"Could it be that you practice martial arts only because you love it? Because you like it? You don't want anything else?"

Ye Qingtian asked with puzzled eyes.

Before coming, he really did not expect that Ye Fan would have such an attitude towards this matter.

This has to make Ye Qingtian curious, what is Ye Fan's original intention to practice martial arts?

He didn't think that Ye Fan's involvement in martial arts was purposeless.

After all, to be able to achieve such achievements in martial arts at such an age must have experienced incomparable hardships and tribulations.

Only the fingers that bleed can make the world's absolute sound.

Only after going through hellish ordeals can one develop the power to create heaven.

And there must be a reason for all of this, a reason for Ye Fan to endure suffering and pain.

In the past, Ye Qingtian thought that this reason was fame, fortune and power.

But now it seems that he guessed wrong.

Ye Fan's original intention didn't seem to be like this.

Facing Ye Qingtian's question, Ye Fan didn't speak.

He just put down his teacup, then turned around, looked at the clear water in front of him, and his expression became serious: "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course, as long as you want to say."

"I'm really curious, what kind of original intention is it that can support you to reach the height you are today."

Ye Qingtian's tone was a little urgent.

Even if he is as calm as him, it is difficult to hide the curiosity in his heart at this moment.

Ye Fan suddenly smiled slightly, and said slowly: "I dabble in martial arts, not for fame, nor for power."

"It's because of a past, because of a humiliation that year, because of an unbearable past."

"More precisely, hatred."

"For so many years, I have devoted myself to cultivation and worked hard to become stronger, just so that one day in the future, I can rely on my own strength to return to the place where my mother and I suffered so much humiliation."

"I want to regain the lost dignity, I want to seek justice for my mother, and I want to make all the people who insulted me and despised me back then regret it."

Huh~

The cold wind was bitter, and the sky was full of wind and snow.

The surface of the lake in front of him was also under the cold wind, with thousands of ripples.

In the cold wind, Ye Fan stood expressionless and stood with his hands behind his back.

But who knows what kind of sharpness and coldness he has in his heart when he says these words.

Even though it has been so long, Ye Fan still vividly remembers that scene back then.

That kind of helplessness and despair called "every day should not be answered", the kind of humbleness and shame of being bullied and ridiculed by others, left an indelible shadow on Ye Fan's young mind for the rest of his life. JrNovels.com