Soul echo

Chapter 472
Different from the western style of the villa itself, the interior decoration is in the eastern style.

After the entrance is the porch, and before the porch is a screen.

The screen blocked the view of the living room, and one had to go around the screen to enter the living room.

After following the old man's footsteps into the living room, Zhong Ye and the others saw a landscape painting hanging on the side wall. The paper was only covered with black ink, but it depicted lifelike mountains and valleys.

"This painting was given to me by a friend of mine after he knew that I was going back to Westland." Finding that Zhong Ye and the others had noticed the painting, the old man explained lightly.

The painting depicts the surrounding landscape of Chang'an. The huge Chang'an city only occupies a small corner of the painting, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and disproportionate birds, animals and animals are displayed on it.

The old man also stared at the painting, and slowly said: "Every time I see this painting, I can't help but think of my journey in Dongtu...Although it was only five years, those five years were longer than my journey. Most of the years spent in life should be precious and clear."

Taking a deep breath, the old man turned around and brought a chair, took off the weapon hanging from his waist, sat down by himself, and then spread his hands, "Please."

Lily and Lilian were slightly puzzled, but Zhong Ye immediately understood, moved a chair next to him, and sat opposite the old man.

Afterwards, the old man asked the servant to move a table and put it between the two of them. After a while, a servant brought up a pot of boiling water, and put the teapot, tea leaves, and teacups on the table one by one.

Lily and Lilian sat on both sides of Zhong Ye, curiously watching the old man making tea as if showing off his skills.

"I have lived in Dongtu for five years and traveled all over the country." The old man spoke pure Dongtu dialect, which made Zhong Ye raise his eyebrows slightly.

"During those five years, I fought against the followers of the war lord in Saibei, traveled to Chang'an, Fujian, Zhejiang, and Lingnan. To this day, I can still clearly remember the prosperity of the Eastern land."

After pouring a cup of hot tea, the old man pushed the amber-like liquid over, looked at Zhong Ye, and shook his head slightly: "But you don't look like you, you don't look like someone from Dongtu."

"Why did you say that?" Zhong Ye put the teacup in front of him, and didn't drink the tea in the cup, even though with his current physical fitness, it was impossible for this temperature to hurt him.

"temperament."

The old man held the teacup in both hands, took a breath, and then took a sip of the scorching hot tea.

"Your demeanor doesn't look like an Eastern native. Even if you have an Eastern native face, you can speak Mandarin fluently, but you really don't."

As he spoke, the old man raised his hand and pointed, and Lilian looked in the direction of his finger, "The people in the East don't have 'disheveled hair' like you, only sluts do that, but you don't look like a slut either. .”

Zhong Ye tied his long hair into a ponytail and hung it behind his head. For the Eastern natives of this era, this is "disheveled hair".

Hearing this, Zhong Ye raised his hand to touch the long hair on the back of his head, and smiled, "The boy grew up in the mountains and fields since he was a child, and he is used to wandering."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that Zhong Ye was lying, but he had no intention of exposing the lie.

After that, the two fell silent, stopped talking and drank tea silently.

After they both drank a cup of tea, the old man called the servants and asked them to tear down the table and tea set.

Lily's eyes were full of doubts, and her eyes turned back and forth between the two, because they had been communicating in Eastern dialect just now, and she didn't know what the old man said to Zhong Ye before, but she was too embarrassed to interrupt their conversation dialogue.

At this moment, Zhong Ye suddenly took off the bracelet from his wrist, and put it in Lilian's hand together with the gloves he took off earlier.

Zhong Ye stretched out an arm, fixed his eyes on the old man, and said, "You are the elder, you come first."

Seeing Zhong Ye's movements, a faint smile appeared on the old man's face, and he put his hand on Zhong Ye's forearm, "Since I returned to Westland, no one has competed with me like this, and I don't know if my skills are unfamiliar. "

As soon as the words fell, Lilian and the others blinked, and saw the old man's arm suddenly raised, clenched into a fist, and hit Zhong Ye's chest. Zhong Ye's other hand was quickly raised, blocking in front of the fist, and the hand that was stretched out at the same time The five fingers gathered together, like a crane's beak, pecking at the old man's shoulder.

