Xiang Wentian followed the old man's instructions and arrived at the bridge ahead of time. Similarly, he came alone. She told the blonde that she had something to do and that she wouldn't be bringing him to practice for the next few days. Seeing that it was about time for the appointment, the old man slowly pulled the garbage cart from the river road of the small bridge.
When Xiang Wentian saw this, he quickly walked down the bridge and came over to help push the cart onto the bridge. The old man did not say anything to thank him. The handcart had just pulled up the bridge when Xiang Wentian heaved a sigh of relief and let go. The handcart, which had not stopped on the bridge, suddenly slid down with a whoosh and rolled down the bridge.
The old man turned around and shouted at him,""Hurry up and pull him up!" His voice was not loud, but his tone was unquestionable. It was as if the young man had made a mistake when the cart slid down.
Xiang Wentian instinctively stepped aside when the cart slid down. When he heard the old man's words, he stood there in a daze. It was obvious that the old man in front had let go of his hand and asked the cart to slide down. He could see it clearly from behind. He really could not figure out what the old man's intention was.
He then looked at the old man, who was standing on the bridge with a relaxed expression. After saying that, he did not even look at him. He took out the yellow smoke pipe and slowly filled it up. He lit a match with a puff and took a deep breath of the smoke. Then, he exhaled it out from his nose. Instantly, the smoke rose. The smell of tobacco stimulated him. Xiang Wentian couldn't help but cough. He saw that the old man seemed to be waiting for him to pull the cart up.
The thoughts in his mind spun a few times, but Xiang Wentian still couldn't vent his anger on this old man. He just treated it as if he had been played by the old man. With this thought in mind, he slowly walked down the bridge and pushed the cart up with difficulty.
The old man was leaning against the railing, with no intention of coming down to help him. He was purely testing the patience of this unfamiliar young man. An old man he didn't know was making fun of him like this. Xiang Wentian felt a surge of anger in his heart. He wanted to scold him, but he couldn't. After all, he was facing an old man. Perhaps he had some dementia. As a good young man, he should just be a good example and leave quickly after helping him.
With this thought in mind, Xiang Wentian gritted his teeth and finally pulled the heavy cart up. It looked like it was filled with waste paper boxes, but it was unexpectedly so heavy. He didn't even want to wipe his sweat here. Xiang Wentian stopped the cart on the bridge and turned to leave.
Just as Xiang Wentian turned around and took a step forward, he heard the old man's deep voice behind him,"Young man, are you unhappy? If you want to scold the old man, just scold him. Don't hold it in!”
Ha, I'm really surprised. This old man can even see through my thoughts. I'm afraid he's really not a simple old man. Xiang Wentian, who wanted to leave, did not take a step forward. Instead, he turned around and looked at the old man. He saw that the old man was also looking at him with a faint smile. He really did not know what this old man was doing. Could it be that he wanted to make things difficult for him just because he was a worker? It didn't seem like it.
The old man took a puff of his cigarette, his face completely covered in smoke. He slowly said,"Old people can't stand it. Young man, do your best and help the old man push the cart to my house.”
As he spoke, the old man turned around and strode forward, implying that he was leading the way and had to push the cart alone. Was this a good thing? He wanted to pay the debt himself. He was carefree, but he wanted this young man to work himself to death. Was he still like an old man? He didn't have the morals to love children at all.
Xiang Wentian wanted to give up, but he saw that the old man was about to walk down the bridge. If he didn't follow, he wouldn't even be able to see where the old man had gone. He wanted to see what this old man wanted to do to him. He had no money or power for others to use. At most, he would use his free energy.
He followed the old man silently as he pushed the cart to the cement road that led to the bridge. After walking for a long time, they came to a slope. There was no one else living around. Only a dilapidated tile-roofed house stood there. The front and back of the house were covered with trees. In the distance, there were vegetables grown by various farmers. The people in the suburbs grew vegetables more valuable than anything else.
Arriving at the front of the small house, the old man said softly,""We're here, young man. Push the cart to the back of the house.”However, he went straight into the house. There was a garbage dump behind the house. All kinds of garbage were piled on the open-air drying ground, emitting a musty smell.
When Xiang Wentian came out from the back of the house, the old man was already sitting in the open space in front of the house, leisurely smoking. He walked past the old man and planned to leave just like that. Suddenly, for some reason, he wanted to say something. He felt a little unwilling to leave without a sound. He wanted to say hello to the old man, but he turned his body and wanted to say,"Old man, the cart is ready. How are you going to thank me?”
Unexpectedly, before he could finish his sentence, a strong wind suddenly blew against his face. Without a doubt, it was this arrogant old man in front of him who had attacked him. Xiang Wentian was already angry. Not only did he not get a good reward for doing a good deed, but he was also humiliated by this old man. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was an old man, he would have long cursed at him. He didn't dare to think about how powerful his men were. He had some idea in his heart.
He didn't want to do anything to the old man, but the old man had attacked him. Moreover, he had launched a sudden attack without any politeness. It was really like seeing a ghost in broad daylight. In his heart, he couldn't stop the anger from rising. He used all his strength to block the other party's path. For a moment, he didn't care that the other party was a weak old man.
Hearing Xiang Wentian counterattacking his fist wind, the old man smiled in his heart. He was young and impetuous. He couldn't help but want to vent his anger on himself. He probably used all the strength in his body. He wanted this effect to test the level of the other party's foundation.
