"But I heard what you said about martial arts. What's going on?"
Xiang Tian did not choose to hide Lin Xiyan's curiosity.
"Wulin, in a sense, is the collective name for the Jianghu people in the TV series."
"China has been inherited for thousands of years and has countless sects and religions, called Wulin for short."
"Then... why are they not allowed to join the world?"
"Restrictions." Xiang Tian simply replied.
"They devote themselves to cultivation and stay in seclusion, which also leads to many people's old and conservative thoughts, and many concepts cannot keep up with the rhythm of the times."
Lin Xiyan said: "Didn't the country send people to negotiate with Wulin?"
Xiang Tian had a headache and said, "Of course."
"You also know that today is a legal society. The chivalrous style of Wulin in the past cannot be applied to the present."
"Because these people have grown up in their own territory all year round, many old stubborn preachers are useless, and the disciples who have passed down the inheritance are naturally affected by subtle influences."
"At first, the country wanted to get rid of these sects' styles, but these are the wealth passed down by our ancestors. How can we really let them be lost."
"With no choice but to do so, the country had to reach a consensus with them not to use their fists and kicks in front of ordinary people and expose the existence of martial arts."
"Blinally suppressing will only be counterproductive. I'm afraid the martial arts has already reached a critical point, waiting for an opportunity to explode their emotions." Lin Xiyan was very smart, and his ability to guess people's hearts surprised even Xiang Tian.
He sighed: "So, hidden dangers also arise. There are always people with ulterior motives who will use the power of martial arts people to harm society."
"Many martial arts people also took the opportunity to infiltrate and live in society, hiding themselves while doing things that benefit themselves at the expense of others."
The silent volcano will eventually erupt.
I'm afraid they only have countless grievances to repay for the freedom they owe.
Confused, at a loss.
The atmosphere has become like this, is the existence of martial arts really necessary?
Perhaps, no one has any expectations anymore.
Late at night.
Mr. Long stood in front of the window sill, always feeling uneasy and falling into insomnia.
"Tell me, am I really old?"
The middle-aged man behind him said softly: "Master, you are tired."
Mr. Long laughed: "You, you, can't lie to me to make me happy."
The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile: "You have many flatterers around you."
"But there is a lack of loyal people like you."
Loyalty has been hard to find since ancient times, and Mr. Long doesn't know who he should really trust around him. He is deeply afraid that one night, he will fall asleep and not wake up.
After so many years, if it weren't for this old friend, I'm afraid he would have been buried in the soil long ago.
"Thank you, sir."
Recalling Zhou Shaojie's inexplicable visit to him this morning to discuss cooperation in the name of the Zhou family.
Zhou Shaojie said viciously: "Master Long, I wonder if you can lend me some people."
Master Long glanced at him unexpectedly and asked casually, but the other party said a name, which shocked him.
"Toward the sky."
So he issued an eviction order.
This young man has always been lingering in his mind and has become a knot in his heart.
He still remembers Fu Bo's death, but...
"Master, are you still talking about what happened in the morning?" The intermediary seemed to know what Master Long was thinking and said it.
"You are still innocent. After living in trouble for most of your life, it's hard to swallow that breath." Mr. Long sighed.
Mysterious, so mysterious.
No matter how he inquired about Xiang Tian's identity, it was as silent as a stone sinking into the sea.
At his age, he just wants to have a stable old age, retire honestly, and die in peace is the meaning of the rest of his life.
But, do you really want to risk it all to fight with that young man?
Is it worth it?
After a long while, the middle-aged man's face turned serious: "If you can't swallow it, spit it out."
"Forget it, forget it." Mr. Long shook his head.
boom!
Suddenly, the door was kicked open and several of his subordinates flew in.
"Xiangtian! What do you mean by breaking into my house at night?"
Having just put aside the grudges in his heart, Mr. Long became angry again and became furious.
"I haven't visited for a long time. Come over and see if Mr. Long is okay."
Xiang Tian looked at him with a smile, and finally his eyes fell on the middle-aged man beside Mr. Long.
"Two moves? Otherwise you won't be convinced."
After saying that, he didn't forget to hook his hand.
As expected, Lord Long did not stop him this time.
Now that the attack has reached my own home, how can I swallow this breath!
"beat!"
As Mr. Long shouted, the middle-aged man took action decisively. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he jumped in front of Xiang Tian in the blink of an eye.
