Chenjiagou, Henan, is the birthplace of Chinese Tai Chi. It is said that in the Ming Dynasty, a person surnamed Chen, led his clans to move here to avoid war. Then, the clan gradually grew and became named after a deep ditch near the vicinity. The original name was Chengou, but later it was changed to Chenjiagou.

More than a thousand years have passed, but Chenjiagou still maintains a martial spirit. It has a memorial hall for masters of all generations and steles for future generations to admire. There are statues in the hall, and the steles are engraved with life introductions of many Tai Chi masters and even fewer grandmasters. People living here, even children of a few years old, can easily recite a Tai Chi technique.

No wonder Yang Luchan, in Hebei, would travel thousands of miles across regions in order to learn Tai Chi, and would work hard to come here to steal skills, and eventually become a master.

The village of that time has now become a town. It is not only the birthplace of famous martial arts in China, but also one of the more representative tourist attractions in Henan Province. It receives as many as tens of thousands of Chinese and foreign tourists every year. It not only promotes China's martial arts culture to the world, but also further promotes the local economy and increases residents' income.

On that evening, the sun sets, smoke curling over the town, and the last narrow and long colorful clouds left in the sky.

The fields around the town are green, planting, crops, and connected in groups, and the puddles and ponds reflect the darker and darker night sky. The leaves are rustling like singing, and willow leaves swaying in the wind. The faint crickets and frogs chirping, chickens and dogs are heard, and accompanied by the laughter of children who do not want to return home. It seems that none of this is enough to describe this quiet and peaceful town, just like the weather, full of warmth.

In the innermost wing room of an ancient house with a style in the Ming and Qing dynasties, seven old men with different appearances but strong, steady and extremely majestic momentum are being held.

The owner of the mansion is surnamed Chen. He is over 70 years old. He is smart and thin, but healthy, energetic, with fine hair and black hair. His mouth is full of teeth, his eyes are not blurred, his waist is not bent, and his back is not hunched. Every day meal is two big bowls. Although he does not serve in the government, in terms of reputation, no one can match the three cities and four counties around this area.

Because he is the 18th generation descendant of the Chen family Wang Tinggong, the founder of Chen style Tai Chi, Chen Bo. According to the martial arts world in the old age, this old man is like a local martial arts road.

The wing room is brightly lit, the doors and windows are open, and the wind is cool and pleasant. Sitting here, you can't feel the hot and hot air outdoors at all. On the Eight Immortals table in the middle are fresh watermelons and various fruits. The top-notch Huangshan Yunwu Tea is accompanied by the steaming heat at the mouth of the cup, which is filled with a unique faint fragrance.

The owner Chen Bo sat in the main seat facing south and north with a smile on his face. Six men and one woman and seven older men sat around the table. Drink tea, discuss, chat and laugh with each other, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

A person sitting in Chen Bo's lower left position had a wide forehead, and his raised eyebrows were inlaid with thick/black eyebrows like two knives. He had a rough and bold appearance, a strong body as a lion, and his head was covered with gray hair as chaotic as flying tumbling. The old man in dark gray cloth clothes picked up the hot tea, completely ignored the hot heat, and tilted his head and drank it. He ignored the laughter of the people around him, grinned with a thick voice, and spoke like thunder. Although the house was not big, he could still hear the echoes that were scattered. The vitality was not released, and the clanging sound resonated. This was an unnatural phenomenon that could only be caused by the extreme of his cultivation.

"Brother Chen, you're asking someone to notify us today. You can't just be for the Japanese Japanese devils? Just that little brat with unfinished hair, I can crush him hundreds of times with one finger. Is it necessary to have such a big fanfare?"

Although Chen Bo's face is not big and thin, his face is not bad. Not only is it rosy, but it also has a gloss. Except for his forehead, corners, mouth, and nose, it is unbearable to resist the erosion of time. There are a few shallow marks, his skin has few wrinkles. The pair of eyes that often like to be half open and half closed are clear and bright, with dark pupils and deep eyes, and they don't look like an old man over 70 years old. After hearing the words of the old man in gray, he just smiled slightly, his eyes were as gentle as ever, and his eyes were as gentle as ever. He said nothing.

The only woman here, the old lady wearing a faint blue sportswear, with a bun on her back of her head and a few traces of silver frost on her temples, glared at the old man in gray after hearing this, and said, "Old Master Zu, are you old? The Thirteenth Taibao practiced for decades, making your own pig head even more stupid?"

Hahaha... the old people here burst into laughter again.

