"Recently, I've always wondered whether what we've done is worth it or not." Wang Yidao poured himself a glass of wine, raised his neck and became bored, throwing out such an ambiguous question. In fact, he didn't want to know the answer, because the answer itself was not important, what was important was the process of thinking.
"I asked this question as early as when I came back, but I was confused and I didn't know if I was right or not." Feng remembered the answer to Qin Hu a few days ago, telling the truth. He doesn't know the answer himself. "But these days, I have figured it out a little bit. This is not something worth or not, but we didn't have a choice." He also poured a glass of wine, as if the conversation between the two had to be catalyzed by alcohol to proceed. . "From the moment we entered the rivers and lakes, especially when we took charge of the outside world, our destiny may have been doomed."
"Haha, the dignified son of a thousand sects actually believes in fate?" Wang Yidao didn't take it seriously, and the vicissitudes of his face showed too many traces of fighting against fate. He was an unbelieving person, and he believed that Daijuncho would never be taken. Fettered by fate.
"My so-called destiny is not an unknown prophet who is close to metaphysics. Destiny is actually the development and inheritance of man. There are always people who say that human fate is destined. In fact, it is the character that determines a person's development, and it is the environment in which he lives. The people he contacts, in other words, this is fate. From the moment we enter the arena, we are destined to run for it, fight for it, and defend the dignity that belongs to the arena. Because what we have received since childhood is to benefit the world. Faith has long been instilled in the so-called chivalrous spirit. These things are deeply burned in our bones and cannot be changed. So everything we do is taken for granted. That’s why I said, ours Fate is destined."
"It means something like that." Wang Yidao touched the already dead head, and then smiled: "But I don't believe you are a person who succumbed to the established facts. If you are ready to let it go and you are ready to follow the trend, why bother to South Xinjiang? How about a trip to that ghost place?"
"Because the script written by destiny is a tragedy after all. Nothing has changed for thousands of years. Although I am not a saint, I want to fight it. Although I have no believers and no religion, I want to rely on the thirty Six games have changed their fate against the sky. Although destiny is destined, the person who executes it is alive." Feng's eyes flashed with unyielding light. It was a kind of ambition and dream belonging to the strong. It was a ball. The flame that never goes out. Feng is willing to burn his years with his faith until the last moment of his life.
"Speaking of, you are not an unbelieving person. You always make so many excuses for yourself." Wang cut the last bit of wine in the jug with a knife, and asked his butler to lock the door from the outside. The latter naturally exited the door sensibly and arranged confidentiality matters, so this secret conversation is only known by the heavens and the earth, you know and I know.
"The things you want to get before you go to Southern Xinjiang should have been obtained. I am afraid that the facts you want to verify have already been clearly seen. Besides these, what else can you gain?" Wang Yidao seemed to be very clear about the battle in the Great Mountain. , It seems to be clearer about Dai Juncai’s unknown plan, and there is no need to be surprised. After all, as the head of the layman, he always knows more than others. What's more, Dai Juncho's actions have already received his strong support, and in terms of benefits, no one has gained more than Somen in this expedition.
"In addition to the ones I guessed before, I also found a new organization, or a force that cannot be ignored." Feng's purple eyes were facing the king's old eyes. He remembered that the master had said before his death. Wang Yidao is a man who dares to tell the truth and do real things in this world.
"The new old man Su Haiyao, who is high-buy, once fought with a black-clothed man. I can be sure that the black-clothed man does not belong to the gate of death, and I can't see any information about the world. Even the knowledgeable wind media director Liu Jinlong can’t see the way, but one thing is for sure. The martial arts he uses are very complicated, and there are some shadows of martial arts from all walks of life. The "Yongle Dadian" is a reminder to the various leaders, but the meaning of it is not broken. People's hearts are separated from the belly, even if it is a sword against the king, he has to leave a back hand.
"I have read the battle report, and it said that this man has excellent kung fu. The footwork uses the secret of high buying, but the number of weapons is born out of the broken love of the thief. Actually, it can seriously hurt the old man. It is indeed a good hand." Wang Yidao thought about it carefully, and added, "I remember that Gaobuy was separated from the thief, but it has been hundreds of years. The relationship between the two is good. , But it did not reach the point of communicating with each other's unique skills. One more thing, I heard Big Blood Drinking said that he once met a bodyguard with a Western sword in Nanyang, but he would actually call you on the "Heaven Against the Sky" Kung Fu, this is also considered an anecdote. I don't know if Suomen has anything to do with it afterwards?" Feng raised the matter again, but it was related to Suomen's secrets, and he didn't expect the king to slap and tell.
"Where is there anything to follow. I was not the sect master at the time. I remember that the old sect master chased it for a long time but there was no result. After that, I forgot. Why are these two things connected?" Wang Yidao said it quite frankly, as for whether it is true, only God knows.
"Then have you ever thought that the appearance of these people was not accidental, but was deliberately arranged. That is to say, in places we don't know, there is still a river and lake, there are a large group of sects, and there are even many of us who do not Known martial arts?" Feng still had no extra expression on his face, as if he was describing only the dishes of yesterday's dinner, but Wang Yidao's face changed. This assumption is a bit too absurd. But what was said from Dai Junchoi's mouth, how could it be ridiculous
"Another Jianghu? Another group of sects? How is this possible? Jianghu sects always pay attention to keeping secrets strictly. Although there have always been cases of abandoning disciples and stealing teachers, they can't make it into such a big climate." Besides, even if it is. There are really people who bring out martial arts secrets that are attractive enough from the school, and he will never share them with others, so the scale will never be large. And once it is revealed, it will definitely be killed by the world. The world has the rules of the world, and stealing teachers and stealing secrets is the most contemptible behavior.