Sincere Heart in Jianghu

"When do you plan to leave?" He Chongzhi looked at him.

Yang Ming answered, "After meeting you today, I am prepared to leave immediately. I have already left home for a few days, and now that all the doubts in my heart have been resolved, I can't help but feel homesick!"

"Alright, then this old man has nothing else to say. Have a safe journey, and take good care of your wife!"

After bidding farewell to him, Yang Ming walked out, while He Chongzhi sat alone in front of the spirit of Lord Long, looking at Yang Ming's back, he gently shook his head, "Lord Long, I do not know if I am doing the right thing, maybe I have changed his life forever, I have promised you, I will always be by your side, now that you have left, my heart is cold, I am old too!"

He took out a short sword from beside him and said, "This was personally gifted to me by you that year. I still remember you telling me that practicing such a good martial art, the life and dignity of a martial artist no longer belonged to you. You wanted the two of us to work together for the sake of the world, for the sake of this country, for the sake of a hundred years of stability."

"Today, we have all done it. For our goal, we killed too many innocent people, yet we saved even more innocent people. Only we know in our hearts that every day, I will blame myself for the sins I committed."

He stopped and slowly caressed the small knife, "Lord Long, it's been fifty years. I'm tired, and I will go with you, now that the world is peaceful and the crown prince is mature, our wishes have been fulfilled."

He gently placed the knife on his throat and slowly closed his eyes. With a slight movement of his hand, a straight cut ran across his throat, and blood slowly flowed down from his neck to his clothes, then to his body, all the way to the ground.

A smile finally appeared on his face. His life had ended just like that, and now, he was able to apologize to the people of this world. A feeling of relaxation that he had never felt before arose from his heart.

For him, this was a type of release and also a type of happiness. He had been worrying about a lot of things during his daily life in this world, and many things could not be missed.

Fifty years. He had gone from a youth to an old man, and in fifty years, he had gone from an ordinary person to the person with the greatest authority in this world.

Fifty years, his own efforts to build a stable Jianghu, a stable home.

Maybe he could close his eyes, maybe he could really rest. His heart was tired, his spirit was tired.

He gently wiped the blood with his hand and placed it in front of his eyes. The blood was very red, so red that it was stinging his eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment and felt that there was no true qi left in his body.

His body slowly fell down and landed heavily on the ground with a bang! He didn't feel any pain, nor did he feel any changes. He only felt his body and heart slowly fly into the air, not knowing where they were going to fly to.

He closed his eyes and waited for the blood to dry. The whole process was very quiet, and even the palace maids and eunuchs not far away did not notice it.

Finally, the crowd saw a red mark on the ground, and only then did they come to their senses. Slowly, more and more people began to surround him.

The expressions on their faces all became lifeless. Their eyes were widened and their mouths were wide open. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Why did he do this?

Lord Long had been together when they were young, and with every step, the two of them had walked together. In this world, Lord Long was the person who understood him the most, and was also the person he respected the most. For the sake of this appreciation, for the sake of this bosom friend of his, his heart had died along with Lord Long's departure.

There wasn't much weeping, only light sobbing. They knew that the friendship between these two had long since surpassed any language in the world. Such a great emotion was difficult for the people of this world to understand.

His blood had dyed the entire mourning hall red with the hearts of the heroic men around him. They had set these two as their role models. For the sake of the people of the world, they would not care about their own fame or even their own happiness.

And Yang Ming, who had just left, knew of this news as well. He knelt in the direction of the Imperial Palace, and kowtowed a few times deeply.

His heart and spirit had both received a huge blow, and the actions of He Chongzhi had already been deeply imprinted in his heart. In this life, he would forever remember the pair of kind eyes when he looked at.

Without a hero like him in the world, many people would feel lonely in the world. In addition to sadness, Yang Ming's heart was also shaken.

If it was him, he would definitely not be as good as He Chongzhi. A person's most important thing was not to show their heroic deeds, but to do the most heroic things, and even though it was misunderstood by the people of the world, he could still maintain his calm heart. And He Chongzhi was able to do it, because such a realm was something that the people of the world could not reach.

Yang Ming's respect for him grew deeper and deeper. In his heart, he had already become a character similar to his master, so he must report this person's Jianghu heart to them and become a true person that was useful to the martial arts world and the society. He was not like the dissolute son of the martial arts world, who would do anything for the sake of his dignity.

The palace had thought that chaos would ensue when the two most important people passed away one after the other. However, the successor that they nurtured was just like how they were back then. Calm and collected, they had already taken care of everything without them even realizing it.

The young faces that were brimming with vitality faced their corpses one after another. Those people's faces were the same as Yang Ming's, full of respect and ambition.

Under the stimulation of this spirit, these young people slowly grew up and became the pillars of this society. One day, they would be able to completely report the legacy of their ancestors and bring it to great heights.

Yang Ming knelt for a long time, the tears on his face flowed silently, the day before yesterday, the blade and sword light seemed to have just happened, but before his eyes, Lord Long and He Chongzhi had already left.

His heart could not help but feel lonely as the two people he had risked his life to defend left just like that. Although he vaguely sensed that He Chongzhi had done something, he did not expect him to commit suicide in front of the spirit of Lord Long.

Blood not only dyed the horizon red, but also dyed the hearts of every person with the core heart of Jianghu.