The old man in gray, known as the ancestor, suddenly turned his head and looked at it. His hot temper was about to rise, but when he saw the sharp eyes of the old lady's stylish willow eyebrows, his straight waist collapsed like a deflated ball. He snorted a few times and asked stubbornly: "You know? Then tell me what the purpose of this party is for today? Our group of people are hundreds of years old. There are days left. I have not been together today. I finally got together, drink some wine, and then have two hands. Isn't it good? If I gather together just to deal with the Japanese devils, don't you think this matter is nonsense..."

At this point, I suddenly realized that something was wrong because it was a bit insinuated. I quickly left my seat like a child and explained with a red face: "Brother Chen, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying you're nonsense, no, no, nonsense..." After a long time of explanation, I didn't understand, but let the laughter of the old guys around me spread far away along the door of the house. So I sat back on the chair and muttered, "Anyway, I think it's a little bit too much. If this is to be spread, we have to throw our old faces into the stinky ditch. Besides, is it necessary to use a stinky knife to kill chickens?"

"Haha, Ancestor, you're right. You don't need a knives to kill a chicken." An old man with silver hair sitting next to him was neatly combed, fair skin, square face, and a pair of crystal-framed glasses. He smiled faintly: "We have discussed the situation of the Japanese Toshiichi Kuroki just now. You probably have some understanding of this person. So let me ask you, based on your Ancestor's experience, what level should that kid's current cultivation level reach?"

The ancestor didn't even think about it, grinned and said in a disdainful tone: "The upper part of Ming Jin or the peak should not have broken through the dark energy, but so what? What can he do if he breaks through the dark energy? He is still a little trash. Humph!"

The old man with glasses with a strong bookish atmosphere nodded repeatedly, without any rushing, and asked slowly: "That's right, for you, me, the old guy here, that little guy named Kuroki Jun is really nothing, and there is no need to sit here with Brother Chen in order to deal with him."

His face suddenly changed, and two terrifying rays burst out from the eyes behind the lenses, and his expression and tone were both cold. Especially his tone, there was obvious worry. "But have you ever thought that he was twenty-one years old this year and has never failed among the younger generation in Japan since his debut. Some time ago, he challenged young masters from Southeast Asian countries one by one, and he also had no defeat. This time he came to China to challenge, especially under the banner and came to our Henan. So who do he want to challenge?"

"The brain is his brain, his hand is his hand. Who does he want to challenge? How can I know?"

"You..." The old man with glasses was choked and almost couldn't hold it back. He covered his forehead and said, "Okay! Okay, let's change the way of asking. I'll ask you, if Shunichi Kuroki stood in front of you, would he challenge your ancestors?"

"He dares!" He slammed the table, his eyes were blooming, his hair was flying, and his wind trembled. A tiger roar made the teacup on the table jump a few times. He almost rolled to the ground.

"Is he stupid?"

"Nonsense! Can a fool achieve this level at the age of twenty-one... No, wait." The ancestor suddenly felt angry, his pupils tightened and relaxed again. He suddenly understood. He understood the meaning of Brother Chen calling these old guys over, and the meaning of the rude round-faced old lady Liu Qimei who was just rude and the colorful Su Jingjing in front of him. He stood there with his body straight and thought for a few minutes, and finally sat down dejectedly. His face also became very ugly, and he felt both angry and helpless. After a long time, he looked at Chen Bo who was sitting there and drinking tea slowly, and asked: "Brother Chen, who is your choice?"

"Haha, have you figured it out?" Chen Bo put down the teacup in his hand and said with a smile.

"Yes." Old Zu's face turned slightly red and nodded embarrassedly.

Chen Bo also slowly lowered his smile, looked at the old friends present, and said, "I summoned everyone here today to hear what you mean, and by the way, the candidates in your hearts. By the way, four people are the best choice, and there is no need for too many. If you win in one battle, it is of course the best. However, the other three are reserves. If you lose four battles, then it doesn't make any sense to continue fighting."

"Yes, although this battle is a technical battle between young people, the impact behind it is of far-reaching significance. The Japanese martial arts world and the Chinese martial arts world have not had such direct communication for many years. If we can defeat the Japanese genius martial arts Shunichi Kuroki, I believe everyone can guess what kind of impact it will bring. But once we lose, it will be a big blow to our current martial arts world, especially the younger generation."

"Old Ye's words make sense, and this is what I am most worried about. Brother Chen, I wonder which hero of the Chen family are going to fight?" Liu Qimei, the old lady with round face, pondered for a while and said.
Chapter completed!