Han Luo was in a bad mood, and it was so bad that he was bad. This step was caused by him who didn’t know the reason or even why. Last night, who wanted to kill him.

Cold flower sleeves?

I am the only enemy in Wuhan who was troubled by a beauty, but the relationship is currently at present, after the last conversation, the Liang family’s young master did not make things difficult for him.

Who else could it be?

Han Luo's thoughts flew up, crossed the river, and arrived at the beach. Wantian and Wanxiao's appearance were in his mind. When they were looking for the master, it seemed that it was because the master was very famous. The head of Yanqing Sect, the surname Yao, was the strange killing at the beach, and finally a calm ending.

This series of things was vaguely linked by Han Luo, and then there was a terrifying calculation.

When the seaside returned to Wuhan in an instant, the only thing he took was to help the police. When he almost died under the punch of the young dark-jin boxer, who was the middle-aged man who saved him? Such a terrifying body movement, he was probably at least a boxer with dark-jin peaks.

Wan Xiao’s empathy for his master and Wan Tian’s admiration for Liu Zongyuan were vaguely linked together.

Han Luo didn't know that he could guess the truth as long as he was bolder, but he didn't think about it, because he was almost too bold. Do you have to think about the inside story behind Master?

He was in a bad mood, and Han Luo was not even in a mood to read a philosophy book. He mentioned the "Ancient Sword" handed down by Master Liu Zongyuan, left the house and headed straight to the edge of the East Lake.

The thoughts were like thousands of threads, and the more I thought about them, the more I became entangled. Han Luo simply put down all his thoughts and devoted himself to the study of boxing.

He drew his sword solemnly, lifted his sword, and took steps, like a Taoist priest who was healthy, slowly turning the ancient sword.

The sword gradually became invisible and the sword intention gradually emerged. Only one sword in the world, one sword moved through the nineteen states, and one sword was like a scattered world affairs, and everything was going on with one sword.

One sword is the way of sword.

Han Luo had already forgotten his spirit in his mind, and his spirit was attached to the star-spotted sword light on the sword spine, and he wandered in the world. The hilt of the sword was held by his hands, and he turned around and flipped. The star-spotted sword light also followed, just like a man and a sword traveling to the sky, earth and sea.

Slowly, the sword intent of the spiritual world suddenly returned to nothingness, and the ancient sword appeared again.

Han Luo also opened his eyes and slowly opened them like he woke up.

The more he was, the more powerful his sword intent became. Although he inherited Liu Zongyuan's mantra, inheritance and inheritance were not something that could reach the sky in one step, but it was like walking through thousands of miles of rivers and rivers. Therefore, inheritance and inheritance were still in the essence and practice of calligraphy.

Han Luo sat on the steps, looking at the water of Donghu Lake, but recalled the details of the battle last night. The two killers had a lot of experience in fighting, but how could he be the state of boxing that he didn't understand in the past? He had already learned a lot from Chen Wuxiang, Takeda Ma Xuan, and philosophy, and then integrated into the master's boxing, he had already gained some of his own experience. It was not to copy Liu Zongyuan's boxing, but to give birth to his own things from the inheritance of Liu Zongyuan's boxing.

Han Luo doesn't know that this is very valuable, because whether it is boxing or society, purely imitating the predecessors can only follow the footsteps of his predecessors, but never yourself, you are never a pure person born free, and never understand yourself. The most basic thing about boxing is to restore the original self and restore it to the self that does not learn or accept anything. If a person does not study, does not read, and is not guided by anyone, then from childhood to adulthood, he will be a true self, his spirit will always be his own, and what he learns will always be his own.

This is just a concept of philosophy. What would happen if such a person were?

For example, when young people in society see elders, even if they hate elders, they should be reluctant to smile and call you uncle. This is the guidance of the knowledge learned, and the knowledge learned will affect you at the moment in their minds.

Purely imitating others and trying to be the same as the great predecessors, that is, machine. The same is true for boxing. If Han Luo completely replicates Master’s boxing, then he can only be the second Liu Zongyuan, not Han Luo. But if he blindly does not follow the footsteps of his predecessors, that is unscientific. True boxing is to combine the two.

Liu Zongyuan once said: "In the world, the younger generation should surpass the predecessors."

Liu Zongyuan went to search for immortals, and also to find the peak of the martial arts world. If he took the step where there was no way out after the peak of martial arts, then future generations could follow his steps further.

After sitting for a long time, Han Luo took back his spirits and stood up and walked towards the way he came.

After he left, two figures suddenly appeared not far from Donghu Lake.

"How can such an apprentice inherit your mantle? He inherited only half of your sword. He was much stronger than Han Luo when he realized the sword. Jiang Haijing realized half of your sword in just one month and realized the true meaning. Unfortunately, you are not spreading it! Now, all your disciples, Wu Jian, have been doing half a year, but they have not even realized one-fifth of the essence of your sword intent. They are just like you practiced swords in the yard back then."

Wang Zhulu, with crow's feet at the corner of his eyes, appeared here, looked at the young man who disappeared under the night sky, and whispered softly.

Touching his fingers, he raised his head and looked at the starry sky: "But I have to admire a little bit. This kid has many enemies like you when you were young. You two are really similar to you, I admire you."

"This, child." Xu Jiangyan, wearing an elderly hat, frowned and looked at the direction where Han Luo disappeared, but he was also incomprehensible.

Is it true that the Xingyi Sect is not clear? The so-called disciple of the robe is the new leader who follows you.

Even though Jiang Haijing is talented and has a strong strategy, he is only half the leader.

Can such a sect really work?

"Wang Zhulu, how long do you think Han Luo will be able to enter the dark force?"

"The head of Jiang learned boxing from Liu Zongyuan at the age of seventeen, entered the dark force at the age of nineteen, and entered the magic force at the age of twenty-six. According to Han Luo's current boxing studies, it is already very good to enter the dark force within two years." Wang Zhulu said lightly.

"What should I do if this sect leader is in your sect?" Xu Jiangyan asked suddenly.

"That's the matter of Chief Jiang." Wang Zhulu said in a simple and profound manner. His answer to Xu Jiangyan was very clear, and it depends on how the chief himself handled it. After all, for hundreds of years, the heads of various generations of chiefs have taken disciples and brought them back to the Xingyi Gate to spread the fist in the sect.

In Liu Zongyuan's generation, I am afraid that the Xingyi Sect's members are still not sure that the old leader has a disciple of the robe and bowl. Therefore, how the leader Jiang deals with this matter that everyone knows is only in the mind of the leader Jiang.

Abdicate with one thought.

Or die in one thought.

Of course it was not him who died.
Chapter completed!