As the waiter went up the stairs and entered the quiet and elegant sixth floor, he got used to the noise below and outside. As soon as Pu entered this small top floor, he suddenly felt a fresh feeling of being far away from the noise and being outside.
The layout on the sixth floor is not very splendid. There are only five round tables standing by the window. The faint incense is floating from the incense cauldron. With the gentle breeze flowing in the room, a few calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall. They are not made by famous artists, but they are
Vigorous and powerful, it has a unique charm.
All four of the clean and tidy wooden tables were vacant. The only table in front was a middle-aged man sitting at the table. The man's attire once again surprised Di Cheng and the others. He was wrapped in a green shirt and his long beard was dancing lightly.
, her long hair is tied up casually, and her resolute face matches her elegance, which is particularly eye-catching.
If you suddenly see a person dressed like this on the modern street, he will immediately become popular on the Internet and be dubbed as a time traveler. But at this moment, this situation, the man's faint aura, and the deep look under his slightly closed eyes.
The star-like eyes clearly showed this person's extraordinary identity. When the waiter came up and went down, his gentle movements and awe-filled salute confirmed their thoughts.
Di Cheng and Yang Jing exchanged glances without disturbing each other, and sat down around the round table. The man in green shirt seemed to be deep in thought, still looking out the window quietly.
It wasn't until...the aroma of meat wafting when the waiter served the wine and food ruined the elegant environment that the man in green shirt frowned slightly and looked back.
"Master, why do I feel weird?" Looking at his modern outfit, then looking at the surrounding environment and the ancient utensils on the dining table, Shalang felt so weird and weird that even his appetite was affected.
impact.
"It's not bad. You can't find this kind of environment in the city." Di Cheng looked at the environment outside the window. Although the town was big, the restaurant was high enough. From here on, he could almost see half of the town in his eyes, and his vision was wide.
Under the influence of incense and incense, the irritable heart on the street just now calmed down, and his thoughts became more active. Scanning his eyes, Di Cheng focused on observing the direction of the street and the layout of each building. Without expecting it, he suddenly discovered the guardian hermit clan.
To exist, you must at least have a clear understanding of the layout of the entire town to facilitate your future escape.
Dahan ate to himself, as if his stomach had never been full. Yang Jing and Shalang had no appetite, so they simply ate something, looked out the window, observed the layout of the town, and whispered a few words from time to time.
The man poured himself a cup of tea and gently blew the hot air from the tea cup. His particularly bright eyes turned slightly on a few people, and finally settled on Di Cheng. He said softly: "Everything in the world is for profit, and everything in the world is for profit.
The hustle and bustle is all for profit. Who knows how quiet today is, and who knows how frightened the past was. Young people, why did you come to this vast snowy land, for fame? For profit? Or maybe what you did was extraordinary."
The weird tone and difficult to understand sentences made Yang Jing, the three people who only knew fighting, frown. Fortunately, they could see that this person was extraordinary, so they just glanced at each other and did not say anything to contradict him.
Di Cheng also retracted his observation gaze and looked at this man who gave off a strange feeling. He looked at each other slightly and responded gently: "I am just a common man in the world, doing it for fame, profit, and a task that I have no choice but to do."
"Common people?" The man chuckled lightly: "Are there any saints in this world? No. There are only vulgar people and mediocre people. Are you... vulgar or mediocre?"
Di Cheng also smiled, raised his tea cup and bowed to the man with a virtual invitation: "I am trying to get myself out of the mediocrity and strive towards the common people."
"What is a mediocre person? What is a vulgar person?" The man seemed to be interested. He looked at Di Cheng quietly, with a soft tone and a smile on his lips, but an unspeakable majesty filled the space, faintly overpowering Di Cheng.
raise.
"Being mediocre and ending up doing nothing is mediocrity. Being for fame and fortune, ambition, and obsession is vulgarity."
"What's your name, what's your profit, what's your ambition, and what's your obsession?" A few strange lights flashed in the man's star-like eyes, and he spoke carefully.
