In the end, the disciples of Pengliang Martial Arts School did not thank Jason personally.

It's not that I changed my mind.

But he didn't squeeze into the crowd.

Li and Zhao died on the ring. Their disciples who had invaded the house gathered around them, their faces uncertain, but the ordinary disciples all crowded into the back alley of Martial Arts Street.

"Master Mu, I want to enter the Mu-style martial arts gym!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

…

One voice after another made the disciple of Peng Liang Martial Arts School freeze on the spot.

He seemed to have seen what his martial arts school looked like in its heyday.

However, instinctively, he remembered the previous scene.

'You go ahead and represent Peng Liang Martial Arts School.'

'But senior brother, I...'

'It's everyone's decision.'

'But I...'

'Are you greedy for life and afraid of death?'

'Are you in vain for your kindness to Master?'

The words echoed in my ears.

This disciple looked bitter.

That's right.

He was forced.

It's just a matter of rushing the ducks to the shelves.

The senior brothers who had been with Master for a long time collectively approved the proposal for him to fight on behalf of Pengliang Martial Arts School, and he himself was the last one to know.

He also wanted to object to this.

But it was of no use at all.

This is the decision of all senior brothers.

And him?

He was just a disciple who originally worked in a martial arts gym, but his master discovered that he had good talents and accepted him as an exceptional disciple.

In terms of qualifications, he was born a dwarf.

In terms of martial arts, he is the worst among all the brothers.

'What do I do next?'

Staring blankly at the noisy and lively scene in front of him, the disciple was at a loss as to what to do.

"Do you know what Jianghu is?"

Suddenly a low voice sounded from my ears.

The disciple immediately looked left and right.

"I asked you, do you know what Jianghu is?"

Nothing was seen, but the voice sounded again.

"have no idea."

The disciple answered honestly.

"Then what do you want to know? Do you want a gold and iron horse? Do you want a beautiful woman in your arms? Do you want gold and silver jewelry? Do you want magical secrets? These are all in the world, they are all there."

The voice spoke with a hint of bewitchment.

"In no mood."

The young disciple shook his head and said with great certainty.

Then, this young disciple seemed to have found his long-held goal.

He answered like this——

"I just want to go back to the countryside, be a farmer, have two acres of thin farmland, live in a thatched house with a mountain spring flowing, and live a life of sunrise and sunset. This is what I have always wanted!"

"Thank you for the reminder!"

"I finally know what I want to do!"

After this disciple sincerely thanked him, he turned around and walked out of the 'mountain city'.

He is going home.

The county seat is not suitable for him, he is still from the countryside.

A golden horse? A beautiful woman in your arms? Gold and silver jewelry? Secrets of magical skills?

He thought about it.

Not just once.

Especially when the master was trapped behind the wall, it reached an extreme.

However, as his master disappeared, he was pushed into the ring again.

Everything has faded.

Everything is not as good as the original possession.

'I'm sorry, Master.'

'Goodbye, Master.'

'I'm leaving.'

This disciple said silently in his heart.

Who would say this to him for no reason?

There is no one else but my master.

He must be his master.

Master has not left, he has always been in the mountain city.

Watch him walk to the ring.

Maybe a test?

Maybe something else?

He doesn't know.

Don't want to know either.

Now, he just wants to go home.

Outside the crowd, in the hidden shadows, a clean-looking young man frowned and looked at the young man's back, and finally sighed softly.

Jianghu, isn’t that what it is?

Some people are rushing forward bravely.

Someone took a calm stance.

There are victories and defeats.

The former is born.

The latter dies.

Glancing at the back alley of Wuguan Street again, he walked towards the outside of Wuguan Street. When he passed by the wonton stall named "Zhao Laosi", he couldn't help but stop.

“Too perfect becomes imperfect.”

"It's really interesting."

"Mubai?"

"I remember you."

Saying such words, the young man's pace quickened.

The rumors are wrong, the "Double Jue" is not here, but in the state capital.

He must speed up.

No one knew or noticed that at noon after the competition on Wuguan Street, two completely different young people left the "Mountain City" one after the other.
To be continued...