Chapter 67: There is a city in the south of the Yangtze River named Gusu
Ergou jumped off the ring with the silver. He had already made up his mind in his heart. Even if he starved to death on the roadside later, he would never spend the ten taels of silver.
Only when he finishes this journey and goes back to meet his brothers and friends to brag about it will he be able to get the evidence.
With the silver in his hand, Ergou returned to the old man. When he got closer, he discovered that the old man was not as happy as Ergou expected, but instead had a flattering face.
"Hey! What's your expression? After all, I, your apprentice, won the competition. If you don't say a few words of praise, don't make it look like I lost!"
"Huh, win? Are you embarrassed to say you won?"
The old man's face was still ugly and he didn't speak any more. He turned around and walked into the inn.
The inn is not big, but it can't be said to be small. The lobby is sparsely filled with guests. After the old man came in, he found an empty seat and sat down. Ergou, who followed closely behind, sat down opposite the old man, feeling very angry.
Looking at him excitedly.
"Old man, if you don't explain your words to me clearly today, it will be the end of me. Why can't I count as a winner?"
"I think it's better to forget it. I'm afraid that after saying this, you will be ashamed of yourself."
The old man's tone was a little frivolous, but at this moment, Ergou's hair was like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"Old man, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. I won the prize justly, so there is nothing to be ashamed of."
Looking at Jiang Ergou, who was still unwilling to give up, the old man smiled contemptuously.
"Before the third level, although the outside family was strong, they were not far-reaching, so they could not fight for a long time. The inside family practiced Kung Fu, and their energy was long-lasting, but they did not have the explosive power of the outside family. The man who came to power before knew that he had to delay for time.
You win, but what about you? You go up and want to play hard with others. If they didn’t see you as a child and despise you, you would definitely lose within the first ten moves!"
"It doesn't count, it doesn't count. Old man, there is no evidence for what you said. At most, it can be regarded as my lack of combat experience and my inability to use my own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses. But in the end, I still won."
In fact, Ergou already understood in his heart that the old man was telling the truth, but he couldn't just admit that his skills were inferior to others. Then Jiang Ergou would have to lose face when he walked around the world in the future.
"It doesn't count! It's okay, then let's continue."
Looking at Jiang Ergou who was shaking his head vigorously, the old man had no intention of letting him go and planned to teach him a lesson.
"Although that man's kung fu is actually at the fifth level, but for the Tiger Fist, he is far from being able to say that he has obtained three points of essence. At most, he has five points of appearance. This kind of kung fu cannot be considered a real one among fifth levels.
A master, if you beat the odds, that's an above-average level."
"Don't talk yet."
Ergou was about to interrupt but couldn't. The old man continued after drinking a cup of hot tea brought by the waiter.
"Let's talk about your situation. Although you have just broken through to the fifth level, there is still some distance between you and that person, but the sword technique is enough to close the gap between the two and even give you a lot of advantages.
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"There is also a state of mind. Naturally, that person has never seen what a state of mind is. Of course, you don't know what a state of mind is yet, but you have opened that door by chance, so you have experienced it.
After passing the scenery inside the door, why are you still as stupid as a pig and don't know how to use it? That last knife, if you use it lightly, you can definitely put the Kunwu knife into his chest before he swings out his fist.
"
The old man's tone was very soft, but it sounded like thunder in Lie Honggang's ears.
He kept thinking about this sentence in his mind.
"Do you think of yourself as a real tiger!?"
He has been practicing boxing for ten years. During these ten years, in order to practice Tiger Boxing well, he stayed up day and night squatting next to the tiger to observe its habits, and later even slept with it.
But he has always regarded himself as a human being, a person who learns and imitates the movements of tigers. He has never thought of himself as a tiger!
I don't know since when, his boxing skills have stopped improving, and he has been stuck in the fifth level realm, unable to move forward. This time he went down the mountain, maybe he wanted to find a way to break through.
I don’t know how much time has passed. When Liehong woke up from his trance, it was already late at night, and there was only a drowsy shopkeeper.
Er was guarding the counter. Of course, the old man and Er Gou also disappeared. They most likely went back to their rooms to sleep.
"Thank you, senior, for your advice!"
Without much delay, Lie Hong just whispered, stood up and ran out of the inn. He wanted to rush back to the sect overnight because he felt that most of the disciples and even some elders in the sect had taken the wrong path.
All along, their Xingyi Sect has been thinking of ways to get closer to those animals, and it is precisely because of this that they have entered a misunderstanding.
Objects are dead, so are fists, but people are alive. I used to always think about letting people get close to boxing, but I never thought about how to make boxing more suitable for people.
This time, the words of the old man that Lie Hong had just brought back would be a big change within their sect, and would even allow their sect that followed the path of outsiders to find a way to rise!
"I found a way, I, Lie Hong, just found a way!"
In the vast darkness, that strong man ran as happily as a four or five-year-old child...
The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings for the passenger ship at midnight.
This poem was written by Zhang Ji, a poet from the previous dynasty. It is rumored that Zhang Ji arrived in Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City in the middle of the night when he went to Beijing to take the exam and returned home after failing the exam.
As the prefecture city of Suzhou, Gusu City is naturally ranked among the best cities in the world. Coupled with the Huaihe River that runs through the entire Gusu City and even the entire Jiangnan, its reputation as a water town in the south of the Yangtze River is well established.
Already.
But Hanshan Temple is different. Before Zhang Ji's poem came out, it could only be regarded as a small temple, and its reputation was not big enough. During the holidays, the wealthy families in Gusu city would rather travel a little longer.
I also want to go to the larger temples around to offer incense. At Hanshan Temple, only local people come to worship Buddha.
But after Zhang Ji wrote the poem, Hanshan Temple ushered in great changes. First, Zhang Ji's poem spread throughout Suzhou at an extremely fast speed.
There are many scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, so for a while, famous articles and sayings about Hanshan Temple came out like a spring.
Then, when these classic poems spread throughout the Zhao Kingdom, which was still dominated by the Wang family at that time, there was a craze for visiting Hanshan Temple across the country. Countless poets and poets gathered here, either to marvel at the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan or to visit the Hanshan Temple.
Although I have been unsuccessful in my life, I will not hesitate to show my talents in Hanshan Temple.
Even later, this small Hanshan Temple alarmed the royal family. The then-reigning Emperor of the Great Zhao State took this opportunity to conduct a search for the south that wasted money and money.
He used a seven-story dragon boat as the lead boat, followed by ninety-eight five-story ceremony boats, making up the number of ninety-nine. This trip to the south of the Yangtze River was considered a complete one.
This laid the foundation for the disaster of his Wang family...
Today's Hanshan Temple is no longer the original shabby settlement. After countless repairs and expansions, the Hanshan Temple now covers an astonishing one thousand acres.
Now, the world's leading Hanshan Temple is quietly located on the bank of the Huaihe River, looking at the excitement, prosperity, and human fireworks in Gusu City...
"Old man, what's ahead is Gusu City!"
On the calm Huaihe River, there was an ordinary small boat carrying people, and the voices of two dogs came from it.
"Hehehe, it must be your first time to our Gusu City! I can guarantee that you will never want to leave after you have been here. If you are just passing by, then leave quickly to avoid falling into this gentle countryside.
Then you won’t be able to leave.”
The person who answered was not the old man, but the boatman who was punting the boat. When he spoke, he always had a warm smile on his face, but when he talked about Gusu City, he couldn't help but feel a little more proud.
It happened to be night when Ergou and the others came, but the lights in Gusu City were brightly lit.
What a Jiangnan water town! What a city that never sleeps in Suzhou!