Under One Person: One Person Goes

Many years later, Zhang Chulan, who won the championship of the Longhu Mountain Luotian Dajiao Competition, knelt in front of his master Zhang Zhiwei. He did not immediately ask his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi to return to his ancestral home, but asked Zhang Zhiwei a question instead.

"Master, I heard from my grandfather that he should have been the one to receive the Heavenly Master's ordination on your behalf, but why did you still ask Grand Master to teach you the Heavenly Master's ordination?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Chulan in front of him, stroking his long beard, and his memory went back to many years ago, when he had fought with the old friend at the 80th birthday party of old man of the Lu family.

"Zhang Zhiwei, I still don't believe that you are the best in the world."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled.

"Chu Lan, many years ago, I asked a friend a similar question. My old friend gave me the answer, which is also the answer I gave you. It is nothing more than seven words: national hatred and family resentment are hard to resolve."

"An old friend? An old friend of Master? Does Grandpa know him?"

"How could Huaiyi not know him? He just had some difficulties to overcome, so he chose to go down the mountain."

"Master, can you tell me the story of this old friend?"

"Well, in this long night, I will chat with you, a young man, about the past."