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Chapter 3, 1929: Ma San Betrays His Sect, the Martial Saint Remains
"A major incident has occurred in the Fengtian Bagua Sect. Gong Baotian's chief disciple, Ma San, injured his master, betrayed the sect, and established his own sect. It is rumored that he has already defected to the Japanese."

In his article "On the Difference Between Internal and External Schools of Boxing", Mr. Sun Lutang recounted his visit to Song Shirong in Shanxi 48 years ago to discuss internal strength and the difference between internal and external schools.

As the boy shouted, people quickly gathered around, and three copper coins were taken from his hands along with newspapers.

The little boy's face was dirty, and he wore a tattered red cloth jacket that let in drafts, but his hands were clean, and he had rolled up his sleeves to hold a stack of newspapers in his arms.

Afraid of getting the newspaper dirty, she would occasionally push up her sleeves and sniffle the snot running down her nose from the cold air.

A satchel draped over her shoulders, open on all four sides, constantly collecting copper coins, and a smile bloomed on her muddy little face.

Copper coins were also manufactured in various mints, and their purchasing power fluctuated greatly.

Nowadays, one silver dollar can be exchanged for about one hundred copper coins, and street food such as steamed buns and tea soup are mostly priced at a few copper coins.

A newspaper cost three copper coins, which was not cheap.

Chen Zhan was penniless, but he wouldn't lay a hand on a child. He coughed twice and moved closer to the boy.

A quick glance revealed a yellow background with black lettering, and the words "Xinjin Daily" were written in the upper right corner.

A line of small print below reads, 'November 9, 1929. '

Chen Zhan understood immediately, recalling what major events had occurred that year. Warlord conflicts happened almost every year, but he couldn't remember any specific events, and it seemed that nothing earth-shattering had happened.

However, Chen Zhan confirmed one thing.

That year, Sun Lutang, the Martial Saint, was still alive.

If his lineage's patriarch were still alive, he would have the opportunity to meet this foremost grandmaster of the late Qing and early Republican periods.

He holds numerous titles, including "Tiger-Headed Young Guardian," "Martial Saint," "Martial Arts Grandmaster," and "Number One Hand Under Heaven."

He fused the three major internal martial arts styles of Xingyi, Bagua, and Taiji into one, creating his own system. Although it was still named Taiji, it was named after the highest and most supreme principles.

Therefore, Sun-style Tai Chi is not just Tai Chi, but a comprehensive practice of three styles of martial arts.

However, Sun Zu opened his doors wide and took in countless disciples. By the time it reached Chen Zhan's generation, which was the fifth generation, no one could even touch the threshold of the Martial Saint.

There are hardly any people left who actually have real skills.

Chen Zhan was not interested in Huo Dongge, but he was very curious about Master Sun's article "On the Difference Between Internal and External Schools of Boxing".

He had never read the complete version of this text, which was later altered beyond recognition, leaving only fragments in its current form.

Her gaze kept drifting towards the boy's arms.

I got a general idea of ​​what was going on.

But the boy noticed that Chen Zhan also looked disheveled, skin and bones, and was wearing a long robe and thin clothes even though it was the beginning of winter.

Isn't this going to freeze to death?

The boy assumed that Chen Zhan was also from a poor family and had a worthless life.

Feeling a sense of kinship, he said, "Hey, here's a copy for you, don't get it dirty."

He handed Chen Zhan a newspaper, which Chen Zhan gladly accepted.

Upon closer inspection, the Xinjin Daily, which prides itself on being accessible to the general public and daring to speak the truth, targets the lower and middle classes and publishes a large number of social articles and anecdotes that are of concern to ordinary people.

The front page headline was naturally Huo Dongge challenging Miyagi Nagaharu, which was triggered by Miyagi Nagaharu's public statement: "It's fortunate that Huo Yuanjia died young, otherwise he would be crushed by Japanese martial arts practitioners today and his reputation would be ruined."

Although the great hero of Tianjin has passed away for many years, his fame remains, and the Jingwu Athletic Association even opened in Tianjin a few years ago.

Huo Dongge is now in charge of important matters.

The biological father was insulted, so naturally he could not swallow his anger.

This is a major event in the martial arts world of Tianjin, and even renowned masters from the capital and Baoding Prefecture will come to witness it.

After all, the reputation of the Tianjin Hero was too great. He was very close to Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, Cheng of Bagua, and Guo of Xingyi, and was considered a junior of the three.

He even had several friendships with Sun Lutang, a grandmaster of martial arts, and they were of the same generation.

In 1909, Huo Yuanjia went south to Shanghai to challenge the British boxer O'Brien, and specially invited Sun Lutang to go with him to support him.

