The old man led me into the room and showed me his works of a century. The old man said: I haven't practiced anything, I do these every day, my hands and feet are also handy.

  I said: We can find a place to sit and chat slowly.

  The old man said: Good.

  We found a nearby wine house and ordered some dishes. The old man said: You must be that guy.

  I said: Who am I?

  The old man said: There is such a legend, every few hundred years I forgot, there will be a person who can see things that ordinary people cannot see, can clearly see fast-moving objects, and even see through the hearts of others.

  I said: Right.

  The old man said: That's the first half, the second half is to say that this person is very powerful, but it can lead to chaos. Whoever kills him will get the world.

  I and Xile simultaneously both opened our mouths wide.

  The old man said: It's just a legend, do you believe it?

  I said: I——

  The old man said: You see, it's said that the Ling can command the world, but I have more than 20 of them and none of them work. A fool, holding a sword, commanding who to go?

  I and Xile said in unison: Right.

  The old man continued: You see, they've all said that Yang Zhenggang is like this, but what's the truth? Do you know? Do you know? Neither of you knows, I do, haha, isn't it a legend?

  I nodded more firmly with Xi Le.

  The old man said: But, but, legend is legend, only a few people who are being passed down know the truth of things. How can everyone know, and when people do things, they often develop in the direction of legend.

  I nodded.

  The old man said: Last time we had a martial arts competition, it's been so quiet until now. It can't be like that. If there's a grudge, it must be avenged. Even Bodhisattvas are like that, the methods are just different. In short, everyone wants to do things that make themselves feel good in their hearts.

  I said: However, Wudang seems to be quiet. Their strength was originally unable to contend with Shaolin.

  The old man said: What do you think?

  Xi Le said: "Wudang doesn't dare either. Last time we actually starved their best martial artist, Liu Yun, to death."

  The old man said: Wu came here a few days ago and bought 500 pieces of military equipment from me. I didn't have that many, so I sold them 100 pieces. They were all sold at a good price. I reckon they're going to take revenge.

  I said: Senior, is this appropriate?

  The old man said: You see, after all, I am just a businessman.

  I said: Then you can't sell things to bad people and help them do evil.

  The old man smiled and said: Good people and bad people are not so easy to distinguish. Everyone doesn't want to be a bad person, right?

  I said: Almost.

  The old man said: If it's really like that, then Wudang wouldn't have anyone left. Your Shaolin isn't much better off either, just two factions, nothing more. With so many people involved, I couldn't care less, and these swords won't be of any help anyway.

  I said: Nothing will happen at Shaolin, right?

  The old man said: "Of course there will be things. Your master knew it earlier, he sent you to Chang'an. You should go back and take a look."

  I said: Alright, let's set off now.

  The old man said: Don't be in a hurry, it's not late for a moment, finish eating and then follow me.

  I said: I really can't eat anymore, my master, the abbot, and senior fellow disciples are all there.

  The old man said: Alright, let's not eat anymore, follow me, I'll give you something that will definitely work.