"We met in the seventh year of Zhengding, right?"

"Ahem, yes, at the seventh day of January, at the foot of Luliang Mountain, I was chasing a group of bandits, but you came to you for a lot of trouble, and then I fought with each other."

"That was the first time you were beaten by me. Tsk tsk, I still remember that you were twenty years old at that time. I seemed to be just twenty years old and had a very upset temper.

But then I was already the leader of the Demon Sect.

And you are still a naughty person.

As for martial arts, I can beat you down with one hand."

"You are just relying on the sword and jade in your hand. If there is no such thing, it may not be necessary for anyone to hit whoever."

"Talking nonsense! I am a genius in the Western Regions. At that time, I can beat you up without having to do anything evil."

"Haha, let it be for you."

On the edge of the Yangtze River, it is about to get early morning, and it is the darkest time of the day.

Ren Hao was shaking, sitting on a stone by the river, and Zhang Moye stood beside him. The two of them looked at the dark river and talked about the past.

Ren Hao is very weak and needs Zhang Moye to support him so that he will not fall down.

Chen Qiu held the cat and stood beside the two of them.

He is listening to this past story.

He was basically sure that he was the first person in the world to hear these stories.

"Give me the fan."

Zhang Moye hooked his fingers towards Chen Qiu. Chen Qiu pulled out the black fan from his waist, and handed it to Zhang Moye. The latter held the fan and opened it with a swish.

The black fan rotated in his hand for two weeks, as skillful as the old man who used it.

Four balls of poisonous gas of different colors were gathered together and fanned into Ren Hao's cheeks by a fan. He sucked into his mouth and nose. Ren Hao's originally drowsy spirit suddenly became excited.

It's like a retrospective look.

"Oh, I can't save you."

Zhang Moye played with the fan and said to Ren Hao:

"You've ruined yourself, how could you do this?

The boxing power of these Liangyi Divine Fist is so domineering that you can only go through the Ren and Du meridians. If you are not washed by spiritual energy, you will be able to break your body to other meridians.

Why bother?

Is it really that important to beat me once?"

This question made Ren Hao laugh, who was mentally improved, and he tried hard to sit up straight and said happily:

"I have fought with you, but I haven't won yet. I'm going to die now. If I don't win once, how can I get the money back? Tell me honestly, have you let the water go just now?"

"No."

Zhang Moye simply said:

"It's all two unique skills, and there's no way to let you go. But I only said that I can fight you with martial arts, but I didn't say that I only know martial arts. Over the years, I have also learned some strange things.

But in terms of martial arts alone, you have indeed reached this level.

You have also come into contact with that wall.

You should know that in this state, you can’t tell the winner at all.

Unless you plan to give it a try and let the Yangtze River change its course tonight, we will not be able to let go of it at all.”

"Forget it, don't care."

Ren Hao waved his hand.

The sensation in the whole body was quickly disappearing, and a numbness like a rotten wood was emerging on all limbs.

It came very quickly, but in just a short moment, he could no longer feel the existence of his limbs.

"Help me get it done."

Ren Hao put his hands in front of Zhang Moye and said to him.

Zhang Moye gently tapped the black boxing gloves twice, and Tianji Wuchang boxing gloves left Ren Hao's hand, revealing Ren Hao's two terrible hands.

There is no complete skin on the ten fingers.

The middle finger index finger even grinds out the bones.

His body had already begun to collapse, and even his innate flesh and blood could not bear the peerless power.

"It's yours!"

Ren Hao threw his boxing gloves towards Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu held it in his hand, and he felt the coldness of the fists in his hand, but he felt no joy in his heart.

Ren Hao is leaving.

This man who tried hard to take himself to the right path, the few elders who were left in the world, was about to leave.

He could even guess why Zhang Moye had to let him follow him.

It's the same as hatred.

Ren Hao must die at his hands.

"You, you must practice hard when you meet again next time."

Zhang Moye stood up, patted Ren Hao on the shoulder, and said to Ren Hao in his friend's tone of leaving for a while:

"I won't hold back when I fight next time."

"Are you crazy?"

Ren Hao glanced at Zhang Moye. His skin was cracked on his face and his white hair was dyed with blood. The action of twisting his head made the chapped flesh and blood tear the chapped neck, which looked very terrifying.

He said:

"I'm going to die. If you want to see me again, you have to go to the underworld."

"What are you talking nonsense?"

Zhang Moye chuckled, he glanced at Chen Qiu and said to Ren Hao:

"With Chen Qiu here, it's hard for you to die. Of course, it's impossible to live, but we definitely have a day to meet again, so believe me."

"Don't worry, either."

Zhang Moye seemed to have noticed Chen Qiu's doubts. He returned the black fan to Chen Qiu and said:

"I will tell you the doubts you think in your heart.

There are many things I want to tell you, but now, I have to send my brother away first. I have fought with him all my life, and I really can't bear to see that he has no end."

Chen Qiu nodded.

The intersection of the known and the unknown, all the truth he longed for was close to him, but he was not in a hurry.

Expectations, desires, and seeking these originate from the instincts in the heart. For the right people, you can delay and stop them appropriately.

This is how Chen Qiu treats his friends.

Ren Hao is about to die, and to Chen Qiu, he is not just a friend or elder, just like to Zhang Moye, he is not a simple opponent.

Chen Qiu didn't say much, he kept quiet.

Leave time to the two people in front of you who are intertwined with love and hate. At the end of your life, if anyone is the most qualified to accompany Ren Hao, then it must be Zhang Moye.

For heroes who fight hard, only those who have been entangled in their lives are their best friends.

"When we separated outside the suburbs of Yanjing, you said, I will never have a good end in my life."

Ren Hao sighed.

He looked at the river flowing in front of him, and the numbness in his body had spread to his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he said softly:

"As a matter of your crow's mouth, I fell here. But it's okay, I cleaned up the mess you left behind before I died.

No matter how there is no demon sect in the world, the upright sects are prosperous and the world is stable, I can leave with confidence."

"It's just that there is no demon sect, it's not that there is no good or evil."

Zhang Moye stood beside Ren Hao, and he also looked at the endless flowing river, and he said:

"In the hearts of you people, in this world, a person is right or evil, and is far higher than good or evil. Didn't we just cut off our robe and righteousness because of this?

Ren Hao, your life will be destroyed by the distinction between good and evil.

I don't believe it, you can't guess where the good and evil in the world originated, but you know it, but you can't jump out of this circle, and you're all in it back and forth.

So what if there is no Demon Cult?"

Zhang Moye sighed and said:

"Without this Demon Sect now, there will always be the next Demon Sect. This world has been destined to be unstable since the moment it was born.
To be continued...