Mo Wen traveled south and north in the Central Plains in his early years, but he never achieved his ambition, so he and his wife came to this Ping'an county more than 20 years ago to seek development. In his early years, Mo Wen was not as poor and low-key as he is now, because he was not alone at that time, and it was his own brother who traveled with him, inexplicably.

The Mo brothers set up a signboard at the entrance of the hall the day before the lion dance conference, and they became a blockbuster the next day. Since then, he has not been afraid to deal with the challenges of various martial arts halls, and he has won more and lost less, and soon became the leader of the county martial arts hall.

After three consecutive conferences, the Mo family brothers have won the top spot with their outstanding martial arts, the façade of the martial arts hall is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more disciples who come to admire it, and at the most glorious time, there are twelve heads in the martial arts hall, more than 300 apprentices, entrenched in the golden location of the county center, which is eye-catching.

The golden lion's head of the brass cast in the hall was covered with a layer of ash.

Just when the two brothers of the Mo family were working hard in the county, an accident happened.

Two years before Xiao Yan was rescued, it was another year of the Spring Festival, and the golden and red banner of the Mojia Martial Arts Hall was erected on the venue early. According to the rules, the owner of the pavilion is not allowed to participate, and the position of the owner of the Mo family brothers is shared, so they are used to taking turns to participate in the competition.

The participants that day were Mo Wen's younger brother Mo Ming, Mo Wen's son Mo Xin, and their most optimistic apprentice Chen Asan.

The game was as smooth as ever, the three members of the Mo family passed all the way, and they saw that they were about to defend the golden lion again, but they never thought that at the last level, it was also Mo Wen's most reassuring that there was a problem in the martial arts duel link.

Inexplicable and Mosin are like being evil, tied up in the ring, and they are not half heroic at all. In the face of the attack of others, there is no power to parry. According to the rules of the conference, only one side surrenders and admits defeat, or rolls out of the ring.

Inexplicable and Mosin did not shout to admit defeat and did not have a chance to leave the ring.

The result of the game was that Mo Wen watched his son being beaten to death in the ring, and his younger brother was inexplicably beaten to the point that he was dying and rolled off the ring, and died soon after being carried home.

Such a thunderbolt on a sunny day was devastating to the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion. Mo Wen, who lost his siblings and beloved son, was in a trance, and the rest of the martial arts hall took the opportunity to challenge, and Mo Wen, who had no intention of fighting, was defeated again and again, and the prestige of the Mo family martial arts hall was greatly reduced, which directly led to the number of apprentices being small and small, and the martial arts hall gradually became unable to make ends meet, and the sect leaders scattered one after another. In order to repay the debt, Yang Yuqin had to sell his property again and again, and later he couldn't even keep the façade of the martial arts hall, and now he has purchased this slap land place in the suburbs of the city, relying on the pitiful dozen disciples to grind their lives without food.

Now, although Mo Wen has almost struggled out of the haze of losing his loved ones, and has earned back a little face for the martial arts hall with his hands, the Mo family martial arts hall has never participated in the lion dance conference again, allowing himself to be drawn a large amount of dividends every year.

“...... That is a nightmare that your master will never get away with in his life, so do you understand now?" Yang Yuqin looked at her husband's back distressedly, "Don't mention participating in any lion dance tournaments in the future, alas." ”

"But, Master, I... I don't understand," Xiao Yan stammered a little nervously, "Uncle and Senior Brother are so powerful, why did they lose like that day?"

"This ......" Yang Yuqin looked a little embarrassed, and looked like she wanted to speak and stopped.

"I'll tell you!" Mo Wen turned around suddenly, "The two of them were drugged that day!"

"Next...... Medicine?" Xiao Yan was stunned.

Yang Yuqin covered her face in pain and cried in a low voice.

Mo Wendi's eyes were also a little red: "That's right! That day, they were in excellent spirits and strength, but they began to get dizzy when they were close to the duel! Your uncle only thought that he was a little tired, and insisted on going up, I ...... I should have stopped them!"

"As a result, after a few moves in the ring, the medicinal properties will volatilize along with the tendons and veins as soon as they move! The two of them still had the upper hand at the beginning, but when they got back, they couldn't even parry!"

"I watched him roll over the edge of the ring, and I was ...... I could reach out and touch his face - I yelled at him and asked him what was wrong, and he looked at me, and I still remember that look, frightened and helpless. It wasn't until later that I realized that he wanted to roll under the ring, but was dragged back. Then the gang rushed over and dragged me back, and I missed the only chance to save them......"

"I watched them slump in the ring, beaten with punches and punches, their flesh and blood blurred, their faces distorted, and the fists beating my heart! I yelled at them to admit defeat, but when they opened their mouths, they didn't even have the strength to speak!"

"I begged them to stop the game, saying that we admit defeat and admit defeat, but those people, one by one, look at each other!" Mo Wen's voice became more and more angry, and his eyes were red like a hysterical beast: "It's so indifferent!

The little sister was frightened and cried by this situation, and her mother gently took her in her arms and carried her to the back room.

"It wasn't until the blood of my brother and son stained the whole ring red! But ......" Mo Wen was extremely grief-stricken, and slowly squatted down, tears on his vicissitudes of life.

