At that time, he was the dean of the college, and Ip Man, the first generation of martial arts, was full of joy and sunrise.

"That's right! Your strength is [Martial Arts]! Your strength is very good! There must be something that only we can do![Martial Arts] is ...... [Martial Artists] is ........................"

He had a vibrant face.

"Something that exists to protect the weak, to make everyone happy!"

"So!"

"In order to build a better ...... than the present, without war and without sorrow An orderly world! In order to establish a kingdom of martial artists! For now, let us unite ............."

Now, war and sorrow are all over Penglai.

And the order ............ It is also completely absent from the Fifth Permit Area.

Ye Chou thought about it.

Whether they were forced to fight for their ideals or for the sake of the [non-martial artist] king, it made no difference to the victims who lost their lives in the war.

They're all dead.

And ............ for themselves

Even if you knowingly do so...... Or let the compatriots wave their fists...... Sprinkled with blood............

So why?

(I...... What I want to protect...... Be...... ）

In my mind, the wars of the past overlapped with the present.

What hasn't changed is just the constant death of the warriors............

Ye Chou almost fell into the darkness, but was awakened by a voice in time.

"Martial Artist !!"

When he came back to his senses, Ye Chou, who had already walked down the stairs, appeared in front of the people of the fifth district, who were kneeling neatly.

They trembled and prostrate on the ground, and did not dare to lift their heads.

"Martial artist...... Be merciful...... Help us......"

Tick, tick, tears soaked the ground.

"Please order...... Let's reduce the amount of spiritual power collected in the Fifth Permit District............"

The crowd gradually surrounded Ye Chou, and in his ears, there were complaints of powerlessness and inaction.

"We've also heard that there's a war out there, and that's why we need a lot of spiritual power...... I also know that this is also considered to be restrained and frugal now, but ...... We've reached our limits!"

The crowd gathered together, as if it was no longer human, but something else.

"Please have mercy on our frail companions who are dying one after another!!Please think more about us!"

Some of the soldiers guarding the Fifth Permit Zone couldn't stand it.

They hurriedly tried to evacuate the crowd and rushed to Wuzun Ye Chou's side. He aimed the weapon in his hand at his own people.

"You...... You guys, don't you...... Don't you have the consciousness to sacrifice your life for the country?"

"The soldiers and martial artists outside are fighting to the death to protect you!

The words of one or two soldiers were completely incapable of calming the already frantic crowd.

"Even if you say so!!!"

The son of the district chief who had a scar on his face was holding his dying woman in his arms.

"In exchange for the freedom of the outside world, we only live a good life as long as we produce spiritual power here, isn't it? Isn't this up to you? Let the martial artists figure out how to do things outside!"

"That's it! It's up to the martial artist to figure it out! You want to!!"

irresponsible and without regard for what others say.

What is it that makes these sentient beings, with their ambitions and their desire for life, so desane?

Where does their anger and unreasonable grievances come from?

Is it human nature, is it laziness, is it the environment?

Or is it ...... Is Penglai's way of governing the country?

"Yes...... In order to put us [non-martial artists] on the right path, to protect us, to make us happy, you [martial artists] exist, right?

"That's right!"

"That's it!"

"Hurry up and figure it out!"

"Let the martial artists figure it all out!"

The voices of the crowd grew noisier.

But Ye Chou listened to everything in his mind.

He wanted to find out...... The solution to the problem also gives Jianming a ...... Hand over.

The voice of an elderly woman.

"Please save us, Martial Artist!"

The voice of a young mother.

"Give me back my son!

The soldiers desperately defended their voices.

"Shut up! Martial artists are also working hard!"

The voices of the crowd in the plural.

"Please save us, Martial Artist......"

"Please save us, Martial Artist......"

After that.

Ye Chou only heard this sentence in his mind......

"Master Martial Artist. ”

At first, what came to mind were the bureaucratic aristocrats of the coming era.

Only when they are flattering, will they call out the [martial artist] lord.

"Master Martial Artist. ”

"Master Martial Artist. ”

"Master Martial Artist. ”

And later, what comes to mind is the people in the riots.

They will also shout......

"Master Martial Artist. ”

......！

The once ugly faces of the people overlapped with the people of the Fifth Permit in front of them.

Almost identical.

Only when there is a request for [Martial Artist].

