Chapter 295 A book

The next day after Fang Jie talked with the eldest princess, he arrived at the Martial Arts Academy in the morning and learned that the professors were invited into the palace by the emperor. Qiu Yu was naturally among them, so he was idle, so he planned to find Wu Yidao. Since Prince Yi's rebellion, Fang Jie had not seen this Sanjin Hou who became more and more unfathomable. If the emperor had not mentioned it, Fang Jie would not have expected that the world would be the emperor's property, and Sanjin Hou, who has always been known as the richest man in the Sui Dynasty, was just a senior worker.

It was a good morning, and the air was so cool that it felt so comfortable in my lungs. Fang Jie was not in a hurry to leave the Martial Arts Academy because he planned to go to Sanjin Hou Mansion for free at noon. If he went too early, it would be difficult to stay if the topic was finished.

With such a petty aura, he didn't take his identity as a villager seriously.

When Fang Jie passed by the canteen, he bought a bag of peanuts, braised pork and a pot of old wine. In fact, Fang Jie still doesn't know that the old servant in the library actually has a shocking background. He only knows that in Prince Yi's mansion, a mysterious strong man suddenly came and captured Xiao Zhenren, who was so angry in Qingle Mountain in just one move.

Because the emperor was planning a grand event in the world, the old man's identity was not in a hurry to be revealed. He planned to announce the old man's identity to the public on the day when Prince Yi was announced. What the Sui Dynasty needs most now is one person or one thing to improve morale.

Although the emperor did not intend to tell the world the defeat of the Northwest, the people did not know it, which does not mean that officials could pretend not to know it.

The comeback of a martial arts myth is like a shot of a heart-warming shot for the Sui Dynasty.

It is precisely because of this that the old man's identity is still in a confidential period. Although there were many people in Prince Yi's mansion that day, no one knew that the old man would be Wan Xingchen, the lobby owner of Wan Jian Hall, who had become famous all over the world more than a hundred years ago. This martial arts myth has disappeared from people's sight for too long, and no one would have thought that he would have captured Prince Yi and Zhenren Xiao by his own strength.

Fang Jie didn't know that he just thought that the old man who captured Zhenren Xiao was the hidden strength of the emperor. When he heard about this, he still felt that the emperor had no doubt about Prince Yi's rebellion. Even Zhenren Xiao was not an old pervert, and it was not difficult to kill Prince Yi among the troops. So what if Prince Yi controls the overall situation? Being taken over by someone is not a dream.

Fang Jie was not shocked too much. He thought it was not unacceptable to have such a perverted master around the emperor.

The reason why he often gave some peanuts to the old servant in the library was because every time he saw Fang Jie, he would think of his grandfather in his previous life. It was a natural sense of closeness and difficult to describe.

Fang Jie is not a god or a person born to know, so he naturally cannot guess that the mailbox of the library is the real dean of the Martial Arts Academy, and the fundamental reason why the Martial Arts Academy can become one of the most famous places in the world. Even if he has seen the Tianlong Ba Temple, he will not associate the library of the Martial Arts Academy with the Sutra Library of the Shaolin Temple, nor will he associate the nameless old monk with the old man.

When he walked into the library, the old man was indeed sitting in the position he was used to sitting. He was dozing with his jaw and his eyes, and his head was shaking, looking like a unique laziness that the old man had.

Fang Jie put the peanuts and braised meat on the table, pulled a chair and sat down opposite the old man. The old man, who seemed to be sleeping in a daze, sniffed, closed his eyes and reached out to touch a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

Fang Jie smiled and placed the wine pot in front of the old man: "I saw you drinking tea, but I have never seen you drinking."

The old man opened his eyes and looked, then sat up straight and stretched: "I could drink some when I was young. The older I got, the more I couldn't stand the spicyness of wine. Tea was good, soft, and it was good for the body. But I still drink a little wine occasionally, of course I can't drink much... I just think it's a reminiscent of the past."

Fang Jie nodded: "When I recall the past, drinking tea doesn't seem to be very good."

He wiped the dagger clean and placed the braised meat into small pieces in front of the old man: "Sometimes I wonder, at the age of my age as you, will I prefer tea instead of drinking. Then, at a certain sunset with a beautiful sunset, I picked up a wine glass and drank it a little, recalling the frivolity and presumptuousness of my youth."

"This is a good thing, sour but not smelly."

The old man smiled, pinched a small piece of meat and threw it into his mouth: "But it is a bit difficult to think about my age... But when you really get to my age, you realize that the more you recall, the more uncomfortable it feels, and there is no such thing as you said. Because many things that I think are very important to remember for a lifetime have long been blurred. Logically speaking, I should have no desires, but when I went out the door a few days ago, I found that I was a little worried..."

"What are you worried about?"

Fang answered the question.

"What if I'm worried about being so old, what if I can't get to my destination halfway? I'm already so old, walking is a very hard thing for me. If I'm so tired that I can't walk, I can't sit down and never stand up again? I think while walking, and I'm afraid, but in the end I can't bear the fear in my heart."

"And you're back?"

"Then I paid for the money to get on the carriage through the city."

The old man seemed to be very proud of his answer, and smiled, revealing the remaining teeth.