The two hands turned into phantoms, and in just two or three seconds, they fought for three rounds.

After three rounds, the two quickly closed their hands, put their hands on their knees, and sat upright.

After a while, the old man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "After all, I'm still old, and I lost two strokes in three rounds."

Even so, he still stretched out his arm not to be outdone, "Come again."

Zhong Ye put his hands up silently, and the four arms started to wrestle again. Lilian and the others were dazzled by the sight, and the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't understand it. Fortunately, there were also people from the Chinese martial arts circle in the audience, so they began to popularize science.

In melee bunt, the kung fu of the hands is far more important than the kung fu of the feet. The purpose of sitting on a chair is to eliminate the 'footwork' factor.

Soon after another three rounds, the old man withdrew his hands in disappointment and sighed lowly: "It seems that I am really old, and I can't accept the old..."

As he spoke, he looked up at Zhong Ye and asked, "Has your martial arts reached the level of a master?"

"Not so far." Zhong Ye answered truthfully.

Hearing this, the old man fell silent.

At this time, he finally understood why Zhong Ye came to visit him.

To cross this step is to integrate, to cross this step is to establish a sect, but how difficult is it to cross this step?
"...Actually, you've already been able to take that step." The old man sighed again, looking at Zhong Ye's eyes full of dissatisfaction, "I already have 'absolute' power and the will to penetrate reality, but You have too high demands on yourself, and there are still problems that confuse yourself, so you can't reach the realm of the master."

What does it take to become a legend?
A powerful soul, enough will to distort reality, other things are incidentals, whether there is or not has no effect on the achievement legend.

A legend may be despicable and shameless, or double-faced, but in his heart, there must be some kind of persistence, even in the face of death, he will stand before the bottom line and never retreat.

Therefore, every legend is stubborn in principle, and only stubbornness can strengthen one's will.

Zhong Ye is also stubborn, he is critical of his own martial arts, therefore, he can't become a legend before the Gang Qi is fully formed.

After a pause, the old man shook his head and continued: "You may be disappointed, I am not what you imagined, I am not a 'grandmaster', because I flinched before the 'grandmaster' realm where the distance cannot be seen , I have other insistence, for that thing, I chose 'strength'."

He chose 'power', so he became a legend.

But it's just a legend, not a 'grandmaster'.

Otherwise, even if he was old, it would be impossible for him to lose three strokes to Zhong Ye in the second round.

From the point of view of martial arts alone, the old man is far from Zhong Ye's opponent.

Swordsmanship and boxing techniques are common, and at their level, they can use their fists to perform moves in swordsmanship.

If it wasn't for the old man's martial arts being inferior to Zhong Ye's, even if Zhong Ye was better at close combat than the old man, he wouldn't be able to completely suppress it.

"I can't teach you anything. If you want to become a 'grandmaster', you can only understand it yourself."

Hearing these words, Zhong Ye nodded silently, and after chatting with the old man for a while, he apologized and left.

And just when they were about to leave, they bumped into someone who surprised them—the noble boy who had harassed Lily and Lilian before.

Seeing them, the nobleman's scalp felt numb, he stopped in his tracks, and wanted to turn around and leave.

"stop."

A plain, emotionless sentence made the nobleman stop in his tracks.

The nobleman turned his head to look at the old man, forced a smile on his face, "Grandpa..."

The old man glanced at him lightly, "Apologize."

He opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't say anything else at all.

The aristocratic children were dejected, facing Zhong Ye and the others, bowed and saluted, and solemnly said "I'm sorry".

After accepting his apology, Zhong Ye and the others left the villa.

Before they left, they also heard the scolding sound of the unlucky noble boy being grounded by his grandfather.

Lily, who was not in a pretty mood at first, couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth when she heard that voice.

(End of this chapter)