Chapter 184 The Buried Kendo! The Nameless One in the Martial Arts World!
Inside the light curtain.
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Old age, vicissitudes of life, and loneliness.
At this moment, when these martial arts masters saw this old man with an old face, they couldn't help but widen their eyes with disbelief on their faces.
No way!
After seeing this old man, these martial arts masters really couldn't compare this old man with the fourth sword myth.
There is simply no comparability between the two.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a black divine eagle, as big as a calf, landed suddenly outside the thatched house.
Whoops!
When the wings of this black divine eagle were flying, the strong wind whipped up caused the cup of tea in the old man's hand to sway.
No! What made the cup of tea sway was not the fierce wind, but the old man's hands holding the tea cup. At this moment, the other person's hands were trembling a little. However, the old man didn't seem to notice.
Seeing nothing, he kept nodding his head, looking happy.
After all, he has lived in seclusion in this valley for so many years, with only this black divine eagle as his companion. Speaking of it, this black divine eagle can almost be said to be his old friend, beloved relative and friend.
"Come on, Divine Eagle, sit down."
Looking at the descending black divine eagle, Dugu Qiubai stretched out his hand and said happily.
Then, he walked outside the courtyard of the thatched house, where a tea table was placed. He sat near the tea table, took the black teapot, poured a pot of hot water, shook it a few times, and then
The hot teapot tilted slightly and filled two teacups.
In fact, the tea in this teapot is neither sweet nor delicious. Instead, it is because the old man dried the tea leaves himself, so the tea tastes a bit bitter.
However, for a peerless master who only wants to be defeated but cannot obtain it, Dugu Qiubei can endure so many years of loneliness, so how could he not be able to tolerate the bitter taste of this coarse tea?
Only when a person can endure the loneliness in his heart can he endure all the loneliness in the world.
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Outside the light curtain.
The martial arts masters from "The World of Heroes" and "The World of Bad People" on this side.
There are also martial arts masters among them who know how to live. Therefore, with just one glance, they can recognize that the tea the old man brews himself is simply the crudest kind of tea.
This kind of taste is not worth mentioning!
However, for these martial arts masters, although they do not know why this [fourth martial arts myth] in front of them ended up living a miserable life alone...
However, they are very sure in their hearts that if the old man in front of them is really the [Fourth Wulin Myth], then he will definitely not be able to afford that kind of expensive tea...
Every martial arts master in the innate realm is an invisible rich man!
No! In other words, every martial arts master in the innate realm is a master who is not short of money.
So, the only conclusion is that this old man has fallen in love with this simple life.
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Hulong Villa.
"If this old man is really the fourth swordsman myth, then the other party can actually endure such an ordinary life..."
"So, this old man is also a true seeker of truth!"
Hou Zhuwu, the God of Iron Courage, raised his head and looked at the white light curtain in mid-air. Looking at the old man inside the light curtain, he couldn't help but flash his eyes and praised with emotion on his face.
For the Iron God Hou Zhuwu, if his strength reaches such a state of invincibility, he will refuse to live such a simple life.
This is also the reason why Hou Zhuwu, the iron courage god, can only be a [sixth martial arts myth], not a higher level martial arts myth...
The character and temperament of Hou Zhuwu, the iron-hearted god, represent what his future path will be like!
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Jiangnan, the mansion of Wan Sanqian.
In the study.
"It's a pity that such an old man who likes peace has ended up in a miserable old age."
Wan Sanqian raised his head and looked at the old man in the light curtain in front of him. He couldn't help but shake his head and muttered to himself with a sigh on his face.
Wan Sanqian is a businessman, not a warrior, so he never knows what is most important to a warrior.
However, Wan Sanqian is a very shrewd businessman, so he can see the old man's situation at a glance.
Invincible in the world, retreat into the world.
Spending your days wasting away with an eagle as a friend.
This is Wan Sanqian’s guess about this old man.
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Jiangnan, Huajia.
Inside the stone pavilion.
Ximen Chuixue, Lu Xiaofeng and others looked at the kendo legend who lived an ordinary life in front of them. Instead of showing any pity or pity, their faces showed admiration.
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Inside the light curtain.
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Dugu Qiubei squinted his eyes and looked at the bitter-smelling cup of tea in his hand. He drank it all in one gulp and said with a slight smile: "Human! The most difficult thing in this life is to be ordinary.
Living a good life, when I was young, I liked to enjoy good tea and wine, but when I got old, I actually liked this kind of bitter tea."
"This life is full of hardships and joys."
As he spoke, Dugu Qiubai slowly held the teacup in his hand. The teacup was swaying, but his eyes did not stay on the teacup at all. Instead, he raised his head and looked outside the thatched house.
place.
There, there is a world that many people are looking forward to.
There are things that many people dream of.
However, that was the place where he had lost interest.
Following Dugu Qiubai's deep gaze, one can clearly see that around the valley, there are grasses growing, orioles flying, ivy trees, crows flowing, and all this beautiful scenery seems to be gestating a different kind of beauty.
Vitality!
This is why Dugu Qiubai likes to sit outside the thatched house and look at the valley.
Suddenly, Dugu Qiubai's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to see something. He stretched out his slightly trembling right hand, pointed at a cliff not far away, and murmured: "That's where I am buried."
Everything! Including my sword and kendo!"
"It's a pity. I only wanted to be defeated but I couldn't get it. Now, my sword and my swordsmanship are going to be affected, and they will be buried with me in this secluded valley."
As he spoke, there was no trace of sadness in Dugu Qiubai's eyes, but his words were full of reluctance.
At this moment, Dugu Qiubai no longer has the slightest bit of the sword demon's grace, but is just a lonely old man living alone in his later years.