concern for the country and the people on his face, and said with a sigh:

"Strengthen the country first by strengthening the species, and by strengthening the species first strengthen the body. The current situation is difficult and the people are in hardship. Although Jiang is humble, he also wants to do his part."

"A strong country first strengthens its species, and a strong species first strengthens its body."

Huang Feihong repeated it twice in a low voice, feeling that this sentence seemed simple but contained a profound meaning, his heart was shaken, he looked at Jiang Chen with admiration, cupped his hands and said:

"Brother Jiang said it very well. If all my Chinese sons and daughters have strong bodies and unyielding spirits, how dare foreigners invade.

Brother Jiang's words today are really shocking, and Huang admires them. "

He didn't suspect that Jiang Chen was talking nonsense. After all, Jiang Chen opened a martial arts school without charging tuition fees, and his behavior of providing meals was consistent with his words.

Jiang Chen never expected that Huang Feihong would have such an excited reaction after hearing what he said. He forgot which movie or TV he heard this statement from. In his opinion, this is just a very common statement. With the explosion of information in later generations, there are countless similar statements.

"Brother Huang won the prize."

Liu Yongfu, the leader of the Black Banner Army, once gave Huang Feihong a fan, which recorded a series of unequal treaties signed by the Qing court with other countries.

Every time Huang Feihong saw that fan, he felt sad and angry.

Since when did the dignified China, the kingdom of heaven, fall into such a weak state?

The smallest country thousands of miles away dared to show off its power in the land of China and asked the court to cede land and pay compensation. Huang Feihong couldn't figure out why.

He wanted to change the status quo, and wanted to do his part for the country and the people, but he didn't know what he could do besides teaching the militia to practice martial arts.

This is actually the psychology of many people at the moment—confusion. They saw the shortcomings of the Qing court and knew that going on would be a dead end, but they didn't know how to change it.

Jiang Chen's words today gave Huang Feihong a feeling of enlightenment.

Maybe he can start with martial arts, recruit more disciples, teach martial arts, strengthen his body, and raise his spirit.

It may be difficult for their generation to change, but there is still hope for the younger generation.

Thinking about it, Huang Feihong's eyes shone slightly, his heart felt a little hot, and a kind of passionate emotion was brewing. He solemnly said to Jiang Chen:

"Brother Jiang's words made me suddenly enlightened. If there is any need for help in Xinghuo Martial Arts Hall in the future, please feel free to ask. Huang will definitely not refuse."

Jiang Chen didn't know what Huang Feihong was thinking of, he suddenly became energetic.

For Huang Feihong's words, he smiled and thanked.

After exchanging pleasantries with Huang Feihong, Jiang Chen began to select disciples.

He asked the housekeeper Lao Qian to move a table and put it at the door, and then sat behind the table with Yan Zhendong and asked the teenagers who came to apprentice one by one, recording their names, ages, physical conditions, addresses, identities, family circumstances and other personal information.

After remembering, let them go aside first and wait for the news.

The whole process is somewhat similar to the interview in later generations.

Jiang Chen had already discussed with Yan Zhendong that the top priority for recruiting this time is those who are alone and have no parents to worry about, and then those whose families are poor, whose life is difficult, and who do not have enough to eat.

The gentry and landlord class must not want it.

The team slowly moved forward, and the teenagers who came to sign up provided their personal information one by one, and stood aside and waited anxiously.

After seeing Jiang Chen's majestic demeanor of subduing several martial arts masters by himself, these teenagers behaved very well and did not dare to make trouble at all.

At the same time, the mood to join Xinghuo Martial Arts has become more urgent.

In their view, as long as they can learn one-tenth of Jiang Chen's abilities, it is enough to settle down in society and live a good life.

To become a disciple of Xinghuo Martial Arts, for the vast majority of apprentices, it will undoubtedly change their life and destiny.

The team soon turned to the pair of beggar brothers.

Fang Tianhao looked at Jiang Chen and Yan Zhendong, and introduced himself neither humble nor overbearing:

"My name is Fang Tianhao. I am seventeen years old. I have no other relatives except my younger brother."

As he spoke, he pointed to Fang Tianci behind him:

"This is my younger brother Fang Tianci. We live in the abandoned Guan Gong Temple. My father was in business before..."

When queuing up, Fang Tianhao had already prepared the belly draft in advance, so he spoke quite fluently when introducing himself at this time.

Yan Zhendong recorded Fang Tianhao's information and nodded slightly.

He looked at Fang Tianhao's standing posture, with his feet gripping the ground, and his foot was very stable, he couldn't help asking:

"Have you practiced martial arts before?"

Fang Tianhao nodded: "When I was young, I practiced Hongquan with the old man at home for a while."

"come over."

Yan Zhendong beckoned and asked Fang Tianhao to stand in front of him, then stretched out his hands and squeezed his hands and feet, and found that the muscles on Fang Tianhao's body were bulging, strong and powerful, which was a good material for martial arts.

Fang Tianhao still has some scars on his hands, obviously he has experienced actual combat.

he asked again.

Fang Tianhao didn't hide anything, and told the origin of the scar.

Fights often occurred between beggars. Some gangs of beggars specialized in abducting children, harvesting them and cutting them up. Fang Tianhao and his younger brother fought with these people a few times.