Chapter 031 The old man's experience, the young man never listens
"I don't know if you have heard of the saying that a counselor will die in a thousand attempts, and a general will die in a hundred battles."
Looking at the small group of young people in front of him who are definitely the top in the country in terms of martial arts in the same age group, Mu Feng, who is about to enter the ranks of the elderly, said seriously:
"Evan, you already have extraordinary strength. Most ordinary people are as fragile as children in front of you, but you have to remember!
At this time...you should use your powerful power more cautiously."
He was once young and experienced the stage of possessing extraordinary power and being proud of everything in the world.
But looking back on the frivolity of my youth, in addition to knowing smiles, it is often mixed with all kinds of regrets that still cannot be relieved.
Therefore, he pointed at the scarred armor and said with great emotion.
"Just like this armor that seems to represent glory, but in fact can only be eliminated, the era when personal force is supreme has passed.
All the flashes of swords and swords have faded into the dust of history with the development of science and technology. Therefore, when encountering problems, you must think more calmly.
Violence may be the most direct way to break a situation, but it is often the worst one.
The shortcut to crossing the turbulent sea of the world is often not fighting and killing, but wisdom, or even more secularly speaking, those annoying sophistication of the world."
"Of course, this doesn't mean you should give up your power, quite the opposite!"
He casually took down a famous sword from the wall next to him, took the sharp blade out of its sheath, flicked the gleaming blade, and continued.
"The sharp edge of a long sword can easily hurt others, as well as yourself, so a scabbard is needed to hide the edge and at the same time to accumulate strength.
The more power you have, the more you should try to avoid using violence, until...the most deadly moment blooms!
Strength can stop the attack, sharp edge can hide the edge
This is the ‘Tao’ in my Dusk Style Flying Falcon Style Martial Arts.”
There is no doubt that what Mu Feng wants to tell Alvin today is these "truths".
"Thank you, I learned a lesson."
Alvin bowed very solemnly.
He had just traveled through time and knew nothing about "Xiaobai", so he naturally understood the weight of today's seemingly simple words, especially the last word "Tao".
Teachers preach, learn karma and resolve doubts.
Although there is no "Analects of Confucius" in this world, similar thoughts still exist, so Mu Feng's words today are undoubtedly "preaching" for him.
It is not only his personal "Tao", but also the "Tao" of the Mu-style martial arts lineage.
The meaning of this process, in a sense, even completely exceeds the words themselves.
Because from this moment on, Aiwen can openly and openly call himself a "disciple of the Dusk Style Flying Falcon Style". He seems to have no name as a master and disciple, but he is already the inheritor of the true "Tao".
To put it bluntly, if Xue Li, his biological daughter, is not considered, when Mu Feng divides the sect's heritage in a hundred years, he might even be ranked above Mu Feng's three disciples!
At this moment, he was really flattered.
Comparing his feelings, although the contact time was not long, only more than half a month, there is really no flaw in the various kindnesses shown to him by the owner of the museum.
Even though the root cause of everything is most likely due to the powerful martial arts talent given by the plug-in, and the other party had very frankly revealed his intention to accept him as his disciple at the beginning, but kindness is kindness.
He is not a ungrateful person, nor is he a white-eyed wolf.
So Ai Wen took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to Mu Feng to perform the apprenticeship ceremony.
However, he was stopped by Mu Feng.
At this moment, the elder said this:
"I have said before, Alvin, you have extraordinary talents, and you are destined to have achievements far beyond mine in the future. As a mediocre person, you worship me as your teacher, and you are limited to the small world of Mu Shi's lineage.
It will only limit your future development.
Eagles are destined to soar in the sky, and ponds cannot support giant whales. As a senior on the martial arts path, I also hope that you can experience thousands of scenery in the future and climb to peaks that I cannot reach.
If you really want to thank me, please remember my instructions as a father and help me take good care of Sydney!"
Looking at the firm eyes of the man in front of him, Ivan pondered for a long time and finally nodded hard.
Thousands of words are left unsaid.
And to be honest, he felt a little strange at this time.
This is not the first time that the other party has mentioned asking him to take care of his daughter.
Especially in the current scene, Alvin definitely doesn't think that the "care" mentioned by Mu Feng is just as simple as helping to pick up and drop off Xue Li every day.
"Did the owner of the museum encounter some trouble? Or did he foresee some crisis?
You can’t just say that you don’t trust Xue Li for no reason... Well... having said that, with Xue Li’s appearance and character, I guess I really can’t trust Xue Li if she were my daughter..."
In short, Alvin always feels weird, but he can't guess why.
The limited information channels made it impossible for him to unravel the fog blocking his eyes. To be honest, this feeling was really bad.
"It seems that we have to find opportunities to develop some power in the main world. At least we have to have our own channels to avoid this kind of blindness from happening again."
"Okay, don't get so serious."
Smiling and patting Ai Wen on the shoulder, Mu Feng's original seriousness instantly dissipated and returned to his usual amiable appearance.
"That's all I have to say, I still have something to give you."
He stood up and put the long sword at hand back to its original position, then walked to the wooden frame on the right, Mu Feng pressed the middle with both hands and pushed hard on both sides.
Wow
With the sound of the pulley, the wooden frame suddenly opened like a door, revealing a huge room.
"This is my library. It contains part of the Mu family's book collection and some of my and Xueli's mother's personal collections, mainly martial arts, useless aristocratic etiquette, and miscellaneous books on humanities from various places. You can come and take a look at it later.
It doesn’t matter if you take it back and look at it, just don’t damage it.”
While talking, Mu Feng walked into the library, then took out an obviously old black leather notebook from a wooden compartment on the wall, turned around and handed it to Alvin.
"These are some of my thoughts about martial arts over the years. You can take a look when you go back."
Seeing Ai Wen taking the note carefully, Mu Feng seemed to let go of some of his worries, and the smile on his face became brighter.
"Okay, don't go out to eat today, let's try Qianwei's cooking together later.
This girl is very good at cooking, especially sweet and sour fish and sweet and sour pork ribs. In the past few years, I feel like I have been fed by her and become fatter and fatter..."