When their fists collided, Xiang Wentian suddenly felt as if he had hit a pile of soft cotton with all his strength. Not only did his iron fist not injure his opponent, but it also did not rebound and hurt him. When he was about to change his move and withdraw, he did not expect to encounter a strong suction force. It was like a magnet attracting each other. His fists were firmly glued together by the old man's right hand.
Looking at the old man, he was still calm and relaxed. His left hand was still holding the yellow smoke pipe and smoking calmly. Only the kind smile on his old face did not cause too much burden to Xiang Wentian's embarrassed heart. At this moment, Xiang Wentian finally understood that he had met an extraordinary expert. No matter how dissatisfied he was, he had flown to the Zhuagua Country in an instant. All the thoughts in his mind were inexplicably surprised. He couldn't think of anything else at the moment. His brain had short-circuited for a short period of time. It was really because the old man didn't have any tricks up his sleeve that he couldn't think.
The old man saw that Xiang Wentian had been stunned by his move. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to speak but did not say anything. He probably did not know what to say at this moment. He relaxed his hand, and Xiang Wentian could not help but take a few steps back before he could stand firm.
“|Young man, it looks like your hand isn't that good.”The old man smiled and said," I saw you chasing away those hooligans. I thought you were very good at kung fu, so I wanted to spar with you.”
Upon hearing the old man's words, Xiang Wentian suddenly felt that the old man must have had other intentions towards him. He could not help but think of the scene where he had asked his grandfather to learn kung fu. He had urged the golden mountains and jade pillars to kowtow three times and nine times to his grandfather. His grandfather had also been particularly fond of it and had accepted his request to learn kung fu with a smile.
As soon as this image appeared in his mind, Xiang Wentian naturally did something that surprised everyone. He knelt down and said loudly to the old man,"Master, my unfilial disciple, Xiang Wentian, apologizes to you. Wentian failed to recognize Mount Tai, please punish him.”
The old man probably didn't expect this person to be so obedient. He hadn't even said that he wanted to take the other party as his disciple, but this person had already knelt down and called himself his disciple. Could it be that he had seen through his intentions? Thinking about it, he really did have such thoughts. If not, he wouldn't have treated a young man like this. This Wentian was really quick-witted. To be able to do this, he was indeed someone with talent in martial arts. With his guidance, he would probably have a different future.
Xiang Wentian knelt down on both knees and lowered his head. He was respectful and didn't dare to be careless. He didn't expect this strange old man to be so hard to talk to. He didn't seem to care about his actions and didn't even give him a response. He wanted to look up to see how the old man reacted, but he didn't dare to do so. The master didn't say anything, and the disciple couldn't act on his own. How could he know that the old man standing in front of him was also thinking about it?
Just as Xiang Wentian was feeling extremely uneasy, the old man spoke,"Young man, I didn't say that I wanted to take you as my disciple. Why did you kneel down without permission? This was the most precious thing for a man. How could he kneel down so casually?”
"Master, please allow me to report. Although Master did not say that he wanted to take me in as his disciple, this represents my sincerity. Only by doing so can I show my feelings and also make up for my mistake of not having eyes." Xiang Wentian knew that he had a way when he heard the old man's tone. The old man had some feelings for him. He continued," I dare not forget Master's lesson. A man has gold on his knees. He only kneels to heaven, earth, and his parents. This is the case today, and it will be the same in the future.”
"Hehe, good lad. Master feels comfortable hearing these words.”The old man chuckled and agreed.
"What? Did that mean that Master had agreed to take in a disciple?”Xiang Wentian asked in disbelief. He didn't expect that there would only be such a small test.
"Silly boy, what else is there to say? I've already called you my disciple, how can I not agree? She wanted the old man to be a person who went back on his word.”The old man smiled and said," Get up. We don't do such a big ceremony. It's just this once. There won't be a next time."”
"Thank you, Master. I'll remember it.”Xiang Wentian said happily. He quickly stood up.
After confirming their master-disciple relationship, the old man Qing Shan finally told Xiang Wentian why he had to treat him like this. It turned out that the old man had been paying attention to the two of them when they were in trouble. He was sleeping on the bench in the park, but he was not a young man who was willing to beg for food. Especially when he was in trouble, he gave the child two steamed buns. The old man began to follow them until he saw the scene in front of the small restaurant. The old man was sure that he wanted to get in touch with him. From the kung fu he used, it was completely external kung fu and not enough for internal kung fu. Or rather, he had never specially practiced in this area.
Those who practiced martial arts knew very well that it was extremely difficult for physical martial arts to progress further after they had cultivated to a certain extent. It was unlike spiritual martial arts, where one's strength could increase with age. It was like a surgeon and a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. A surgeon could use the scalpel in his hand to perfection, but it was only perfection. Traditional Chinese medicine was different. An old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner with a long beard was a famous brand. The godly doctor's ability to determine life and death was not a lie.
The old man Qingshan had always wanted to find a talented young man to inherit his mantle. When he saw him, he felt that he could accept it with his talent and martial arts morality. That was why he thought of testing him like this. He also wanted to grind the young man's temperament. It was not easy for him to do this.
"Wentian, when I first called you here, did you remember the story from two thousand years ago?"”
Xiang Wentian knew which story the old man was talking about. Looking at the old man, a sense of pride rose in his heart. Could it be that his master hoped that he could be as outstanding as the young man two thousand years ago? He couldn't help but nod his head vigorously. His face was full of pride. One look at the old man and he knew that the young man had remembered his high fighting spirit. Youngsters were not afraid of difficulties, but they were afraid of losing their will to fight. This was especially true for Xiang Wentian. At the lowest point of his life, who could see the path ahead clearly?
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