Hearing Shanhe say that the reason for winning was not because he was strong, but because Feng Shao was too weak, Luo Han hurriedly squeezed out a sour smile and said in a round on the side:

"Brother Sanke, Brother Feng Shao may be a little weaker in your eyes, but among our secular disciples, he is already quite powerful, you may be a little ...... when you say that."

didn't wait for Luo Han to finish speaking, he saw Shanhe directly raise his hand and interrupted:

"Master Luo, I know that you want to protect the face of Brother Feng and everyone, and I admire this. However, some things are more important than face!" Then, I heard Shanhe say seriously:

"The immortal pile just now is a basic move in the Nangong Gate, and everyone in the disciples of the ancients can do it. But obviously, Brother Feng Shao is not very familiar with this move, and he doesn't know how to resist it, so he loses to me, how can I be considered strong? In addition, in the course of the fight, my actions were abnormal and obviously deceitful, but Brother Feng fell into a trap because of his lack of combat experience, who do you say is to blame for this? If he has rich combat experience, how can he make such a low-level mistake? Therefore, it may not be easy for me to say this, but this is the truth: any ancient disciple can kill him in an instant! He really ...... Oh no, I should say yes, you guys...... It's really too weak!"

When Shanhe changed the subject from "he" to "you", the atmosphere in the venue immediately became tense.

Many members of the group showed their anger, gritting their teeth one by one, and there was a taste of daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

And Shanhe acted as if he hadn't seen anything, still standing in front of the stage, and continued with an expression of hatred that iron is not steel:

"I don't know what you're going up to, but I can tell you clearly that I came up to do one thing: to be stronger! I want to be stronger, because only if I am strong enough, I can better protect the important people around me. I really don't want to lose important friends and loved ones because of my weakness......"

Speaking of this, Shanhe not only thought of his senior sister, but also remembered his late master and Bai Shuai who sacrificed to save himself, and a touch of sadness crossed his face.

But these did not affect Shanhe's train of thought, and it didn't take long to see him raise his head again and preach to everyone:

"So, I want you to think about what you're doing up the hill for, and if you're here to mess around, then I don't have anything to say, it's all because I'm farting. But as long as you have a little ambition and a little bit of ideal, please call it out! Wouldn't it be good for us to work hard together?"

At this point, many members of the audience were no longer as angry as they were just now, and lowered their heads to think about something. Seeing this scene, the mountains and rivers immediately hit the railway while it was hot:

"You should all come from secular families under the mountain, and everyone should have high hopes for being sent up the mountain by the family. Your family has spent so much money and strength to send everyone to Nangong Gate, in addition to hoping that you can be safe and healthy, there should be other expectations, right? Even if it is not for ourselves, for the sake of the family members who have worked hard, shouldn't we give them something in return? Is it because they have been on the mountain for too long, so they have forgotten their words and ambitions at the bottom of the mountain?"

After saying so many great truths in one breath, Shanhe was also full of praise for his super-level performance today! But in order not to let go of the inspiration in his mind, after a short break of two seconds, he saw him speak again:

"I believe that when you first go up the mountain, everyone has a dream. Some people want to become martial arts masters, some people want to be chivalrous, some people come to protect important people, and some people want to glorify their ancestors. However, when your dreams encounter a cruel reality, you all raise the white flag and become a group of walking corpses who have given up their ideals, are willing to degenerate, and do not seek progress! Whenever someone talks about this, you will only complain about the injustice in the cultivation world and the partiality of the sect, but you forget to ask yourself—are we really working hard enough?"

Seeing that some people in the audience sighed and some people were ashamed, Shanhe knew that his words had played a role. Seeing this, he hurriedly licked his dry lips and continued to preach:

"As the saying goes, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Everyone heard the martial arts competition that Senior Brother Wei just talked about. Some people may think that it is just a sad tragedy, but in my opinion, it is the best case of missing the opportunity to turn around because of weakness. The head of the sect was able to arrange that competition that was beneficial to the newcomer in all aspects, and there was no need to guess that he must have spent a lot of effort convincing many elders. But in the end, we lost 0-10. Alas, if I were the leader, most of the time I would be cold. There's an old saying that 'mud can't hold up the wall,' isn't that just us? Even if the head of the family comes forward to help us improve our status in the faction, we just don't want to work hard. Who is to blame for the current result?"

After a sigh, he felt that his great truth had been almost explained, and Shanhe gradually led the topic back to his focus today:

"If you want to be saved by the heavens, you must first save yourself! Just now I asked you how long you practice every day, and I thought it would be at least five hours or more. But what I didn't expect was that the maximum was only five hours, and the minimum was only one or two hours. With such a level of effort, it is not at all comparable to that of the disciples of the ancients! My junior sister Nangong Qing, although she is respected as a young master, she insists on cultivating for ten hours a day. In this way, she was often reprimanded by the master, saying that she was not working hard enough, and she had to learn more from her senior brother Zhiyun, and strive to practice for more than twelve hours a day. Compared with us, the gap is self-evident. Therefore, if we continue to be lazy like this, we will only get bigger and bigger from the disciples of the ancients. Even if the sect will improve the treatment of our newcomers in the future, it will be out of charity and mercy, not respect! Please imagine that if the person who fell to the ground in the battle just now was me, would you still listen to me talk nonsense here, as you do now? Respect is not given by others, but needs to be earned by yourself!"

In the process of Shanhe's speech, Feng Shao had actually woken up a long time ago.

After personally experiencing the strength of his opponent, his mentality at the moment was very different from just now, and he no longer had the intention of provocation, but sat by the wall and listened carefully to Shanhe's words.

After a short period of silence, Luo Han was the first to stand up and responded with a guilty face:

"Alas, Brother Sanke is right! Over the years, we have indeed been too lazy. Although the days of self-deception were comfortable, my heart was never truly steady. Thank you Brother Sanke for speaking out today about the fact that I don't dare and don't want to face, I ...... I know what to do in the future!"

(End of chapter)