The old man rubbed his back against the tree and replied,""One of you will learn the Horizontal Sword Art, while the other will learn the Horizontal Sword Art.”
"Our swordsmanship is different, so why would I hold back?”
The callous man looked straight at the old man and said,""My talent is stronger than his. If you didn't hold back, why couldn't I kill him?”
The old man smiled and did not answer.
"I didn't come here today to argue with you. I came here to ask you to use the divination to divine the position of the Empress Dowager of the Qin country.”
The old man remained silent and did not look at him.
He only raised his head and sized up the sheep he raised.
Suddenly, he shouted,"Girl, don't touch those sheep. Be careful not to hurt them!"”
A red figure stood beside the white sheep.
She had a long whip wrapped around her waist and looked charming and enchanting.
When the woman heard the old man shout at her, she stopped herding the sheep.
She walked behind the cold man and smiled charmingly."Don't worry, old man. I won't hurt your sheep.”
The old man stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.
"Let's go!"
The callous man did not say it a second time. He turned around and left.
The woman in red hurriedly chased after him."Lord Wei Zhuang, he hasn't helped you with your divination yet. Why did he leave?。”
Wei Zhuang did not stop walking, nor did he turn his head back. His speed did not slow down."If he agrees, he won't talk to you anymore!”
The red-robed woman was deep in thought. She nodded and left together with him.
Suddenly, Wei Zhuang said,"Don't touch those sheep next time. You can't beat them!"”
The woman in red was stunned. She turned around stiffly to look at the docile white sheep and the old man who had fallen asleep again.
In the land of Qilu, in the city of Sanghai, there was a small sage manor.
The manor faced the sea.
An old man in a Confucian robe sat alone in the courtyard, reading an old bamboo scroll in his hand.
The old man had white hair, a youthful face, and a goatee.
His eyebrows were extremely long, reaching both sides of his cheeks.
He sat there as if he had merged with the surrounding environment.
No one could sense his existence.
This was the power of the Great Dao!
It was as if his entire person had fused with the Great Dao.
He was just sitting there, but you couldn't find him.
He was not there, but he seemed to be everywhere.
There were no more than a hundred words on the bamboo slip.
He held it in his hand and had been looking at it for an entire day.
"Uncle-Master."
A middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe walked over with a tired expression.
He bowed respectfully to the old man.
The old man put down the bamboo scroll and looked up at him.
At that moment!
This glance!
The withered grass around him grew again, and the fallen leaves in the air returned to their branches.
The middle-aged man felt that the fatigue of the past few days had been swept away, and he was instantly full of energy.
"What is it?"
After the old man finished reading it, he lowered his head and carefully read the bamboo slip in his hand.
"Martial Uncle, the Empress Dowager of the State of Qin has gone missing and the entire world is searching for her. Should we send some people over?”
The old man put away the bamboo slips and slowly stood up.
Following his actions, the trees in the courtyard bent their backs and the grass lowered their heads.
The sound of waves could be heard on the distant sea.
It was as if his every move could resonate with heaven and earth.
"Fu Nian."
"Disciple is here."
The middle-aged man replied.
"Remember, calm your heart, speak quietly, walk quietly, and ask quietly.”
The old man said four words in a row.
The middle-aged man named Fu Nian repeated in a low voice and said,"Disciple understands."
The old man nodded, seemingly extremely satisfied with his comprehension and personality.
"Fighting means not fighting. If you don't fight, it's a big fight. My scholarly faction has no disputes. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
The old man nodded lightly." Yes, go ahead. Do what you should do and mind your own business."”
"Yes, sir! This disciple will take his leave."
Fu Nian bowed and slowly walked out.
As soon as he left the courtyard, he saw a young and handsome man in a Confucian robe leaning against the pavilion with a lazy and casual appearance.
Fu Nian walked over and advised him,"Zifang, watch your posture. Otherwise, Martial Uncle will scold you again when he sees you."”
When the young master heard this, he directly put his legs on the seat and said indifferently,"It's not like Martial Uncle has lectured me for a day or two. Even if I was flying in the sky, he could still find a reason to scold me if he wanted to. Since you're scolding me, why don't I make myself comfortable first?”
Fu Nian smiled and shook his head helplessly.""Your mouth, I can't beat you.”
Zhang Liang was not arrogant at all. Instead, he said,"Uncle-Master's Confucianism has improved again.”
"Not bad."
"Is there any sign of becoming a saint?" Zhang Liang asked again.”
"This is not something we can see through now." Fu Nian shook his head lightly.”
After saying that, the two of them turned around and looked at the old man in the courtyard who seemed to have fused with heaven and earth.
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