Chapter 1, Legends of the Martial Arts World
Are you really going to listen
The youth (finally unable to hold back): I have heard it long ago
A certain university
The young man (weakly waving his hand): Understood, please continue
Young man: Yes, yes, yes, I sincerely apologize, please continue speaking.
I never expected that just a few days after the news of the martial arts legend spread through the rivers and lakes, as many as 99,999 people have fainted here. I think I should issue another hero's invitation tomorrow, just to say ... ...
Young man: Regardless of the circumstances, I have made up my mind
A certain person (wiping face): Don't rush, don't rush, there's more to come... Nowadays, it is considered very impolite for children to casually spray tea... Back in the day...
On the wall, there are two human silhouettes
A certain individual (with a serious expression): A knife that is not sharpened will rust, and a person who does not speak will fall behind. If you had not interrupted, I would have gotten to the main point long ago...
The youth (nodding firmly): Indeed
Thus, under the dim light, a certain individual began to tell a story, their soft voice like a wisp of smoke, mingling with the sound of rain, wandering in the cold and silent room
A certain individual (unhappy): There is more to come, a story with hundreds of thousands of words, it is quite normal to have repetitive phrases. One must have patience in both life and work. Throughout history, how many successful figures have...
A certain person (sighing, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him): Since you have already made your decision, it would be unkind of me to conceal it any longer. It is fine to speak, but you must bear all the consequences yourself. Have a sip of tea first
The hurried sound of rain soaked in a chill, slanting in through the window carried by the wind. An ancient oil lamp burned on the table, its faint flame flickering intermittently, seeming on the verge of extinguishing several times.
Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain, there was a temple, where an old monk lived
Once upon a time, there was a mountain
Once upon a time, there was a mountain
A certain youth
A certain elder lifted the boy's chin, waved a finger in front of his eyes, sighed helplessly, and murmured: It seems that I have not exerted much effort, yet every time I reach this point, someone faints. It appears that the younger generation of the martial world is indeed becoming less capable with each passing generation.
Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain, there was a temple
The story takes place on a desolate and lonely rainy night
The night is very quiet
The young man fainted
A certain elder (shaking his head slowly): The origins and developments of this martial arts legend are truly extraordinary, and I fear that your resolve may not be strong enough to believe it
Young man (spitting tea): No way!
Now, let us begin
Young man (frustrated): You are so talkative
(Clapping hands, a servant in a blue robe responded and entered)
After some thought, I suddenly picked up a brick and struck the table, saying: "Esteemed heroes and small fry, those without determination and those whose internal skills are not yet mature, please do not visit!"