1741: C1741 A Tiger Hoping to Find Its Claws

C1741 A Tiger Hoping to Find Its Claws

There was an organization that was very powerful many years ago. It was so powerful that it could save the world and stop all evil forces.

A few years later, the world peace, the smoke is no longer there, the organization that built the great contributions in that era was gradually forgotten, after all, in the peaceful era, people do not want to see the appearance of heroes.

Heroes were great words, but they were built with blood, tragedy, life and even injustice. In a truly prosperous world, there was no need for Heroes. Heroes only stood out to stop evil when it appeared.

Thus, when evil disappeared, just like the derogatory "The hare is dead and the dog roasted", it was time for the hero to leave as well.

In that particular era, 1973 was a hero, shattering the evil plot that came from there, so it was shining, praised and worshipped, but when the evil went away, was there any need for it to exist at all?

Just like a sharp killing sword, but after the world was cleared up, the sword should be sheathed. This was what the martial artists of 1973 believed, so after the golden age arrived, martial arts demanded that one retreat from the martial arts world and spend the rest of their life fighting for it with their blood.

Wasn't the reason why heroes fought with their lives on the line so that they could allow themselves and others to live a good life?

Now that the golden age had arrived, a hero becoming a mortal and living a happy life filled with annoyance and vexation over trivial matters was the best ending, wasn't it?

In that particular era, 1973 had paid a considerable price. It had shattered the evil plot, and there had been countless forerunners who had lain in the ground forever. When the golden age comes, we are qualified to enjoy the good life that is exchanged with blood. Why should we retire and live the life of mortals?

If you lived the life of a mortal, then why were there so many predecessors in 1973, one after the other, fighting against evil? How could he be like the majority of mortals, living a life that was already ordinary?

If the country was going to rise and perish, what could they do to ordinary people?

Since he had already paid the price of blood for his precious life, he should enjoy the fruits of his victory.

As the saying goes, having paid too much already, no matter how much you enjoy it, it's still reasonable, isn't it?

Continuing to exist, it was time to retire, becoming the focus of repeated rebuttal in 1973. After much dispute between the two sides, they finally parted ways: if each of them went their own way, those who liked to live as a retired mortal and those who enjoyed the treatment of heroes, they had to stick to the plate of 1973.

That year, in the special era, the people who had contributed greatly to the country, 1973, separated from the rest of the country. It could be said that all the people in the martial way had become mortals after giving up their lives and blood for the honor of being a hero.

In that special era, all the literati who had assisted in setting up a plan to block the path of martial arts and provided backup plans were peacefully enjoying the fruits of their victory.

After so many years had passed, it was as if the martial arts had completely vanished from the mortal world. The blood, blood, and life they had once paid had already been forgotten by others, even forgotten by themselves.

As for the literary world, a superb heroic life made them feel like they were a pool of water that was no longer flowing, slowly rotting away. They were like Zheng Shanshan and the others, lying on the tablets of the ancestors and living freely and unrestrainedly, not knowing that their performance was already detested by the seniors who attended the 'East Pavilion Meeting' back then. It was just that they had been able to endure it ever since due to the former glory of their ancestors.

How long was he going to endure?

The seniors who had attended the East Pavilion Meeting all felt that once they returned, the new generation of successors would slowly digest or eat up the 1973 already changed nature. The son of a mouse was definitely a mouse, but the heir of a hero was not necessarily a sage who cared for the people.

However, these elders did not expect that 1973 would become lively here before they had even closed their eyes.

Actually, the reason why 1973 was so active was nothing compared to when Zheng Shanshan shot a person in anger because of her car search by the Enforcer back then.

They were only catching Chen Qing's culprits twenty years ago. To them, this was not even a big deal!

But who would have thought that a seemingly ordinary 'small matter', a Shieh Hongyan with no background, would become the prelude to the end of the road for 1973?

Shieh Hongyan might not be that important, but the problem was that she had Gao Fei, who was in the limelight recently!

She was Gao Fei's woman.

When Loong Wu and others went to the Central Hospital to capture Shieh Hongyan, Gao Fei told her in a domineering manner: "My woman must not be bullied!"

Thus, a trivial matter (Chen Qing had died for so many years, and he had committed all sorts of crimes against men and women, so it was better to die than to live on, so why should there be any more trouble for his death) had caused such a great trouble, which, for 1973, was not necessary.

Many people thought so. After all, Gao Fei's current contribution to the Holy Dynasty was also worth mentioning. Both sides could have sat down, or 1973 could have negotiated with him to resolve this matter in a civilized manner.

But 1973 did not.

It was simple. For more than forty years, no one, no one, had dared to challenge the 1973.

It was just like a tiger that was used to rampaging. Its wildness had long since left, but it did not realize that after being bitten by a wolf, it would not be able to negotiate peacefully with it.

