Sincere Heart in Jianghu

"Everyone, if you will excuse me, I will take my disciples and leave. I hope you will take good care of my Junior Martial Brother Wu along the way. He is actually the same person as you all!"

Yang Ming nodded his head, "He is also my brother, I will take good care of him, please do not worry, Master!"

"Good, I hope Brother Yang will have the chance to come to Shaolin, I will definitely warmly welcome you!"

He had originally thought that this would be another big battle, but the situation had become much more gentle now. It was as if some people in the martial world were laughing and chatting about something, causing him to be even more suspicious.

A few minutes after they left, an old monk slowly walked over, "May I know who is Yang Ming? Can you please come out for a moment?"

Yang Ming laughed lightly, "Master, I am Yang Ming. I wonder what business do you have with me?"

The old monk was thin and not too tall. He wore a red monastic robe, and in the Shaolin, ordinary disciples would wear gray and white monastic robes. Those with a bit of status would wear yellow, and those with red would be extremely important.

This person had red hair and no one dared to look down on him. Today, there would be a few monks appearing from time to time. It seemed that things were not as simple as they had been, and these people were probably the last card dealt by the emperor.

"This old monk didn't want to meddle in too many matters. I only came here to say a few words to Young Hero before leaving. Young Hero, I heard that you have done a lot of amazing things in the martial arts world. It is truly admirable!"

"Senior does not dare, Senior is flattering me, if there is anything, senior please be clear about it!" Yang Ming bowed to him.

He laughed out loud. "You are indeed very polite. Your words are very proper. You are quite handsome. It is truly fortunate that a hero like you can appear in this world!"

Seeing that he was being so polite, Yang Ming could not help but exchange a few words with him.

"After you left Qingcheng for two years, you have made such great progress in your martial arts, it is likely that you have had many fortuitous encounters, although this old monk is curious, but these things cannot be easily said out. It is just that for a bet, you put the lives of so many people at risk, you are really lacking in consideration!"

Yang Ming was startled, so the monk was not here to compete, but was instead here to reason with him, and to listen to what the monk had to say.

"Fu Yun, everyone under the heavens has their own intelligence, let alone these unyielding men. You did not kill them today, you are truly merciful, Old Na admires them! "

This monk was really wordy and couldn't say his true purpose for a long time.

"Benefactor, everyone in the world has seen your actions. You want to stop this war, but war is fated. Even if you do stop it this time, can you stop it the next time?"

Yang Ming listened quietly, as though his words were not completely illogical.

"Governing the world requires another kind of heart. Since you're in the martial arts world, with your heart, you can win the respect of the heroes of the world and the heaven and earth that you want!"

"But as the Son of Heaven, he also has a heart of gold. He wants to use war to consolidate his power and the things that he has promoted. Is he wrong with those who have the same heart as you?"

He quietly listened. The monk's tone was very similar to that of the young master Long. Could it be that he was one of the masterminds behind the plot? These people were telling him all this for the sake of making him give up.

"Master, he has his reasons for doing that, but I also have mine. If this war were to start, who knows how many people would lose their families, and how much more of a loss this would be compared to today. How can I watch such a thing happen? "You, old man, similarly, feel pity for the lives of all the people in the world. What I have done, I ask myself to be worthy of all the people in the world!"

"How do you know that a war is bound to break out? Perhaps the war had stopped before it happened? Maybe this war is just a facade, and he just wants to use it to prove something? "

Yang Ming couldn't help but think about it. Could it be that the Emperor didn't want to start a war, and all of this was just an excuse on his part?

"What you've guessed did not happen, and what you've done has truly happened. Many people have already lost their lives because of this matter. Don't you feel that it was all caused by you?"

"Master is right, but I can't let those hidden dangers arise because of an unknown thing. If the future becomes more tragic because of a passing thought of mine, I will feel sorry for the world!"

"Haha, if this old man gave you his word, wouldn't this battle have occurred? Will you let these people go and stop asking about it? "A smile lit up his face.

"Senior, how can I trust you?" Yang Ming asked as she looked at him.

The monk laughed. "If I want you to believe me, you will believe me!" His laughter was so loud that there was confidence in his voice, a kind of familiarity.

Who was this person? Every word was said so clearly and analyzed so rationally.

"I've long heard of your unparalleled martial arts. How about I accompany you for a few moves?" His face still had a smile, but his tone slightly changed.

Yang Ming nodded his head, he knew that the old monk was definitely a master of the times, to be able to compete with such a person, was also an extremely rare opportunity.

The old monk sighed, he raised both of his hands lightly in front of his chest and smiled at Yang Ming, "Make your move!"

It had been many years since he last fought against someone. For him to make a move today, it was likely that it was all for a reason. There weren't many people who could make him fight, and the person before him was someone worth it.

The two of them stared at each other, the audience slowly turning and staring into each other's eyes. One person's eyes could reveal many thoughts in his heart, and it could also reveal the true good and evil in his heart.

The confrontation lasted for several minutes, but neither of them made a move. The people around them could already feel the tense atmosphere. That cold murderous intent made it hard for them to breathe.

The scene was frozen. This kind of confrontation also consumed a lot of physical strength. What they were fighting for was willpower. It was a spirit that far exceeded the meaning of martial arts itself.

In this competition of wills, Yang Ming was not at a disadvantage at all. The two of them had no intention of fighting, they just stared at each other, waiting to see who would retreat first.

It was very tiring and exhausting. Compared to a real contest, it made people even more nervous. It was also a test of one's mental strength and mental strength. The two of them had been tense the entire time, and a suffocating atmosphere permeated the air.

This was not a competition of martial arts, but a competition of hearts. It was a competition of a person's soul, a person's realm, and the deepest depths of one's heart.