In the end, the disciples of Peng Liang Martial Arts School did not personally thank Jason.
Not because they changed their minds.
But because they couldnt squeeze through the crowd.
Li Zhao both died on the stage, their discovered disciples gathered around, faces uncertain, while the ordinary disciples were all squeezed into the back alley of Martial Arts Street.
"Master Mu, I want to join Mu-style Martial Arts School!
Voices reverberated one after another, leaving the disciple of Peng Liang Martial Arts School stunned.
Yet, instinctively, he recalled an earlier moment.
Go on, represent Peng Liang Martial Arts School.
But Master Brother, I…
Its the decision of everyone.
Are you afraid to die?
Are you ignoring the grace of the master?
The words echoed in his ears.
The disciples expression became bitter.
Like a duck driven to the water.
Senior brothers who had followed the master for a long time collectively passed the proposal for him to represent Peng Liang Martial Arts School, while he was the last to know.
He wanted to oppose it.
But it was of no use.
It was the decision of all the senior brothers.
Merely a disciple originally doing odd jobs in the school, discovered by the master for his decent talent, admitted exceptionally.
In terms of qualifications, he was naturally short compared to others.
In terms of martial arts, he was the worst among all the senior brothers.
What should I do next?
Looking blankly at the noisy scene in front of him, the disciple was at a loss.
"Do you know what the Jianghu is?
Suddenly, a low voice rang beside his ear.
The disciple immediately looked left and right.
"I asked if you know what the Jianghu is?
Seeing nothing but the voice appeared once again.
The disciple answered honestly.
"Then do you want to know? Do you want chariots and horses? Do you want beauties in your arms? Do you want gold, silver, and jewels? Do you want secret martial arts techniques? All of these are in the Jianghu, they are all there.
The voice spoke, with a hint of allure.
The young disciple shook his head, saying affirmatively.
Following this, the young disciple seemed to find a goal he had always had.
"I just want to go back to the countryside, become a farmer, have two acres of thin fields, live in a cottage where mountain springs flow, living a life of sunrise to sunset, thats what Ive always wanted!
"Thank you for your reminder!
"I finally know what I want to do!
The disciple sincerely thanked, then turned and walked towards the Mountain City exit.
The county town is not suitable for him, the countryside is.
Chariots and horses? Beauties in arms? Gold, silver, and jewels? Secret martial arts techniques?
Especially when he was admitted by the master, it reached an extreme.
Only, with the masters disappearance, he was pushed onto the stage again.
Everything was not as valuable as the original possession.
The disciple whispered silently in his heart.
Who would say these things to him for no reason?
Apart from his master, no one else.
It must be his master.
The master hasnt left, hes always been in the Mountain City.
Watching him go to the stage.
Perhaps it was a test?
Perhaps its something else?
Nor does he want to know.
Now, he just wants to go home.
Outside the crowd, in a concealed shadow, a clean-looking young man frowned as he watched the back of this young man, ultimately sighing lightly.
The Jianghu, isnt it just ?
Some are bold and vigorous.
There are wins and losses.
Looking once more at the alley behind Martial Arts Street, he walked towards the outside of Martial Arts Street, passing the stall named Zhao Laosis wontons, unable to resist stopping.
"Too perfect, thus becoming imperfect.
Saying such words, the young man quickened his pace.
The rumors were wrong, Double Unique is not here, but in Zhoufu.
No one knew, and no one noticed, at noon after the martial arts competition on Martial Arts Street, two completely different young men left the Mountain City one after the other.
Each person has their own life.
"The taste of that humble meal is simply average, except the portion is quite large, nothing compares to your skills, Dou Bao.
Seven days had passed, and for the thirty-third time, Jason responded to the same question from Dou Bao.
After receiving such a response, Dou Bao breathed a sigh of relief again, quickly walking away.
Since that day when Jason ate at the humble stall, eating from noon until dark, Dou Bao felt her position in the masters heart was inexplicably threatened.
She knew it wasnt good.
But she couldnt help but ask.
Each answer was what she wanted.
The master is truly gentle.
I ask time and again, causing senseless trouble, yet the master never grows impatient.
Isnt this the good man my mom talked about?
Thinking of this, Dou Bao stopped her steps.
"Lets have beef stew for lunch!
Before entering the kitchen, after calculating this months expenses, Dou Bao said.
Jasons mouth curled up.
His chef is great, except for lacking confidence.