Lu Guizang came to Ren Hao at night and took a few incense sticks, and then left.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Chen Qiu watched him leave, and when he thought of the devastating incident between him and Dongfang Ce, he also sighed. These two people were affectionate and loyal.

Unfortunately, I was born in the wrong era.

Chen Qiu was also a little bit worried when he was disturbed by Lu Guizang.

He returned to the main hall, picked up a few bunches of incense, lit them by the candlelight, and the smell of sandalwood spread out. Chen Qiu inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of the coffin, and he sat cross-legged in front of the incense burner.

The stove was filled with thick incense ash.

This is the weight of a person's life.

Ren Hao lived for the rest of his life, and after his death, the martial arts righteous path came to pay his respects. In just a few days, such heavy incense ash was accumulated.

It proves that Ren Hao’s life is quite successful no matter from which perspective.

A good leader, respected by everyone in the world, and a master of generation.

It's not in vain to live a life.

"Uncle Ren, you said that if I die in the future, will I be respected by so many people like you?"

Chen Qiu sat cross-legged on the futon, watching the incense burning in front of him.

He looked at the rising smoke, as if he saw Ren Hao's appearance when he was still alive.

I saw Ren Hao’s appearance again when he died.

He was the only person besides Zhang Moye to watch Ren Hao leave.

He knew that Uncle Ren was not always so angry and powerful.

In the last moment of his life, Uncle Ren also revealed a weak knot. The friendship between him and Zhang Moye and the entanglement of good and evil hatred was really heavy.

"I actually have a lot of things to say to you, and I always want to say them to you, but we two rarely have such peaceful conversations.

I didn't even say that I finally sent you away.

Not that I'm afraid you're angry."

Chen Qiu faced the incense burner and the coffin as if he was talking to Ren Hao.

The leader has passed away.

You don't have to hide these words anymore.

"But I know that you are a man with a strong heart. No matter what I say, you will not change your thoughts. It is useless to say it.

But that day, when I was in Luoyang, I saw you letting Master Lei incite the opposition between good and evil in the world...

I am really like a thorn in my throat, and I won’t vomit quickly.”

He breathed a long breath, like the wind blowing smoke, allowing the gathering smoke to spread a little.

The incense and candle blown out a little.

Chen Qiu closed his eyes and continued:

"I didn't think the distinction between good and evil was that important at the beginning. Later, Zhang Moye told me the truth, saying that the era of the world itself was planned by the Penglai people.

The so-called good and evil are just an excuse to fight each other.

Is it necessary to be a bad person when practicing magic skills?

If you practice Taoism, you must be a good person?

Uncle Ren, you can't not understand this principle.

You said, you are cleaning up the mess for Zhang Moye, I believe it!

But I think, maybe it's more that you are dissatisfied in your heart and don't want to bow your head to Zhang Moye. You fought with him seven times! There were seven times in total, and although you won in the end, you were still dissatisfied.

And being so obsessed with the distinction between good and evil must be related to this dissatisfaction.”

Speaking of this, Chen Qiu smiled.

He flicked his finger and said:

"Don't scold me, I didn't mean to say you, it's not a bad thing.

We people from the world are just for this kind of excitement.

Just I think more.

They respect you as the leader of the martial arts world and let you take them to fight against the Demon Sect.

This world has existed for hundreds of years, and the distinction between good and evil has long been a common thing. Even before the Demon Sect, the righteous people and the evil sects would still fight every day.

Fighting with each other without asking the reason has become a habit.

Uncle Ren, I tell you that habits are a terrible thing. They have been going on for hundreds of years, making your generation not think about the truth secrets of the difference between good and evil.

Zhang Moye thought of it, so he abandoned the world and went to fight with the masterminds behind this cricket jar.

I think you actually thought of it.

But you didn't let him go.

On the one hand, those black hands have long plotted against you. If you go to fight them, it will be difficult to win without complete preparation and it will be a drag on Zhang Moye.

On the other hand, you actually have developed habits.

You are a righteous person, a good person, a demon sect, and a bad person.

What a simple differentiation?

But if you deny the distinction between good and evil, you will deny yourself.

For hundreds of years, I have been stubbornly thinking that I am a good person and doing good deeds, and the recognition and pride that comes from the bottom of my heart will be denied together.

The same is true for the Demon Cult.

Everyone fought desperately for hundreds of years, but it was meaningless all of a sudden. Apart from their own disintegration, how can they be worthy of the heroic seniors who died in the struggle between good and evil before?"

Shen Qiu let out a long sigh.

He stopped and continued:

"The old ghosts of Penglai really counted people's hearts.

I treat you as crickets, but I’m so angry that I’m just red-eyed. There’s only the other person in my eyes, and I just want to defeat the other person in my heart.

People in war need strength so much that they, you can't see the light.

Uncle Ren, you are looking for hope in the fight, but you can't see hope.

In order to defeat the Demon Sect, you twist the righteous people into a rope and ignite them into a fire.

Only look at good and evil, not distinguish between good and evil.

This is understandable. If you want to fight, you have to win, I can understand."

Shen Qiu lowered his head and said:

"But now that the Demon Cult has fallen, the fire you left behind is still very strong. The group of knights who have followed you, who are used to the struggle between good and evil, seem to be born for fighting.

They are now immersed in the joy of victory, but this joy will not last long.

The most terrifying thing is not how tragic the war is, but that they still hope that they are still in it even though they have clearly left.

They still have to live, and they still long to make a name for themselves, and they are eager to gain fame and fortune by defeating the enemy, win respect with their swords, and become famous all over the world again.

They all think so, otherwise it would not have been possible to make such a big noise in a list of the world."

Shen Qiu stood up.

The incense candle in front of him had already reached its end. He turned over and took a few more incense sticks and re-lit them, as if he was going to finish the conversation in the smoke.

He sat on the futon again and continued to say:

"But there are no enemies anymore, Uncle Ren.

You have been used to the people in the Demon Sect who have existed for hundreds of years. Now they have dispersed. The righteous path is a great victory, just like the light defeating the darkness, and the classic ending.

But the problem is that after victory, life will continue.

Will those knights who have fame and fortune in their hearts be willing to return to their fields?

I don't think they want to.

They have seen the real world, who would like to go back to be an ordinary farmer? Wasting the martial arts they have worked hard to practice in the boring life facing the loess and facing the sky?"

Chen Qiu stretched out a finger and poked the coffin, as if he wanted to wake up the sleeping Ren Haoyao.

He said:

“They will not see the enemy and will look for it themselves.

There will be no beautiful move to retreat to the countryside after a great victory. You can do such a thing, Uncle Ren, I believe in your character.

But they won't!

They will instinctively continue to look for enemies, but they can't find them in front of them, so they will look behind them.

They will lock in those peers who don't like, give them other names, throw dirty water on them, and then hand out daggers from the darkness and continue fighting.

Just like a copy of the dispute between good and evil.

There are fighting wolf packs in the martial arts world. Unless they die or encounter another tiger, they will not stop killing each other.

I don’t know how many old ghosts who obey Penglai and resurrect the corpse, but according to Zhang Moye’s meaning, it was a considerable number.

A group of old ghosts who have long been decaying are hiding among the tourists who are led by you.

I can tell them.

But I was too lazy to look for it one by one. Time is so urgent, so how can I have time to play with a group of dead people who don’t want to lie in the grave honestly.”

Chen Qiu stood up and patted the coffin with a refreshed mood. He looked at the dark night outside the window.
To be continued...