They will be pretended to be respectful............

What is it?

What makes people look like this?

Meanly, greedy, lewd, shameless.

What makes them look inferior to pigs and dogs?

Is it your own weakness?

Or is it the meanness of human nature?

Ye Chou was inevitably a little uneasy.

But he gradually realized that there are people in this world who are not so ugly.

"Master Martial Artist. ”

"Master Martial Artist. ”

"Master Martial Artist. ”

Be............ In Ip Man's memories, in an era that has not yet been destroyed......

The people who were helped would kneel down and pray to the martial artist as a god.

They will be full of joy and smiles.

They will worship martial arts and will praise martial arts.

It will also praise those martial artists who use martial arts to help others and have a noble character......

With the help of martial arts, their weeping turned into smiles.

And seeing their smiles, the martial artists were equally happy......

This........................ Isn't that what it is..................

"Martial artist!"

"Martial artist!"

"That...... Martial artist ............"

Ye Chou came back to his senses.

Below me, a dirty little girl was tugging at the corner of her clothes............

Looking at the little girl with a sad face, a drop of cold sweat was left on his head.

Then Ye Chou's body began to tremble, and his hands gradually clenched into fists.

He understood.

He has always respected the master, the modern martial artist Ip Man. He was wrong.

He understood. He understood.

Reminiscing about the past.

Wu Neng heard that the world was helped, and the people were smiling together.

Sigh now............

Martial arts will never regret it for a hundred years. Heinous...... Yes, people, hearts.

Ye Chou stopped trembling.

As the absolute king, he leaned down. Embrace the dirty girl in your arms.

Then, he shook his head and gritted his teeth, already understanding what was wrong.

And now, he must not repeat the mistakes of the past and perpetuate that mistake!!

The martial artists of those days gained status and the respect they deserved.

But today's Penglai people ............ It's the martial artists who were oppressed back then!!

"The incense of hatred must not be allowed to continue, and the shackles that bind us must be cut here!!"

After speaking, he let go of the girl in his arms and waved his big hand.

"Soldiers, listen to my orders! Now, immediately, immediately cut off all circuits that extract spiritual power from the Fifth Permit Zone!!"

After shouting, he turned around and left, running up the stairs with great speed.

The soldiers who remained were shocked.

"That'...... That...... That would say something like that?"

"So what are we going to do? ............ Such a wayward ......"

..................

Running and running, Ye Chou gradually left the dark underground and looked at the light in Penglai.

And behind him, there are countless passions and future lights.

"Thank you!!"

"Thank you, Martial Artist, !!"

"Thank you so much for saving us, martial artist...... Adult !!!"

No need to look back, no need to look at the dim underground.

Presumably, whether it is men, women and children, or babies, women and children, they are all smiling together.

Running and running, Ye Chou's heart also welled up with joy.

The sorrows of the past are swept away.

recalled the conversation he had with Ip Man when he was young.

The moon was thick that night, just like this night.

'Master, what are we martial artists made of?'

Ye Man took Ye Chou's hand and gave a completely different wrong answer from the one he gave to his daughter at that time.

'That's for ............'

'What I want to protect......

'Only martial artists. ’

Ye Chou was overjoyed, as if he had broken through the limit of martial arts.

(Master, you are wrong!) And now, I have completely surpassed you!I have ...... Got it!)

"What I want to protect.................."

"It's all human !!!!"

The golden spiritual power bird flew at the door of the fifth permission area, refusing to disperse for a long time..................

Meanwhile.

It wasn't a reassuring night.

Tomorrow, that calamity will befall Penglai and destroy everything that is cherished by the people.

Jianming and Chen Shihu stayed in the academy like that, continuing to discuss tomorrow's affairs.

But there are corpses all over the field, but there is no trace of autumn cicadas.

Chen Shihu was a little sullen about this, thinking about the days when he got along with him, whether it was the fifth district or the embarrassment, he was involved in it.

Jianming saw through Chen Shihu's thoughts.

He also thought, he was also thinking about the autumn cicada.

I don't know if the autumn cicada is much better in today's battle......

But now............

"Chen Shihu, you can forgive Qiu Cicada, he can only live for another year at most, and now he ...... In order to accept this fact, every effort has been exhausted. ”

Worried, Jianming is also not optimistic about the current situation.