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At the beginning, Gong Haneda only wanted to find a successor, someone with similar ideals, to lead him to complete his aspirations.

However, Ip Man's philosophy surprised him. He insisted on one martial arts world, transcending the north and the south and looking at the world, providing a bigger stage and more possibilities for martial arts.

Doing something reluctantly is equivalent to being complacent. No matter how strong the wind is and how high the tide is, the wheel will eventually move in the direction it should go.

"Well said! Gong has won all his life, and he didn't lose in martial arts. Unexpectedly, I lost in my ideas. Mr. Ye, today I give you my fame. From now on, you will be on a competition stage one step at a time. I hope you can be like me, lighting a lamp with one breath. You must know that if you keep thinking about it, there will be a response, and where there is a lamp, there will be a person!" Gong Yutian shouted loudly, but this time he was shouting for Ye Wen, for Ye Wen's philosophy, and for him to find the promised person.

Upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside the building, everyone couldn't help but applaud.

The grand event ended here, and Gong Er, who wanted to take action, was dragged back to the hotel by Chu He.

Gong Er said sternly: "My father has never lost in his life, what right does that Ye have to claim victory?"

Chu He held her hand tightly and comforted her, "My dear sister, you don't understand men's affairs. What is this called? This is called sympathy and fusion of ideas. The master couldn't be happier. He was happier about losing this time than he was about winning in his entire life. The master saw hope and the right path."

"Just based on that young man? What qualifications does he have to be on par with my father?" Gong Er was still indignant.

Chu He squatted in front of her and looked at her seriously: "Sister, mutual appreciation between men has nothing to do with age, class, or seniority. Appreciation is appreciation, very pure and transparent."

"Good! This transparent method is well used!" Gong Yutian's voice came from outside the door.

"Dad!" Gong Er stood up.

"master!"

"Girl, Chu He used the word well. What is transparency? It's the kind of thing that can see into someone's heart at a glance, and makes people trust him from the bottom of their hearts. When you see a transparent person, you can even give your life to him." Gong Yutian's face was full of smiles. The smooth success of this retirement meeting allowed him to put his mind at ease and let go of the burden he had been carrying for many years. His face became much rosier.

"Dad, let's just forget about this matter. The Gong family has never been defeated in their entire lives!"

"There are many things that are much more important than winning or losing. Girl, your father has let go, why are you still holding on to me?"

Seeing that Gong Er was still a little unconvinced, Chu He quickly pulled her back and said, "Sister, I'll take you to eat the local specialties. I'm telling you, the chicken necks and chicken feet here are amazing! Master, I'll bring you some back later!"

Gong Yutian watched the two children walk away tugging at each other. Standing upstairs, he heard Gong Er mutter, "What do you mean by 'like'?"

Yes! What is a praise? This kid always spouts weird words.

On the other side, Ma San, whose life trajectory was changed by Chu He, was drinking and chatting with his martial arts colleagues from the south. Although he looked down on these weaklings, he was still very happy to see these people complimenting him.

The event was successfully completed without any problems. Everyone left one after another, and Gong Yutian also set out on the journey back home with a group of disciples.

The journey was bumpy and bumpy. When passing through Jinmen, Chu He suddenly whispered to Gong Er: "Sister, is your fiancé still in Jinmen?"

Gong Er shook her head and rubbed the ring on her finger.

"No news at all?"

Gong Er looked out the window and said calmly: "No news is news."

"Sister, how about changing someone?" Chu He said, leaning against Gong Er.

Gong Er looked at his brother in surprise: "Who should I change?"

"Change whoever you like. There's no need to waste your youth for someone. Everyone has only one youth."

"It's easy to say, but it's not that easy to find."

"Sister, as long as you have the heart, you will definitely succeed!"

"Thank you for your kind words!"

"Three chicken necks, no thanks!"

"Greedy little devil."

The brother and sister were still chatting idly when they suddenly felt the train slowing down until it came to a complete stop.

Everyone didn't know what was going on and could only stay where they were.

But Chu He, who had a keen hearing, vaguely heard a noisy quarrel coming from the front of the train, getting closer and closer, including the scolding of the Japanese devils.

Chu He squatted down suddenly with his mind racing. He scratched the muddy ground with his hands twice, then opened his hand and pressed it against Gong Er's face. Before Gong Er could react, her fair face had been smeared black by Chu He. Just as she was about to yell, she heard the noise from the front of the train getting closer and closer, and everyone heard the voices of the Japanese devils.

Everyone understood Chu He's meaning, and the brothers and sisters got busy together, starting to dress up Gong Er. They put a dog-skin hat, a sheepskin coat, and a collar on Gong Er.

By the time the Japanese soldiers stepped into the train carriage, the beautiful Gong Er had been dressed up by everyone to look like a servant fleeing famine.

The Japanese soldiers walked into the carriage with guns in hand, cursing, and tore off everyone's clothes and luggage in a bad manner. They roared and threatened, forcing everyone to leave the carriage.

