Under one person: one person to go
Many years later, Zhang Chulan, who won the championship of the Longhu Mountain Luotian Dajiao Competition, knelt in front of his master Zhang Zhiwei, and did not immediately put forward the request for his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, but asked Zhang Zhiwei a question.
"Master, I heard grandpa say that in fact, he should have received this heavenly master for you, master, but why did you still ask the master to pass on your heavenly master?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Chulan in front of him, stroking his long beard, but his memory returned to many years ago, the old man who fought with him on the 80th birthday of the old lady of the Lu family.
"Zhang Zhiwei, I never believe that you are the best in the world." Zhang Zhiwei smiled.
"Chu Lan, many years ago, Master I also asked a friend a question like yours, and my old man gave me the answer, which is also the answer that Master gave you. It's nothing more than seven words, and the hatred of the country and the family is difficult to settle.
"The deceased? Master's deceased? Does Grandpa know each other?
"How could Huaiyi not know him, but he couldn't get over it, so he chose to go down the mountain."
"Master, can you tell me the story of this old man?"
"Okay, it's been a long night, and the master will talk to you, a young man, back then."