The more the convoys of martial arts people went to Jiangxi, the more people became.

Now they are close to Dongting Lake, and Wuyang Zhenren is the leader of the Gong. He suggested that he would not walk at night and search for a station on the side of the road to let everyone rest well.

Although the Northern Dynasties' army was still stationed in Huainan, there were also whereabouts of Northern Dynasties' horses and demon clans in Jiangxi recently. They were not peaceful and they had to accumulate energy. If they encountered a fight, they would be able to fight.

In the inn, some of the people in the world slept, and some even gathered together to brag and chat.

Among them is a thin guy with a wine bag and tells his story to others.

"At that time, the yamen bullied my family without power and power. I did evil things. I got angry and went to argue with him, but accidentally killed someone. In desperation, I had to flee to Xiaoxiang to live.

Alas, my mother is still there at home, but she dare not go back to visit her. She just hopes that this time will be smoother, save her life, and exchange for some money and go back with a glorious atmosphere."

"Don't worry, brother."

Another man patted his shoulder and said:

"This time, the Southern Dynasty ruler issued an edict that as long as we help them fight the Northern gangs, we will be able to write it off in the past. As far as I know, many heroes rushed to Jinling for this."

The man took a sip of wine and said:

"When we walk around the world, no one has a few lives, we will also keep the rules of the world, but the king of the family is very annoyed. When we meet that evil man with a bad heart, we will finish it with one knife. How refreshing!

But the officials of the court protected each other, and we did good deeds but we had to bear bad reputations.

Bah, if you have the chance, you will kill all the thieves and restore peace to the world."

"Brother Sun is right."

The surroundings agreed and felt that what this person said made sense and was very lively.

But there are disputes.

"You guy, you ruined the innocence of a woman in Hejian in the early years and even killed her husband. Now you are a pretty decent person in the world. You go!

I won’t drink with evil people like you!”

"What did you say? Say it again!"

A sharp voice rang out and shouted:

"I am a direct disciple of the Iron Fist Sect in Jingzhou, a serious and righteous person. I warn you, don't talk nonsense about those things that make mistakes! Be careful that I tear your mouth!"

"Just say it, how are you going? Do you still dare to admit the ugly things you did?"

There was a ping-pong, as if fighting in the inn, and there were screaming harshly. Soon, disciples of Chunyang Sect came to persuade the fight, and finally persuaded each other, so they calmed down.

Still speaking harshly to each other.

“Go, the right way…”

On the eaves of the station, Shen Qiu sat there, holding a red wine gourd in his hand, and Zhang Lan sat beside him. After listening to the farce below, Zhang Lan sneered.

He took the gourd from Shen Qiu's hand, took a sip, and said to Shen Qiu:

"I have known for a long time that this righteous man does have chivalrous men, but there are so many villains who hide dirty things. He talks about loyalty in the world, and even the devil sects do the destructive things he secretly does."

"What do you want to say?"

Shen Qiu glanced at him and said:

"Is it a brainwashing Mr. Shen? I said you are good at the Demon Sect, but the righteous path is bad? Don't, Mr. Zhang, what a coward is like in the righteous path? I know much more than you.

If it’s bad, there are indeed some good guys among them.”

“That’s.”

Zhang Lan posed a fan and said:

"A family has twelve children. It is impossible for each of them to be bastards, and there are good people and bad people everywhere. I just feel it because of my feelings. I still remember that when I was a child, my father told me about these things to Zhang Chu.

Although his father is the leader of the Demon Cult, he always thinks of strange problems."

"Um?"

Chen Qiu took the wine gourd, which was one of the treasures he and Xiao Tie brought out from Shuoxue Palace. When the crude wine was poured in, it would become more fragrant and mellow after a day.

The principle is unknown, but it is quite strange.

Unfortunately, in this era of spiritual energy disappearing, all kinds of magical things are left to the function of filling wine.

"Let me tell me."

Chen Qiu nodded and Zhang Lan said:

"For example, my father is always very curious about who distinguished the good and evil in this world? It seems that since the day it appeared, there have been so-called good and evil sides.

But who determines the standard for the distinction between good and evil?

I am different from you. I have lived in the Demon Sect, and later I jumped to the right path. I think there is no difference between the Right Path and the Demon Sect, and everyone will do bad things.

The only difference is that the righteous people should hide their bad things, while the demons are used to it.

My father thought about that question for a long time but couldn't get an answer.

So, he finally went to find the answer."

Speaking of this, Zhang Lan will not talk about it anymore.

Chen Qiu looked at him and asked:

"Is this why, in the tenth year of Zhengding, Zhang Moye suddenly fought with the people in Luoyang with the seven sects of the Demon Sect?

Just to figure out the difference between good and evil?"

"No."

Zhang Lan smiled and said:

"My father wanted to do more. He wanted to completely defeat the righteous people and then let the whole world use the same set of rules. In fact, the longer I get along with you, I find that you and my father are really similar.

You don't care much about the difference between good and evil.

Just focus on whether the person in front of you has done good or bad things.

If you are really a righteous man, Chen Qiu, then you wouldn't be so close to me, Chen Lan, Xuan Yu, and even Lei Shiyin and Yaoqin."

Zhang Lan stood up and stretched his body. He opened the folding fan and let the wind blow his robe. He said to Chen Qiu:

"I have seen those who regard the distinction between good and evil as the golden rules, such as Ren Hao, you are not them. I know that if I and Xiao Tie encounter the same danger, you will come to save me like Xiao Tie.

So I dare to be friends with you.

As for the following…”

Zhang Lan stomped her feet and said to Chen Qiu:

"Why do you want to integrate into them and become a member of them? You are not the same as them at all. You should be with a strange man like me.

Don't swear by yourself."

Zhang Lan turned around and wanted to leave, but was called by Chen Qiu.

The latter didn't look back, just drank the wine in his hand, he asked:

"Zhang Lan, do you really think I am like Zhang Moye?"

"Not at all!"

Zhang Lan said with a lip:

"You are far worse than my father, so my father won't be so entangled.

Ren Hao asked you to be a hero, so you would be a hero. If one day he had a sudden idea, he would let you get off the Holy Fire Demon Girl Yaoqin and marry the decent female hero, would you do it?

He is paying attention to you, caring about you, and treating you as his real nephew.

I can see that his value on you is not fake. He has passed on all his unique skills to you. This is to cultivate you as a successor to the robe and mantle.

But he wants to use his set on you.

How did Ai Dacha and Wujiu Juzi fall in love back then? You won’t know, right?

You are soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and you are so arrogant. You are not happy at all now. Those people call you He Luo He, and you don’t have a smile on your face. If this continues, you will be the next Ai Dada.

I am not scaring you. It’s all about personal martial arts. I am here to remind you specifically.”

After saying that, Zhang Lan got up and flew away, disappearing behind the eaves.

Chen Qiu was still sitting there, sitting under the moon.

He looked at the direction of Dongting Lake in the distance, feeling a little upset, and took a sip of wine.

“I think this is our life.

Martial arts is our choice for life.

We make choices and follow them.

Live for it and die for it.”

He had forgotten where he heard these words, but it was quite appropriate that it would suddenly come to his mind.

Martial Arts...

Chen Qiu didn't pay much attention to this thing before.
To be continued...