"Let me think about it." Ye Fan thought for a while and said, "It should be that he had to roll a few times after landing, which made him very embarrassed, or he might have broken his leg."
"That's right! You have remembered such simple common sense. Come to think of it, it was a little strange when I landed just now.
Ordinary people would be stunned when they see someone as old as me landing with no problem at all and very stable, and maybe even shouting something like: "Martial Arts Hero".
But you are good, you are very calm and collected, as you should be, and there is not much fear on your face.
It means you think this should be like this. People who think this should be like this will only take it for granted unless they themselves have this ability. So, hahaha..."
The old man's words almost made Ye Fan regretful on the spot, and he cursed in his heart: "Dear Ge Niang, it seems that I am still too young. I can't even pretend to be young. People have seen through it a long time ago. I am still here."
How stupid is it to continue to pretend to be young? It's really a joke.
No wonder the old man wanted to test my skills. It turned out that he was doing this and I was shocked. I thought he was a cruel and strange old man."
"I'm sorry, old man, society has changed now, and the times are different. For us martial arts practitioners, that is an era when we have to retreat into the background. If ordinary people know our roots, it will be uncomfortable to attract attention all day long, you
Is that so? Besides, I am still a mayor of a small town. How can I be a good mayor if this continues?"
Master Ye smiled lightly and became more demeanor again.
"Yes! What the young man said is right. Alas! Chinese martial arts has declined. When I was a child, the practitioners of Chinese martial arts were like crucian carp crossing the river. There are only three thousand masters of fifth and sixth degree in China. Now, all the martial arts practitioners are in decline.
If China can gather 200 people, it will be a great success. Over the past few years, all the fifth and sixth-level masters I have seen together are not enough to cover a catering class, and they are not enough to cook for the army."
The old man was also filled with emotion and shook his head slightly, feeling a little vicissitudes of life.
"Where have these masters gone? They can't all be..." Ye Fan is a little confused. This old man looks like he is no more than 60 years old. This year is 1996. Even when he was young, China was only in 1936.
At that time, it was already the period of the Anti-Japanese War. Wouldn’t they all be killed by the Japanese Japanese devils?
"Alas! That's right! During the Anti-Japanese War, the country was in chaos. However, it was earlier during the Republic of China when warlords dominated.
I heard from my master that the big warlords had some martial arts masters, and at that time they were fighting for their masters, and some of them killed each other.
During the World War, many people died fighting foreign invasions. They all had great ambitions! Especially in small Japan, how could the bodies of our fifth and sixth-level masters resist foreign guns and cannons under the powerful modern weapons?
At that time, many masters engaged in assassinations, and many of them sacrificed their lives for the country. Until now, there are not enough new generations of Chinese martial arts. Although the old sects are basically still there, they have completely declined." The old man talked about these sad past events with eyes.
There was also a flash of melancholy and heartache.
"Old senior, please give me your surname. Can I ask, junior?" Ye Fan fisted his hands.
"The name is just a code name. If we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, if we are not lucky enough to meet each other, we will not know each other. Young man, why should we insist on it?" The old man laughed wildly, seemingly not wanting to reveal his name.
"Yes! What the senior said makes sense. However, the junior is a little curious about the sixth-dan mayor that the senior mentioned. Can I tell the junior?"
Ye Fan felt very similar to him. Because the sixth-dan mayor was also a master of martial arts and an official, his ideals were somewhat similar to his own.
"Duan Haitian in Yutong City, the sixth realm of Kaiyuan, is a descendant of the Duan clan of the Huaxia Kingdom and has a solid family background.
What are you kidding about? Do you want others to give you a thumbs up for being a fellow martial arts practitioner?
Haha, not bad! I have been traveling around the world for many years, and I have only seen you two practitioners who are not at a low level in Chinese martial arts working in ordinary government departments, living leisurely and contentedly as ordinary people.
But young man, you and I just know this, and there is no need to explain it to outsiders. Duan Haitian is willing to mingle in government officialdom, and he probably also wants to be an ordinary person.
Everyone has his own ambitions and cannot be forced. Young man, can you tell me your true rank?" The old man also wanted to know the details of Ye Fan, so he asked.
"Haha! Thank you, old man, for telling me where Mayor Duan is from. I will pay a visit to the master when I have time.
Of course, I know that the old man is an expert among experts. He is probably the strongest person standing at the top of the Chinese nation!
It’s difficult for the seniors to recognize this little kid’s meager skills. It’s hard not to mention it.” Ye Fan laughed and said to himself: “Old man, you don’t even want to tell me your name, so I don’t need to tell you anything.”
