Chapter two hundred and seventy-eight: rowing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat
In Luoyang City, an old man with bright energy, face like the bottom of a pot, and scars all over his face stood alone in the courtyard, squinting at the sky with his hands behind his back. Although there was nothing strange in the sky at this time, the old man
His face was still filled with sadness. He looked at it for an unknown amount of time before he sighed helplessly: "Finally we met."
"What happened?"
A pretty woman slowly walked up to the old man. The woman was only twenty-three years old. She had a face like a hibiscus, a waist like a willow, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, her eyebrows were like spring mountains, her eyes were filled with autumn water, and they were narrow and jade-like.
The bamboo shoots are slender and graceful, and her charm cannot be fully described.
The pretty women have black hair that looks like ink dye, and they are all wearing pink long skirts. They move their bow shoes lightly, the skirt slowly moves, and the fine pleats spread out like water patterns, making them even more graceful and graceful, like trailing blue waves.
The old man turned his head and glanced at the pretty woman. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, his granddaughter turned out to be so graceful. But I don't know why that silly boy Xiaodao just doesn't like his granddaughter. He doesn't want such a cheap wife, but
It's not stupid, it's nothing.
"Grandpa, I'm asking you something." The pretty woman shouted unhappily when the old man didn't reply.
"Haha, it's nothing." The old man replied with a smile.
"Since it's nothing, why are you looking at the sky alone here?" The pretty woman didn't seem very satisfied with the old man's answer.
"I just couldn't sleep at night, so I came out to take a look." The old man with a scarred face explained helplessly.
"When will that bastard come back?" The pretty woman knew what the old man was thinking at this moment, so she simply asked it herself.
"It should be soon." The old man replied with a smile.
"Grandpa, how long are you going to lock him up when he comes back this time?" the pretty woman asked with her little mouth raised.
"No need to close it this time."
"What, grandpa, do you mean that he can complete the task assigned to him this time?" The pretty woman exclaimed, then curled her mouth and shouted: "Impossible, what kind of temperament does he have, I still don't know, every time
Every time I go out, I swear to tell my dad to come back with the head, but every time I come back empty-handed. I really don’t know what my dad thinks. Every time I ask him to kill someone, he doesn’t even dare to kill a chicken, let alone a human being.
.”
"Your father only let him out because he knew he couldn't kill him." The old man walked towards the house.
The pretty woman was stunned for a moment, stretched out her hand to support the old man, and asked in a low voice: "You mean my father doesn't want to kill those people?"
"My granddaughter Zhan Lexin is smart." The old man smiled and said slowly: "Actually, it's not your father who wants to kill these people, but it's not that your father doesn't want to kill them either, so he lets that kid go out. Kill him or not.
, listen to fate.”
"Oh." The pretty woman nodded in understanding, and then asked: "Then why did grandpa say that there is no need to lock up that bastard this time?"
"Because when he comes back this time, he will lock himself up, so I don't need to lock him up. Of course, he may not come back at all."
"What? Can't come back? How is that possible?" the pretty woman exclaimed.
"How is it impossible?" the old man asked with a smile.
"Although he doesn't kill anyone every time, he doesn't lose. How could he not come back this time? Is it possible that he is going to lose this time?" The pretty woman has been growing up in Zhengyizhuang since she was a child. What does the other party do with a knife when he goes out?
Very understandable.
"Maybe he loses, maybe he wins, but I would rather he lose this time."
"How can any master expect his apprentice to lose?" the pretty woman asked unhappily.
"Haha, losing is good for him, winning is repaying him!" Zhan Lexin laughed loudly, then looked up at the sky and said: "Slave, I have never fought with you, this is a great regret in life.
, Today your young master met my apprentice, and I don’t know who lost and who won between the two of them. My stupid apprentice, although his qualifications are mediocre, I have learned some skills, and I have three or four points. I don’t know.
How much skill can you give your young master?"
"Who is this slave?" the pretty woman asked curiously.
"..." Zhan Lexin heard this, paused for a moment, and whispered: "A master."
The pretty woman froze on the spot, as if there was thunder in her ears. The old man walked back to the room without knowing it. After all, she had been with the old man since she was sensible, and she had never heard her grandfather say the word master, even to herself.
When my father talked about the past, his evaluation of the swordsman Li Taibai was just average, but he called this slave a master. How could the pretty woman not be surprised?
When the woman came to her senses and found that the old man had returned to the room, the pretty woman quickly followed the old man's footsteps and asked as she chased him: "Can that bastard Grandpa Fang Xiaodao really lose?"
"I don't know, it depends on fate." The old man replied calmly.
"Haha, it would be great if he loses. I can humiliate him, but he can't die. If he dies, who will I bully?" For some reason, the pretty woman heard Fang Xiaodao want to say.
After losing, as a playmate who grew up together, I didn't feel worried at all. Instead, I seemed to be happy to stay home and enjoy the misfortune.
"It's getting late, Su Su goes back to bed." At this moment, a man wearing a purple gold crown, a resolute face with a hint of seriousness, a purple gown, and a topaz belt around his waist appeared.
Behind the pretty woman.
The pretty woman looked back at the man, curled her lips and said, "I know, daddy."
After saying this, the pretty girl Zhan Susu ran to her room with brisk steps. The middle-aged man looked at his daughter's back and smiled helplessly, then walked to the old man's room.
"Father," Zhan Shangwu, the owner of Zhengyi Manor, shouted respectfully.
"It's so late, why are you here?" The old man Zhan Lexin sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and whispered.
"That kid seems to have used your Heavenly Way Wuwei. Isn't there something wrong with that?" Zhan Shangwu asked with a frown.
"He has already used it. What can I do? If I had known, I wouldn't have taught him." The old man sighed helplessly.
When Zhan Shangwu heard what the old man said, he stopped asking any more questions and slowly exited the door, not disturbing the old man's rest anymore.
The way to practice martial arts and the cultivation of the heart are mostly based on a step-by-step, accumulation-based rule. Of course, there may be some people among them who are special, such as Xuan Zheng's younger brother Xuan Xie. Xuan Xie was born to be a Xuantian third-grade
realm, but no matter how hard he works, Xuantian will be the top in his life.
, Cultivation can only allow him to maintain his current state, but it cannot allow him to go further, but most people are sailing against the current or retreating if they do not advance. If Fang Xiaodao defeated Li Longqian today by relying on the way of heaven, then Fang Xiaodao's
The state of mind will be affected, and the person will not achieve any great achievements in the future.