"Yes...... Be...... Who did it!" Xiao Yan was infected by emotion and choked up.

Mo Wen didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, his emotions gradually calmed down. He looked at Xiao Yan and showed a miserable smile: "Xiao Yan, Master, I have lived for almost fifty years, and it can be said that I have achieved nothing, and the only thing I have learned is only one, that is, the way of the world!"

"The world... "Xiao Yan muttered and repeated.

"When you go to the rivers and lakes in the future, the sooner you understand this, the sooner you will be less guilty! In this world, the most beautiful thing is human nature, and the dirtiest, rancid, dirty, and most invisible, it is precisely human nature! It is very difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and there are many false and true things like friends. Those people are ostensibly complimenting you for helping you, but most of them are actually looking for an opportunity to squeeze you out......"

"In addition, you have to remember! Min, don't fight with officials, and strong dragons don't suppress the head snake! Your master and I were proud of our ability when we came here in the early days, and offended many people, and in the end, the people and officials united to rectify my Mo family! So——"

Mo Wen took a deep breath and sighed, "Master, my current pursuit is to live in peace." To be a man, you must understand the world, to become sleek, some things can be endured, you can endure it, you can live in the world without fighting, the world is like this, the first thing is to protect yourself, and there is nothing to ..... if you are plain."

Who knows, Xiao Yan, who had been listening quietly, suddenly shook his head: "Master, perhaps, you are right, but I can't agree with your idea!"

"Huh?" Mo Wen was stunned, this was the first time Xiao Yan had contradicted himself in six years.

"Master, you said that you have to be tactful and agree, I can't agree with this," Xiao Yan's expression was very serious, "Maybe it can be a lot easier to live like that, but it's not what I want!"

Mo Wen looked at Xiao Yan and motioned for him to continue.

"Master, this world is indeed very dark, the weak eat the strong, and everyone wants to swallow anyone for fame and fortune. But there are also those noble people, isn't it? Isn't this monotonous, dark world that everyone talks about because of the presence of these people?"

"You always teach us those who practice martial arts, and cultivate martial arts before cultivating virtue, is this precisely because we have a lot of ability that is much better than ordinary people? Doesn't having this ability mean that we should do something for this river and lake?"

"You made me swallow my anger when I was in trouble, and I first considered Mingzhe to protect my life. But if everyone swallows their anger and thinks about themselves first, who will do those chivalrous acts of drawing swords to help each other when the road is uneven? In the mouth of the storyteller, those heroes who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the country, for the rivers and lakes, and for their confidants in exchange for righteousness, are their blood shed in vain? They are also contributing to making this rivers and lakes no longer so indifferent!"

"I also want to be the kind of person who sheds blood and tears for morality, maybe I will endure it, and I will be reluctant, but I swear, I will never do these things because I am worried about my own safety! I want to be the kind of person who laughs and cries when I want to cry, I would rather be scarred in the sun than be a small person who hides behind a mask intact and survives! Master, I believe that I am not the first, nor will I be the last! Since someone has to be a hero, why can't it be me?"

Mo Wen was stunned, he looked at Xiao Yan's eyes, they were so firm and upright.

It's like seeing the self that hasn't "died" twenty years ago. At that time, he was also like this, high-spirited, and drew swords everywhere to help fight unevenly. As long as others are in difficulty, even strangers who have never met are willing to help, and dare to pull the pigtails of the official master above the court and not let go.

But what did he get? Mo Wen smiled bitterly, what did he end up with when he had done so many chivalrous deeds? What did those people he helped help him when he was in trouble?

The so-called chivalry is just bullshit that others use to be lazy!

He snorted coldly, and just wanted to refute, but the image that flashed in his mind made him stunned again.

Did it really not help anything?

Mo Wen remembered that his current dozen disciples were somewhat disgusted with their own martial arts hall, but why did their parents never let them leave here?

He remembered that winter when the rice jar was empty, and that thin old farmer who suddenly visited and brought pork and radish and cabbage.

He remembered that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he rowed a large piece of fine fabric for his wife but insisted on not charging the money.

and the old anglers whose names he couldn't remember, who sent a few fresh fish and live shrimp from time to time, the poor painters who gave paintings to his house during the New Year's holidays, and the lame woman who always invited her little daughter to eat sugar gourds......

Some of the rewards and kindnesses are so small that they are almost imperceptible. It's not because they're stingy, it's because their abilities, the kindness they can give, is limited to that.

Everyone actually works hard and wants to live a kind and frank life. But after experiencing the wind and rain of life, many people have changed their original intentions.

But there are also people who are struggling to support themselves in the wind and rain, and the small flame swaying in their chests has not yet been extinguished.

We all have the ability to be any kind of person, and it matters how you choose.

Mo Wen was silent because he had surrendered, and he had a powerful demon in his heart that nightmarish encounter, which made him cringe and terrified him. His eyes were stinged by the blazing flames in front of him, and he began to tremble because he couldn't look directly.

"So, Master, you believe me, I will definitely be able to fight for our martial arts hall, I won't lose to them!" Xiao Yan's voice was calm and firm, with irresistible convincing.

"No, no, no...... You don't understand, you don't understand......" Mo Wen hugged his head in pain and slowly squatted down.