"Fame is the top of the world; profit is the glory of my tenth life; ambition and obsession are the fame and profit I seek." Di Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the tea cup, and looked at the man from a distance, a kind of
A strange feeling that he had never felt before lingered in his heart. He seemed to see a shadow from the depths of the man's deep eyes, a shadow similar to his own. It was ambition and desire, but it seemed to be bound by something, so
captivity.
"The highest peak... ten generations of glory..." Sure enough, inexplicable sadness flashed across the man's eyes. Although it passed away in a flash and returned to the depths again, it was caught by Di Cheng, who was staring closely.
After a moment of silence, the man spoke again: "Obsession needs to be supported by strength, and ambition needs to be supported by opportunities. Only when the two are combined can we climb up the stairs and reach the sky. What qualifications do you have to make such a bold statement, and what qualifications do you have?"
Who qualifies you for such fame and fortune?"
"Nothing is perfect in this world. We can only keep searching, keep breaking through, and keep moving forward. Although I have just started, and I am thousands of miles away from the goal of nothingness, but..." Di Cheng's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked directly at the man in green shirt: "At least I
It’s already started.”
They looked at each other quietly, and were silent again. The man suddenly smiled and shook his head, raised the tea cup in front of him, returned the toast from Di Cheng just now, and offered his name: "My surname is Yuwen, and my name is Huangxue. Young man... what about you?
?”
"The surname is Di and the given name is Cheng."
Perhaps the exchange just now, whether intentionally or unintentionally, won his favor. Yuwen Huangxue, who had not spoken for a long time, couldn't help but start talking more: "From the east of the snow mountain?"
"From China."
"Where is China?"
"I have no home for the time being, and I have been wandering around, so I have no hometown. If I had to choose one...then Inner Mongolia."
"Come for the black fist?" Yuwen Huangxue's eyes couldn't help but turn to Yang Jing and Dahan. Their strong bodies and evil intentions could easily remind people of that kind of bloody fight.
"That's right."
"It's... Haha, then it's not." Yuwen Huangxue clearly caught Di Cheng's slight pauses and changes in tone, and made a very natural judgment. However, before Di Cheng became alert, he did not say anything about this.
Too much entanglement on the problem. "It's rare for me to come out, but I don't want to meet the right person in this chaotic place. The journey of life is really mysterious. God has decreed it. It's fair for you and me to meet here today.
Got the word fate.
There is nothing outstanding about the small town of Kham, except for the training camp and the black boxing arena. The training camp is closed to outsiders, but the black boxing arena is a wonderful place. How about, are you interested in accompanying me to watch a few games and experience it?
The style of a samurai in the snowy plains?”
"Brother Cheng." Di Cheng reminded Yang Jing and Sha Lang at the same time. Not only did this middle-aged man behave strangely, but the key was that he gave them an inexplicable threat. Especially Yang Jing, he was quite proud of his own strength.
In fact, he has grown up in fighting since he was a child. In terms of personal strength, combat experience and danger prediction, he is extremely powerful. It can make people of his level feel threatened. The person in front of him... must have another unknown layer.
tyrannical identity.
Yuwen Huangxue took a sip of the tea in the cup, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment. He stood up, straightened his fitted green shirt, and walked out. After passing through, he didn't say another word, but it was better than any invitation.
"I don't object to going to the black boxing arena, but this person is weird. Before his identity is found out, it's best to stay away from him, or not to go today." Yang Jing spoke again. He is bold and likes adventure and excitement.
, but had to consider Di Cheng’s life safety first in this dangerous situation.
Glancing at the still steaming teacup on the table in front of him, Di Cheng remained silent for a moment, then smiled softly and stood up to follow.
"Brother Cheng!" the three of them shouted.
"Let's go and see the black boxing arena." The voice floated, and Di Cheng had already stepped downstairs.
"What should I do? Do you want to inform King Kong and the others to come over?" Shalang frowned slightly. The town is a chaotic place, and the black boxing arena must be more complicated. If someone is accidentally provoked, the battle will be small, and if it triggers the guardian hermit clan,
Pay attention, but it's a bit troublesome.
"There is no need to inform King Kong. Let's go take a look first. Bring weapons and let's go!" He signaled the two of them to be careful. Yang Jing, who was feeling helpless and slightly excited, hesitated for a moment and had to follow.
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