It's unclear how far the journey is, the grievances and grievances in the martial arts world; who can taste the sweetness and sourness of love and hatred?
Originally, he was an angry horse in bright clothes, but he looked at him wearing a straw hat and hemp with a smile; when the stars turned, he fought with blood and killed, how many holes could he be greedy for?
Intention: Why did the disputes in the martial arts arise? Whose will is it to hold hands against each other?