Whoever has such a thought in his heart, no matter how miraculous he imitates, will not succeed. The true practitioner is to practice the avenue in his heart from the heart and action, and it is impossible to succeed if there is any gain or loss or luck beside him.

Since you asked me about the senior of the Red Scarf Society, I happen to know, so I will tell you, and if you confirm the matter of your parents, you should have some understanding in your heart.

It's not a big deal to really talk about the secret, the senior of the Red Turban Society is indeed a practitioner. I only know a rough idea of his deeds, his real name is Chen Xiang, a very ordinary name, and a very ordinary person.

When he was very young, it was still the old calendar, working in a very prosperous city, and then I don't know what stimulated him - no one knew the specific reason, at least no one in the Red Turban Society knew, he resolutely left the bustling and advanced big city, voluntarily cut off all means of contact, everyone thought he was dead, and walked deep into the deserted northwest wasteland...... You say what he's going to do? Planting trees, he's going to make a forest with his own hands.

In the old calendar era alone, he lived alone in that border wasteland for more than ten years, from a young man to a middle-aged savage.

Later, the world changed, everything in the world was chaotic, and people in various remote places took the initiative to shrink and migrate to the center, and he became more and more distant from the human world that was undergoing earth-shaking changes, and he knew nothing about the changes in the world.

In the twenty years when the superpower dominated, he was still silently planting trees, and he was still an ordinary person, at most a relatively sturdy ordinary person who lived in the wild all the year round and kept working, at that time, he was in his fifties and nearly sixty years old. According to his vision, he was going to die of old age in the forest he had made himself.

At this time, there were finally two warriors from the human world, chasing and fleeing to the forest, the chaser was also seriously injured and was saved by Chen Xiang, who was already an old man, Chen Xiang only knew about the vicissitudes of the outside world in the past few decades, after listening, he couldn't sleep all night, sat quietly until dawn, and then crossed several realms and became a great master. There was nothing to say about what happened later, he walked out of the forest and founded the Red Turban Society in Northern Xinjiang, which flourished for a while, and finally destroyed it again. ”

After listening to the deeds of this practitioner, Mo Yuan felt very special in his heart.

A young man, in the best time of his life, left the prosperous city and walked into the uninhabited wasteland, and wanted to spend the rest of his life to build a forest;

Then he got old, but he took the initiative to leave the forest that had grown, and walked into the unrecognizable world, wanting to do something, and the final result was that his head was cut off by a sword flying from the sky.

A character who should have left a strong mark in the world, because of the deliberate forgetfulness of the times, can only appear in the words of a few people, and there are only a few words in his life, and too many secrets have become a mystery forever with his death.

Linking this person's deeds with Li Hongru's life, Mo Yuan faintly grasped a certain commonality, but if he really wanted to refine it, he felt that it was inaccurate.

However, he finally has a bottom in his heart.

Then he looked at Beiqiao with interest and asked, "How do you understand it so clearly?"

Beiqiao rolled his eyes and said very shamefully: "Don't you just want to know my connection with the Red Turban Society? ”

He thought to himself, anyway, they are all "broken", and what is there to be in front of this "nouveau riche tyrant".

"That chaser is my father, at that time, out of gratitude, he passed on a very simple set of breathing and health boxing techniques to Chen Xiang, who was already very old at that time, and Chen Xiang's predecessors also broke through to become a great martial arts master through the introduction of these two simple exercises.

My father witnessed the birth of a great grandmaster, and he was still an acquaintance, how could he let go of this opportunity, and directly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the master, and Chen Xiang's predecessors directly accepted him as a big disciple. Later, he also followed Chen Xiang's predecessors to the end of the road, at that time I was still young and rarely had contact with outsiders, so I escaped the reckoning. "Beiqiao Road.

Gao Fu of the sweat towel gang is his father's henchman, because of the disability has been raised at home, and he has been raised since he was a child, and there was Gao Fu's maneuvering during the crisis, which made him a "fish that slipped through the net" with all beards and tails, and for a while he and Gao Fu were commensurate with his father and son, and in his heart, the two had already had a father-son relationship, so for Gao Fu, he has always served him with his father.

Mo Yuan bowed his head and said, "In this way, Chen Xiang's predecessor is still your own teacher." ”

Beiqiao shook his head and said: "His old man's idea is as strange as yours, saying that he is forced to accept apprentices because he wants to promote his martial arts more widely, and he needs too many powerful people to help, so he accepts apprentices, but if the apprentices and grandchildren play so endlessly, it will eventually evolve into a situation that he doesn't like, so it is mandatory that there is no such thing as apprentices under him, and as for the apprentices who want to teach martial arts when they meet people they like, he does not add the slightest restriction, at will."

Therefore, I don't dare to call him a master, I can only call him a senior, because according to him, I have nothing to do with him directly. ...... Hey, it's so weird, I still haven't figured out what he's doing, it's more like I'm messing with myself and adding to the blockage. ”

Mo Yuan understood that Chen Xiang's predecessor better than Beiqiao, but he also felt that his approach was a bit awkward.

It's like a child saying strongly, "I don't want that rotten apple, I don't want it, I don't want it!"

And Chen Xiang's predecessor wants to promote a great master's martial arts to the people of the world like giving away cabbage for free, even if these martial arts origins are pure and clean, he did not steal, he did not rob, and he did not violate any oath, all of them came from his own enlightenment, but this still cannot change the fact that in the eyes of some people, he has become a thorn in the eye, a cancer cell, and a tumor in the world.

No wonder it was so cleanly shot.

A sword came from the sky, and the great master gave the head.

This can't help but remind him of himself, although the specific methods of the Yanhuang Sword are different, but the effect is almost the same, and the difference between lung cancer and stomach cancer must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Moreover, there is now a practitioner on his side, the Great Grandmaster, who is becoming more and more similar.

Thinking like this, he suddenly felt a little chill in his neck, and he was really afraid that one day such a sword would fly towards him.

Thinking of the old principal's warning again, I became more and more vigilant in my heart, and I didn't dare to regard it as child's play.