In a pavilion in a park in Shangcheng, a white-haired old man was sitting under the pavilion. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and his white hair showed how old he was. He was sitting in the pavilion and drinking tea that wasn't too hot anymore.
Beside him stood a man in his thirties who was also wearing a Chinese tunic suit, but he stood humbly and respectfully next to the silver-haired old man. He reported to the old man, "I heard that an amazing master has appeared in this year's competition. He can fight with the top 10 masters by himself without falling into a disadvantageous position. His spear technique, speed, and strength are all top-notch. I've seen the video, and this man is absolutely qualified to be one of the 54 trump cards. However, the five elders eliminated him because of his identity."
The old man laughed and said, "His name is Xu Cheng, right?"
The guard beside him was surprised. "Does the Sect Master know this guy?"
The old man laughed. "My old friend really admires this guy and told me to come and see him when I have time. Now, I'm in Shangcheng, aren't I?"
The guard was stunned. "Then the Sect Master came out so early just to see Xu Cheng? But, even if he's really strong, his identity is very sensitive, and he still can't enter the Dragon Division, right? "
The old man sighed. "How many more years do you think I can hold on?"
The guard shivered. "I don't know. I just hope the Sect Master can live to a hundred years old."
"Even if I can, I'm already 102 years old. It's about time." The old man faintly smiled.
The guard's face changed. "Sorry, I misspoke."
"It's fine." The old man waved his hand and said, "I know my situation, and I only have four or five years left. But ask yourselves, who can inherit my legacy? No one yet, right? The five elders can continue to wait, but I can't. If the next leader of the Dragon Division can't find a successor, then I will become a sinner, and the Dragon Division will really become history. The five elders aren't wrong, and the Dragon Clan should do things impartially. But as the Sect Master, finding the next successor is my responsibility. I need to find a new guardian of this country, and if I can't find one, then I will be letting down the country. "
The guard's heart skipped a beat. "Sect Master, you want to find that Xu Cheng?"
The old man shook his head. "Let's wait and see. Perhaps he's just a relatively outstanding genius, but he still hasn't reached the standard to succeed me. But we still have to take a look before we know. Alright, you don't have to follow us for the next two days. I'll look for you when we return. "
The guard obeyed, "Yes, this subordinate understands. This subordinate will take his leave first."
The old man nodded.
The guard bowed and left the pavilion. After the old man took a sip of tea, he saw a tall man running over from not far away. He walked out of the pavilion with a smile and began to practice Tai Chi leisurely on the lawn.
According to the intel, Xu Cheng would run past this park every morning, and he would train in this area before running back. So, the old man was probably waiting for him here.
Sure enough, the guy running over from not far away was Xu Cheng. He was a bit surprised to see the old man practicing Tai Chi so early in the morning. It was mainly because he had never seen this old man before, and his sudden appearance made him feel a bit strange. He got close to the pavilion and squatted down to stretch while sizing up the old man, and the old man was also sizing him up.
Xu Cheng squatted down to catch his breath, and a bit curious, he looked at the old man and subconsciously asked, "Grandpa, I've never seen you before."
The old man ignored him and continued practicing Tai Chi. Xu Cheng saw that there was tea in the pavilion, and thirsty, he asked the old man, "Grandpa, can I have a cup of tea?"
The old man slightly closed his eyes and said, "Pour it yourself."
Xu Cheng walked over and poured himself a cup of tea. After downing it, he smacked his lips and then looked at the old man with a meaningful smile. "Grandpa, your tea was ruined by me, don't you feel bad?"
The old man slightly raised his eyes and looked at Xu Cheng. Then, he faintly smiled. "You can tell?"
Xu Cheng nodded. "I don't think there's anyone in Shangcheng that can drink Da Hong Pao tea. Originally, I've offended too many people in Shangcheng, so I was a bit wary when you suddenly appeared here. But after drinking this tea, I felt like I was overthinking, because I've never offended such a high level person, and someone of your stature definitely wouldn't bother to deal with me. But, I'm sure you know me, and you came here for me. Judging from the temperature of your tea, you've been waiting for me for at least 20 minutes."
The old man put down his hands and nodded at Xu Cheng in praise. "You're very meticulous, that's not bad."
Xu Cheng proudly poured himself another cup of tea, and without any hesitation, he took another sip to quench his thirst. Then, he wiped his mouth and asked the old man, "Tell me, what do you want from me? If you just want to be friends with me, just based on this tea, I'll recognize you as a friend, and I definitely won't lose out. "
The old man faintly smiled, feeling like this kid was quite interesting. Xu Cheng was neither servile nor overbearing, and he didn't panic at all. He said, "I didn't drink this tea for nothing. I have a set of palm techniques here, and I'll show you once. If you can remember it, I can give you the rest of the tea leaves in my voodoo insect. But if you can't remember it clearly, I've been waiting for you for too long, and I'm a bit tired. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back, so you can carry these old bones of mine back."
Xu Cheng raised his eyebrows. "Tai Chi?"
The old man shook his head. "No."
Xu Cheng: "Then go ahead, I'll watch. But, even if I can beat you, I will still carry you back. It's not a big deal, just treat it as the cost of these two cups of tea."
"You better remember it first." The old man faintly smiled, and then he spread out his hands. "Watch carefully."
Xu Cheng nodded, and he crossed his arms. How hard could it be to remember a punch from an old man like this? Unless you're dancing instead of boxing! Then, I admit defeat.
Then, he stared at the old man's hands without blinking. In the next moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, because the old man's hands were moving like shadows. Normal people would only feel that the old man only moved a few moves, but Xu Cheng's brain was very sharp. Soon, he realized that the old man's punches weren't simple at all. For example, the old man's speed. In the eyes of an ordinary person, the old man's hands didn't move, but the moves were already out. Even with Xu Cheng's ultrasonic brain, it was hard to keep up with the old man's speed.
In the end, Xu Cheng's forehead was covered in sweat.
After the old man was done, he smiled at him and asked, "How much do you remember?"
Xu Cheng awkwardly said, "10, 12 moves."
The old man's eyes lit up. "Oh? Are you sure you really remembered 12 moves? "
Xu Cheng closed his eyes again, and after a while, he said in a serious tone, "It's 12 moves."
The old man faintly smiled. "But I used 30 moves just now."
Xu Cheng pouted. "You can play with me again, and I promise I can remember everything this time."
The old man laughed and said, "Forget it, I will come back tomorrow. I'll be leaving now. "
Then, the old man went to the pavilion and picked up the teapot and cup.
Xu Cheng was anxious. This was like a martial arts fanatic who forgot to eat and sleep when he saw a secret manual. He immediately stood up and chased after the old man, saying, "Let me carry you home."
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