Fang Jie always thought that the old man's teeth should be intact, otherwise why would he love eating peanuts so much? So when he saw the few teeth facing each other in the old man's mouth, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

The old man saw Fang Jie's thoughts and smiled and said, "I think I don't have a few teeth, but I prefer to eat peanuts. Is it a bit pretentious?"

"Not pretentious..."

Fang Jie thought about it and said, "Do you don't accept old age or lose? At your age, you still have a heart full of fighting spirit, and your unyielding attitude towards the years and always maintain a tenacious and upward attitude, which is admirable!"

The old man gave him a blank look: "Farting, how can there be so many things that sound beautiful? I don't have a few teeth and still eat peanuts, just because I love to eat."

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Fang Jie smiled embarrassedly, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth. The old man took a sip of wine and stopped moving the wine pot. Fang Jie picked it up and took it and breathed a long sigh: "I didn't like drinking before, and I always thought drinking would make people lose their minds. Wine is something that makes people confused. Drinking too much is not beneficial."

The old man pushed the braised pork to Fang Jie, then pinched the peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth: "You are so old, so you feel so much emotion. You are so tired... I only took a sip of wine because I am too old, and drinking is harmful to my body. I only took a sip of meat because I am too old, and the meat produces phlegm. Peanuts are good..."

Fang Jie smiled and said, "It can relieve hunger and boredom, but it's also crisp."

The old man couldn't help laughing, squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Jie and asked, "I'm very curious, how can a little guy like you have the status today? I heard that he has already been awarded a title? There is also a dismissal of a fifth-rank Ranger General? Not bad, some people can't climb to the heights in their entire lives, you only took it for more than a year to climb to it."

Fang Jie shook his head: "Let's luck."

“Where is luck coming from?”

The old man asked.

This question is difficult to answer, so Fang Jie shook his head after being silent for a long time: "I don't know."

The old man smiled and said, "You don't even know where your luck comes from. How can you attribute all your success to luck?"

"But now, I think there is no more appropriate reason besides explaining it with luck... I feel kind to you when I look at you, so I don't care about anything..."

Fang Jie sighed and said, "From my birth to now, many things seem to be in my own hands. Sometimes I think success is because of my own efforts, but later I found out that it was like someone had arranged it. If it wasn't someone, it could only be attributed to luck."

The old man shook his head: "Everyone thinks he can control his own destiny, especially when he was young. When he got older, he had too many setbacks and experiences, he would think that everything in his life was destined. No matter how hard he fought, he was just a mirror and a moon. It would be better to let it go. This is a transformation, which some people call maturity, but in my opinion, it is just a passive acceptance."

He glanced at Fang Jie, with a deep meaning in his eyes that Fang Jie couldn't understand: "If you think everything about you seems to be arranged by someone else, then why not explore and who can interfere with your own destiny?"

After hearing this, Fang Jie felt unreasonably nervous: "Senior, are you..."

“Nothing.”

The old man took a sip of tea and swallowed the peanuts that had finally chewed in his mouth: "Do you want to ask me if I have seen through something? I am not a god. You can tell me about my past and present lives at a glance."

"I don't believe it."

Fang Jie shook his head: "Even if you are not a god, you must be a senior expert."

"I'm not tall"

The old man shook his head: "It's not as tall as you."

Fang Jie said: "Height is not high."

The old man smiled and said, "I heard you say something very well, that one inch of your feet is the sky. If you say this, then it can be understood as height is height."

Fang Jie smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, stop playing with me."

The old man laughed and peeled a peanut again and threw it into his mouth: "Do you think you have everything arranged by someone. Isn't this a denial of the saying of luck? How can an ordinary person have other people's involvement in life? Only extraordinary people will have extraordinary encounters."

"I heard you are going to the southwest?"

The old man asked.

"yes"

Fang Jie nodded.

The old man was silent for a while and said seriously: "It's okay to go there. No matter whether it's good or bad, it may help you to relieve your doubts. I am not a god, but I have lived long enough to see through some things at a glance. If a person is too old, he becomes a spirit, not a monster, but there will always be some weird things. Just think I am a god, and I will be right by chance. I'll be right and thank me again."

"senior……"

Fang Jie hesitated for a long time and couldn't help asking: "That day I vomited blood and fainted, and there were many poisons in my blood..."

The old man waved his hand to stop Fang Jie and asked: "It's just a little dirty thing, but it's actually not that much more than the force of urinating."

Fang Jie finally felt relieved after hearing this sentence. He had long suspected that the sudden fainting that day had something to do with others. At first he thought it was Qiu Yu, but later he was denied. If the old man had not revealed some extraordinary things today, Fang Jie would have never thought of him.

The old man took out a thin booklet from his arms and handed it to Fang Jie and said, "Seeing that you have been reading the Wanjiantang Sword Record at the beginning, it is useless to read the various things that are so complicated. I have an instinct to make my shit smoothly and urinate, will you read it?"

Fang Jie took the thin booklet and saw that there was no name on the cover. He opened it and found that the painting was a naked woman with delicate brushwork.

"Senior, is this?"

The old man glanced at it and then felt embarrassed: "Uh... I took it wrong."

He fumbled out of his arms for a while and took out a thinner book: "This is, that one is returned to me!"
Chapter completed!