Before Gong Yutian could take out his ID from his pocket, a gun was pointed at his face. He had no choice but to follow the crowd and walk under the car.

Walking out of the carriage, the train was now parked in a wilderness. The vast land was tightly pressed down by gloomy dark clouds. There were no bushes around. Looking around, there was only barren land and birds circling in the sky.

There were dozens of Japanese soldiers standing outside the train, each holding a gun and looking at the people getting off the train.

Before they could stand still, a Japanese soldier suddenly rushed towards Xiao Liuzi who was standing at the end of the team, shouting something. Next to the Japanese soldier stood a well-mannered middle-aged man in a suit and tie. He said, "The Imperial Army orders you to kneel down." He seemed to be the translator.

Xiao Liuzi raised his head and said loudly: "A real man kneels to heaven, to earth, to his parents, to his master, and never to others."

The Japanese soldier behind him was furious and raised the butt of his gun to hit Xiao Liuzi's knee hard. However, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child and had great skills in standing still. Even in daily training, when his fellow apprentices kicked each other's knees, he remained motionless. How could a gun butt not bend his knees? Everyone was about to laugh at him when they suddenly heard a gunshot.

The people around were frightened and screamed, while the people of the Gong family were staring with their eyes wide open, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes. A short Japanese soldier standing opposite Xiao Liuzi was leisurely putting down the muzzle of his gun that was still smoking, and was grinning and showing off something to the people around him. At this moment, Xiao Liuzi had been shot in the head and was no longer alive. He lay on his back with his eyes wide open. Xiao Liuzi, who had practiced martial arts all his life and was strong, never yielded to anyone. His skills were also outstanding among men, but he just died in an unknown wilderness.

The members of the Gong family who reacted tried to rush towards the Japanese, but were held down by Ma San. Gong Yutian, who was standing by, took out the pass written in Japanese from his pocket with red eyes and handed it to the translator opposite.

The translator took a few glances at it and handed it to the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier took a quick look at it and threw it at Gong Yutian's feet. He walked away cursing and walked towards the group of people who were kneeling on the ground and had already huddled together.

Gong Yutian bent down to pick up the pass and said in a serious tone, "Carry Xiao Liuzi on your back, and let's go."

The disciples of the Gong family were still unwilling to give up and just stared at the backs of the Japanese soldiers, but they were pulled away by Ma San and Chu He.

The group walked silently in the wilderness, with Xiao Liuzi carried on the back of each person in turn, until they reached a place with trees. Gong Yutian told his disciples, "Go and make a stretcher."

At this time, Chu He stood up and asked, "Master, is this the end? Did Sixth Senior Brother die in vain?"

Gong Yutian shouted angrily: "Just do whatever I tell you to do! If you don't obey, get out of here!"

Chu He wanted to say something, but was pulled away by Gong Er.

The stretchers were made of two chopped-down trees as thick as teacups. The remaining people tore off their clothes and wrapped the tree trunks with strips of cloth.

This place is more than 200 kilometers away from Lushun. The group traveled all night and did not see the city of Lushun in the distance until the morning of the third day.

The Gong family members who had been exposed to the elements did not look tired at all, but a kind of deathly aura pervaded each of them. There were 11 people when they left, and only 10 were left when they came back.

"Girl, bury Xiao Liuzi in the Gong family's cemetery. The rest of you, go home immediately after you have cleaned up!" After Gong Yutian finished speaking, he walked into the city alone. Ma San hurriedly followed him, and the rest of the people followed Gong Er to the Gong family's cemetery outside the city.

A crudely made coffin, a newly bought ill-fitting shroud, a shallow earth pit, a handful of loess, a young man, a high-spirited warrior, a person who had just experienced the beauty of life, a cheerful and optimistic loved one, just disappeared like that, so cheaply, so carelessly, so easily...

Seeing Xiao Liuzi, with whom they had lived day and night, disappear into the loess, everyone finally couldn't hold back the emotions that had accumulated over the days and started to cry.

Chu He stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, staring at the newly engraved words on the tombstone.

It was not until the evening that everyone returned to the Gong family compound under the leadership of Gong Er.

Unlike in the past, no one went to the front hall to comfort the master. Everyone returned to their homes in the backyard and closed the doors. The entire yard fell into deathly silence.

Chu He returned to the house. Ma San was already lying on the bed. He saw Chu He coming back and asked, "Is he buried?"

"Ah."

"Go to sleep. In this chaotic world, life is ignored like a discarded shoe."

"Brother, that was no one else but Xiao Liuzi! Isn't there anything we can do?"

"What? Using your Dragon Step to guard the muzzle of a gun? Don't be ridiculous. A wise man should know when to act. Don't do something that will only work against the enemy.

Sometimes preserving one's strength and accumulating power is also a kind of contribution. Do you really think that one's own strength can counteract the rolling trend?"

"If everyone thinks like this, what hope is there for the country? Just protect yourself!" Chu He hoped that Ma San, whom he had already saved more than half of, would not fall into trouble again.