Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

After Chen Wen finished recounting his experiences, the teahouse fell into a deathly silence once again.

Old Zhang, Old Zhao, and the other tea drinkers who had originally come to join the fun all widened their eyes and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Previously, they thought Chen Wen was young and naive.

But I never expected that this guy had actually killed people? And apparently, quite a few?

Are young people these days really that scary?

Yan Zhendong's expression hardened.

Sure enough! I wasn't mistaken!

He had long suspected that Chen Wen was acting strangely, which is why he assumed that Chen Wen wanted to hire him to kill someone.

However, the other party vehemently denied it.

Now it's finally out in the open! This guy is incredibly bloodthirsty!

Thirteenth Aunt was completely stunned.

She initially thought Chen Wen, with her short hair and dress, was studying abroad like herself.

They were the same kind of people, the so-called "fake foreign devils" that people used to criticize, and I felt a strange sense of closeness to them.

Little did they know, the other party had been captured as a "coolie" and forced to leave the country.

Perhaps only he himself knows the hardships and horrors he endured.

Huang Feihong was also slightly taken aback.

He was different from the others; he had followed Liu Yongfu in battles and had, of course, killed people.

Furthermore, his reputation as the number one person in Foshan was not earned by drinking tea; martial arts competitions inevitably lead to deaths.

It wasn't as casual and relaxed as Chen Wen described.

However, he finally understood one thing.

No wonder I'd never heard of Jeet Kune Do before; it turns out this martial art is relatively new and was even founded overseas.

They were able to train Chen Wen to have such skills.

The "Brother Long" who founded this path must have been an extraordinary master.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of respect, but even more so, a deep sense of emotion.

Huang Feihong sighed softly, and his gaze towards Chen Wen once more held a hint of sympathy:

"So there was such a twist in the story... Master Chen, you've suffered so much."

"It's good that you're back. Foreign countries are not good places. It's always a good thing to be back in our own place."

"You're home."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Regardless of whether things were good or bad abroad, Chen Wen was now home.

"go home?"

Chen Wen couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this.

His gaze swept over the pig tails and finally landed on Wong Fei-hung's face, where he shook his head vigorously.

"My homeland is no longer a home, and I have a home but no home."

After these words were spoken, the teahouse fell silent once more.

Zhang Weng, Lao Zhao, and the others looked at each other, their faces mostly blank.

This sounds very formal, what does it mean?

They spent most of their lives in Foshan, but when foreigners came, the world became chaotic, and they felt stifled and their lives became difficult.

Chen Wen was taken away as a piglet, but hasn't he come back now?

Does that mean you didn't return to your hometown? So you didn't go home?

But this is China, their country, so why is it considered "non-national"?

They couldn't understand what he was saying; they just found his words strange and even more unpredictable.

Yan Zhendong was startled and suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Chen Wen.

The muscles in his face twitched violently a few times, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

But he immediately realized he had lost his composure and quickly lowered his head to hide the expression on his face.

"My homeland is no longer a home, I have a home but no home..."

Huang Feihong frowned, carefully pondering the eight words, but he didn't quite understand them.

He could tell that Chen Wen seemed to be in great grief as he said this, but it was truly incomprehensible.

Chen Wen didn't explain further, but directly clasped his hands in a fist salute to everyone and said:

"Gentlemen, I must take my leave now. Let's have tea together again another time."

Everyone else, including Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhao, hurriedly returned the greeting with clasped hands, their attitude much more reserved than before.

No matter what the circumstances, this person seems to be hiding too many secrets.

It's best to minimize contact.

"Master Chen, it's fate that we meet again!" Wong Fei-hung quickly returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute.

Aunt Thirteen, however, raised her hand and waved it.

Goodbye, Chen Wen!

Chen Wen smiled and nodded, then walked straight out of the teahouse.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhendong quickly followed.

The two walked out of the bustling teahouse one after the other and came to the slightly deserted street.

The afternoon sun shone through the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the wet stone path.

I walked a dozen or so steps.

Yan Zhendong finally couldn't hold back any longer, lowered his voice, and asked in a heavy tone:

"What you said in the teahouse... was it all true?"

Chen Wen didn't stop walking; he simply nodded.

"Um."

A ruthless glint flashed across Yan Zhendong's face as he forced out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Damn those foreign devils!"

"If you want to kill those foreign devils, I'll risk my life for you!"

Chen Wen suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Yan Zhendong again, and gently shook his head:

"It's not just those foreign devils who deserve to die... and how many can you possibly kill with just your bare hands?"

Yan Zhendong was taken aback, paused slightly, and looked at Chen Wen:

"So, are we just going to stand by and watch?"

"Watching? Of course not." Chen Wen laughed, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"Just follow my instructions, you don't need to think about anything else."

Yan Zhendong looked at Chen Wen, and finally nodded emphatically, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"I understand! I'll do as you command!"

"Okay." Chen Wen stopped wasting time and said directly, "Now, go and do a few things."

……

I came out of the teahouse.

Huang Feihong accompanied Aunt Thirteen all the way back to Po Chi Lam.

Neither of them spoke much, and the noise of the bustling street seemed to be separated by a layer.

Huang Feihong frowned slightly, clearly still thinking about what had happened in the teahouse earlier.

Aunt Thirteen would occasionally glance at him, wanting to say something, but not knowing where to begin.

As soon as I entered the gate of Po Chi Lam, I heard a shout coming from inside:

"Master! Aunt Thirteen! You're back!"

Ling Yunkai strode out of the house to greet him, a happy smile on his face.

"Someone just told me that Aunt Thirteen is back, and I didn't believe it. I didn't expect you to really be back!"

"Oh, right, Senior Brother Shirong just had a top-quality pork hind leg delivered. He said it was freshly slaughtered today, and the meat is especially fresh. Aunt Thirteen is back just in time, so I'll cook some nice dishes to celebrate!"

Thirteen Aunt knew that Ling Yunkai was one of Huang Feihong's disciples.

"Kai, you don't need to go to such trouble. I'm here home, not as a guest."

Ling Yunkai quickly shook his head.

"No trouble at all! We need to have a welcome feast when we get home!" Ling Yunkai said with a smile as he walked toward the kitchen.

At this time.

Toothpick Su also peeked out from behind the medicine cabinet, wearing round glasses and speaking haltingly:

"Master, Aunt Thirteen, you're back! I'm going to help my senior brother."

"Ah Su, wait a moment." Wong Fei-hung called out to him, then glanced at Aunt Thirteen, "You... all come with me to the inner hall for a moment."

Toothpick Su and Aunt Thirteen exchanged a glance, both somewhat puzzled, but still followed Wong Fei-hung into the inner hall.

Wong Fei-hung sat down in a chair and gestured for them to sit as well.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Aunt Thirteen and Toothbrush Su, and asked seriously:

"Shaoyun, Asu, you... have both been abroad and lived overseas. Tell me, what's it like abroad...?"

Thirteen Aunt was taken aback when she heard Huang Feihong ask this question.

Toothpick Su pushed up his glasses, looking a little confused.

Huang Feihong added, his voice lower:

"Especially... about 'coolies'. What Chen Wen said... is it really true?"