However, Sun Lutang predicted that O'Brien would not dare to accept the challenge.

Upon reaching the sea, it was indeed so, and Huo Yuanjia was deeply impressed.

The following is a major event in the martial arts world of Northeast China: Ma San, the first disciple of Bagua Sect Master Gong Baotian, injured his master and betrayed the sect!
Chen Zhan was also somewhat surprised when he saw this; there was actually this part of the story?

This story is also familiar.

Gong Baotian, as Li Cunyi's junior brother, and Li Cunyi are both disciples of Dong Haichuan, the founder of Bagua, and are the authentic successors of the Bagua lineage.

The reason for saying "considered" is that neither of them were personally taught martial arts by Dong Haichuan. Gong Baotian was taught by Yin Fu, while Li Cunyi mostly learned Baguazhang from Cheng Tinghua, although they were of the same generation. Gong Baotian also contributed to the founding of the Chinese Martial Arts Association.

The old ape hangs his seal and looks back!
Gong Baotian held back; otherwise, given his strength, it wouldn't be surprising if the white ape carrying the peach shattered it into dust.

But Ma San failed to grasp his master's true meaning.

This story has been adapted and circulated widely.

The newspaper subsequently published some content that was popular with the general public.

It covers a wide range of topics, including people from all walks of life, courtesans and actors, gambling den anecdotes, literature, art, and entertainment.

Finally, Sun Lutang made the final appearance.

Sun Lutang was already in his twilight years. Born in 1860, he was nearly seventy years old and had long since achieved great success, his martial arts were renowned throughout the world, and he had taken on countless disciples.

He also authored books such as "Xingyi Quan Xue", "Bagua Quan Xue", "Taiji Quan Xue", "Quan Yi Shu Zhen", and "Bagua Jian Xue".

The article "On the Difference Between Internal and External Schools of Boxing" was not published in newspapers or magazines; it was only said that it had been published recently and had not yet circulated.

But it was enough to keep Chen Zhan entertained; Master Sun's experiences were legendary enough.

"Hey buddy, give it back to me after you're done reading, I still want to sell it."

Chen Zhan looked up and saw that the boy's pockets were bulging with copper coins, with only a few newspapers left.

"Here you go, you've made quite a bit of money this morning?"

Chen Zhan handed over the newspaper.

The boy's face lit up with joy, but then his expression darkened, and he sighed, "No matter how many I sell, it'll only amount to five copper coins."

Chen Zhan nodded. With his attire, he was most likely working for someone else.

Before he could think much, the newspapers in the boy's hands were sold out. He rubbed his hands together; his arms were red from the cold. Finally, he could put down the sleeves of his tattered red coat.

He stuffed the satchel into his bosom and gripped it tightly with both hands.

These days, there are plenty of thieves among the lowest of the low; if you get half your life stolen, you'll be in serious trouble.

"Excuse me, I have to go now."

The young man was very polite, but he had no intention of helping Chen Zhan. He was a man of the world, barely able to protect himself, and had no right to help others.

Chen Zhan nodded and left. He had only taken a few steps when he heard something behind him:

"Crack~"

"You want five more copper coins? You're asking for it."

Chen Zhan turned around and saw that the boy had just left the newsstand a few meters away when he was stopped by two thugs. One of them had his hands in his sleeves and was watching the show, while the other, after beating the boy, reached into his satchel and grabbed at him.

Five finger marks were visible on the boy's cheek, white with a hint of red.

She desperately protected the satchel in her arms, but she couldn't break free from the other person.

"You promised five copper coins, you promised, are you going back on your word?"

The two men burst into laughter. "Keep your word? Have you ever seen a master or a scoundrel keep his word?

The boy was stunned and lost in thought.

The satchel was snatched away. "Give it to me!"

The boy wanted to keep going, saying, "That's hard-earned money."

The thug with his sleeves tucked in his sleeves kicked out. He was already tall, and the boy, who was only ten years old, was much shorter. He kicked without holding back, and the least he could do was fall over.

The kick missed its mark; instead, because it missed its target, the person staggered a few steps and almost fell.

"Kid, you're asking for it."

Looking up, Chen Zhan took two steps back with the boy in his arms, managing to dodge the attack.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Mind your own business!" the thug said.

"Brother, you'd better leave quickly, we can't afford to mess with them."

The boy tried to dissuade him, but at the same time he felt a sense of fear. He had acted impulsively and had no way to seek justice if he had been beaten. In this world, the police don't bother with street fights.

At that point, not only will we not have food to eat today, but if we get injured, it will be even harder for us to survive.

Chen Zhan smiled and shook his head, pulling him behind him.

(End of this chapter)