Thus, the tiger began to counterattack.

However, the tiger did not realize that it was no longer the tiger that had dominated the world for decades. After living a comfortable life for so long, its sharp claws and teeth had become dull.

The tiger was even more reluctant -- at this point, it still did not want to solve the problem by peaceful means. Instead, it became more aggressive and tried to stop the wolf in every way.

Unfortunately, the tiger did not fulfill its wish, and instead made a few mistakes while dealing with the wolf. It received a certain amount of damage, and sadly provoked the other wolf to join in the battle to kill it.

Only the 1973 Wen Dao supported it, it was the tiger without claws and sharp teeth, while Gao Fei and Shen Yinbing were the wolf that dared to challenge the tiger.

This was especially the case for Shen Yinbing, the ferocious female wolf. After losing some confidence, she had sneakily and unilaterally launched a sneak attack on the aged '1973, and had ruthlessly torn off a few pieces of its flesh!

After Lin Yiyi and Dong Haoran were killed, Zheng Fu finally realized that this was no longer the golden age for martial arts and civil war to complement each other. Whether it was a conspiracy or coming to force, 1973 was full of people.

Right now, 1973 had only a few brainy scholars left — the only military force that Zheng Shanshan was in charge of, but it was rotten and had to be disbanded.

Some said that in the face of great power, any conspiracy would no longer be a problem.

Gao Fei and Shen Yinbing, who colluded with each other now, were undoubtedly too powerful. The 1973 conspiracy was like an egg hitting a rock, and other than getting hit on the head, there was nothing else that they could do.

The death of Lin Yiyi and the others completely destroyed Zheng Fu's belief in 1973. It also encouraged him to engage in martial arts for the third time. He hoped that they could return to 1973 and protect what he exchanged with his life and blood forever.

The second time Zheng Fu went to see Old Man Gao, he mentioned that he went to see Martial Arts and promised to return.

However, Zheng Shanshan and the others' poor performances caused the people in the martial arts to hesitate once again. "What we are fighting for is for these people to live on arrogantly?"

Therefore, even though Zheng Fu had killed Zheng Shanshan in time, there was no clear answer to the question of martial arts. That was, until Lin Yiyi and the others were killed.

The deaths of Lin Yiyi and the others made Zheng Fu realize that this was the only chance for him to return to the path of martial arts. If he failed this time, there would be no need for him to survive.

Martial arts was the tiger's claws and fangs to 1973. Only when they returned would the tiger be able to laugh at the world. This was a simple truth, and Zheng Fu understood it very well.

But at the same time, he also knew that martial arts had been separated from the literary world for a long time: everyone was a family, and in those days, the sacrifices made by martial arts were many times more than the sacrifices made by the literary world. The world is peaceful, why did you have to live such a good life? We are living in the mortal world, and now you are encountering difficulties, that's why you want us to come out of the mountains and fight for you.

Zheng Fu had already expected such a reaction at the tournament.

Therefore, in order to bring the martial arts back to its former glory, he had used his last trump card: Sheh Zhonghsing and his men would commit suicide at Gao Fei's wedding on the afternoon of the second day after Lin Yiyi and the others were assassinated.

Zheng Fu hoped that Sheh Zhonghsing and the other five people would die miserably in the Martial Dao. He hoped that they could feel the deep brotherly affection between the two parties.

He promised that if the martial way hadn't been moved, then there would still be more deaths.

It was like a moth flying into a flame, one after the other. Even though he had died, he would not regret it.

And most of all, it was the biggest secret of Jack's life: In order to return martial arts, half an hour after Lin Yiyi and the others had been killed, he had done the only thing he had ever done to the country.

Of course, even if he died, he wouldn't speak of it.

It was a dimly lit room, with only a table and two chairs. The two of them appeared to be extremely empty, making the woman sitting behind the table look like a ghost that didn't exist in the world.

It was very ethereal.

Zheng Fu sat on the chair in front of the table. His back was straight and his hands were on his knees. His eyes were closed and motionless like a clay sculpture.

On the table was a laptop.

On the computer, there was a tragic scene of Sheh Zhonghsing committing suicide on the 'live broadcast'.2

When Sheh Zhonghsing's voice completely disappeared from the world, the woman stretched out her hand to close the notebook and sighed faintly: "Sigh, why would I do that? Zheng Fu, you should know that these people don't have to die.

"It's not that I'm stubborn, it's that I believe."

Zheng Fu opened his eyes and said lightly, "As the nominal leader of 1973, I cannot sit by and let it be humiliated. That is a humiliation to our ancestors and is worth us using our blood to wash it away."

The woman was silent for a moment, then she said, "Give me time, I'll think about it."

"Alright."

Zheng Fu didn't say anything, but when he stood up and walked towards the door, he said: "I hope you can be faster because your decision directly affects whether or not anyone dies every four hours."

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