"Oh! Forget it! What you said makes sense. I'm going away. Young people, you should know for yourself. Since you have chosen to be an official, you should do some practical things for the people. Don't lose the face of us martial arts warriors. The martial arts practitioners are all
It's patriotic, hehehe..." The old man said and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, senior. You just seemed to say that all roads lead to Rome. You should have discovered a way to make Guiling Village prosperous. Since senior is willing to show up and give advice, can you elaborate more?"
Ye Fan was a little anxious. Just now, he vaguely guessed from the old man's mouth that he might have discovered some secrets in Guiling, which should help the villagers get rid of poverty.
So when he saw that he was confused, he only showed up to cheer him up. Now the old man didn't say that he would just slap his ass and leave, so he had to find out more about the matter.
Besides, Ye Fan also wanted to chat more with this hermit master and gain some knowledge.
"Well! I have discovered something useful. As long as you, the mayor, are willing to work hard, the villagers should be able to live a better life than before."
The old man did not deny it, but he glanced at Ye Fan and thought that this boy had actually been doing Tai Chi with him when he asked him about his martial arts rank just now and was unwilling to tell him. He felt angry and smiled faintly after looking around.
Said: "Okay! If you want to know, you have to bring something out to make me happy. I don't force you to do anything. I stand here and stand in a good posture. I stretch out my hand and let you strike three times. If you can hit me to move, that's fine.
You win. I will tell you the secret immediately and without reservation. If you can't beat me, then go find it yourself, hahaha..."
When the old man talked about martial arts, he laughed wildly. He seemed to be very confident in his own skills and believed that Ye Fan had absolutely no hope of shaking him.
In the heart of the old man's mind, if a young man who looks less than 20 years old has started practicing martial arts since his mother's womb, his skill level will not be much higher. If he can reach the "open source realm" of the fourth level, he will be a peerless genius.
The old man wouldn't believe it if he said he had reached the fifth level of martial arts, and he wouldn't believe it even if he dug out his eyeballs.
In the decades that the old man has been alive, he has never discovered a super genius who broke through to the fifth level before the age of 20.
According to common sense, the old man estimated that Ye Fan's strength was at the top level of level 2, so he was so confident.
But this time the old man was destined to capsize in the gutter when he met an alternative like Ye Fan.
"Okay!" Ye Fan smiled lightly and glanced at the old man. Seeing that the old man didn't care, he was so angry.
I thought to myself that this little old man was bullying us juniors so much that he actually forgot about it.
His eyes scanned the old man's body, and he suddenly discovered that on a straw rope tied around the waist of the old man's green robe, there was actually a delicate jade pendant three fingers wide, red and fiery, hanging.
I thought, this jade pendant is probably an antique or something. The old man was so arrogant just now that I have to repair him. Since I want to bet, I bet a bigger one.
It is estimated that the red jade pendant is also the old man's favorite thing, otherwise why is it always hanging on the straw rope around his waist.
The straw rope is probably not ordinary. I don’t know what kind of grass it is woven from. It seems that there is a faint fragrance emanating from it.
After making up his mind, he smiled and said: "Senior, I really like the fire-colored jade pendant on your waist. Haha, if I'm lucky enough to hit you, will I include that jade pendant as well? Of course, if it's senior's
Forget about the things you love so much, just treat them as if you were a senior and didn’t say anything about them.”
Ye Fan pretended to be very indifferent.
"You... hum..." The old man's face suddenly changed with anger, and even the unkempt beard under his chin almost stood up.
It seems that I guessed it correctly, that jade pendant must be the old man's favorite thing. The more the old man's favorite thing is, the more we must get it to make the old man feel distressed.
Thinking of these things, Ye Fan was pretending to be ignorant, and the young man blurted out with high spirits: "What? Seniors don't dare to gamble! Is it because they are afraid..." Ye Fan didn't spit out the word "lose" in the back, what a fool.
I can also imagine that there must be the word 'lose' at the end.
"You're so young, aren't you the general? A little kid actually dares to take advantage of my 'Red Blood Jade Pendant'.
How many kilograms do you have? Even the sixth-level mayor would not dare to be so arrogant in front of me, bet! It's a bet. If I can't move you later, you will definitely eat a lot of rattan, hum!
"
The old man was so enraged that he flicked his body, his shadow flickered, and he came back in an instant. He was already holding an egg-thick miscellaneous wooden stick in his hand.
Haha laughed dryly and hummed: "This is the stick. If you don't teach some ignorant young people a lesson, they will really rebel. Come on!"
After the old man finished speaking, he threw the stick away and it was firmly planted in the mud, still trembling.
"Hmm!" Ye Fan felt cold. He estimated that he might have kicked the iron plate this time. Seeing how fast the old man broke the tree stick just now, it seemed that he didn't hear the 'click' sound when the tree stick broke.
I couldn't help but blurt out and asked: "Senior, what move did you use just now, and why was there no sound of the tree stick breaking?" Piao Tian, a registered member of Piaotian Literature, recommended this work.