The fists and feet intersected, and with a muffled sound, Xiang Yuan took several steps backwards to stabilize his body!

"Uncle Wang, did you use such a lot of force early in the morning?"

He kneaded his shoulders, looked at Wang Chong, who was rubbing his ankles while laughing.

Also rubbing his numb ankles, Wang Chong raised his head and glanced at Xiang Yuan: "I know it's me, but I still use such great force.

Is it true that you are revealed?"

After ten years of hard practice, the young and powerful Xiang Yuan's achievements in fighting the tiger have already tied up with Wang Chong and even surpassed him a little.

Wang Chong was also both moved and pleased with Xiang Yuan's progress.

He laughed and went forward to help Wang Chong to the stone stool beside him, and Xiang Yuan said, "Uncle Wang, come to me so early, what's wrong?"

Looking at Xiang Yuan with a smile on his face, Wang Chong's eyes moved slightly and suddenly sighed: "I heard that you have encountered bandits this time.

There is blood on your hands..."

When Xiang Yuan heard Wang Chong's question, he was slightly stunned and then said, "Well, but those bandits are all worthy of death."

"I'm not blaming you for killing people. I'm afraid that once you see blood on your hands, you won't be able to stop..." His eyes became a little heavy, and Wang Chong said: "

We martial arts practitioners strengthen our bodies and blood and temper our bodies.

Qi and blood are more prosperous than ordinary people. Many times, because Qi and blood rush into the brain, they will do some irrational things.

If you don't see blood on your hands, you may still be hesitant and restrained when you take action.

But now that you have broken this membrane, I am afraid that you will not be able to control it in the future, and the blood on your hands will become thicker and thicker.

Thinking back then, I was..."

His tone paused, and his words touched his past. Wang Chong's eyes dimmed, and he looked at Xiang Yuan with advice:

"Promise Uncle Wang, when you take action in the future, you must be considerate and do not commit murder if you can save someone's life."

Looking at Wang Chong's eyes, the smile on the corner of Xiang Yuan's mouth slowly disappeared, his waist and back were as straight as a big gun, "Uncle Wang, I can't respond to you in this matter."

"You..." Unexpectedly, Xiang Yuan would refuse. Wang Chong's expression changed. Just as he was about to speak, Xiang Yuan raised his hand to stop him and then continued:

"Uncle Wang, I understand what you said.

You are afraid that I will take too much action in the future and make too many enemies, which will be as desolate as you were back then.

But Uncle Wang, don’t forget, why do we, a martial arts practitioner, need to practice martial arts!

Isn’t it just to make your heart breath smoothly, avoid being bullied, and straighten your spine?

I understand your words. If no one offends me, I will not offend others.

But if that person is arrogant, will I still repay my grudges with kindness?”

The fists were clenched and Xiang Yuan's eyes were fierce. He was an ordinary college student in his previous life, honest and obedient, and never even beaten him.

In this life, he fell into such a world and tasted what it means to be a knife and a fish.

Without the stability of a society ruled by law, only by becoming tough can one live freely.

Looking at the faint evil aura around Xiang Yuan, Wang Chong opened his mouth as if he wanted to persuade him.

Xiang Yuan stood up and patted Wang Chong on the shoulder:

"Uncle Wang, you are old.

I am still young and spending my life a cowardly is not what I want.

Maybe I will do this when I am as old as you.

But now...

I can't agree to you about this."

Wang Chong doesn’t remember when Xiang Yuan left.

"Forget it, young and energetic... Haha, can you call a young man if you are not energetic? Didn't I do that too back then..." As if remembering something, Wang Chong smiled and shook his head slightly.
Chapter completed!