It was located in one of the most ancient forests in England. There was a wooden house and a garden surrounded by flowers.
It was hard to believe that a Western world could have a building with Chinese Feng Shui.
Those who didn't know better would think that a Chinese lived here. However, the owner of the house, who woke up before dawn every day, was an authentic Englishman with a white beard and blue eyes.
He was basking in the warm morning sun with his eyes closed under the peach blossom forest. The rain fell on his face, but he was unmoved.
This person was Hugh, one of the five legendary swordsmen in the world.
The door of the wooden house opened, and an old man in his sixties walked out. He was an old European man.
He was wearing a white robe of the Vatican. He stretched and walked down the stairs.
Hugh sneered at him. "Your assistant doesn't even have a hand. Aren't you afraid that you'll sprain your back?"
"If I bring an assistant to your place, then I'll be showing off too much." The white-robed, balding old man from the Vatican chuckled as he walked down the stairs.
"If your believers know that you're in trouble here, won't they hate me?"
"Alright, you just want to laugh at my legs. It's not that I've regressed, it's just that my position is different from yours. I have things to do every day, and I have to take care of a country," the old man in the white robe said.
Hugh sneered. "Your small country, the Vatican? It won't be a mess even if you don't take care of it. Even if there's a riot in Europe, it won't affect that place. It's the last pure land of faith for westerners. You don't have to watch it every day. "
The old man in the white robe curled his lips. "That's true. I heard that there's a mysterious organization recently, but I like their personality."
Hugh asked, "Foreigners?"
The old man in the white robe smiled. "You've heard about it too?"
Hugh turned to look at his old friend and asked suspiciously, "You want to reform them?"
The old man in the white robe said, "Don't you think that will make me look better?"
Hugh said, "Don't waste your time. You can't reform them, just like you can't reform me."
"Not necessarily. Even those mercenaries and war thugs who have lost their humanity have to listen to me when they see me. Since even they have a bottom line in their hearts, I think we can still fight for this group of foreigners. They seem to be the most troublesome organization in the world."
Seuss laughed. "Why don't you say it's Freemasonry?"
White Robe said, "He's just here to earn money."
Seuss said, "How many bones are behind this money? Just how many wars did Childe instigate in order to get rich? Even now, there are as many people who murder for money as there are hairs on an ox. Money is the source of all evil. Why don't you, the Sect Leader, go and reform the money? "
Theseus paced in the yard, shaking his head and laughing. "You're right. Those war thugs may still have a bottom line in their hearts. At least they know how to protect their families and children. But believe it or not, those capitalists who admire and respect you on the surface can stab you in the back when they're ruthless. To be honest, I don't want you to reform people like these foreigners. You can't reform them anyway, just like you can't reform me. "
White Robe said, "You're different. You have a grudge in your heart that you can't let go. This grudge has filled your entire brain, so you've given up on the troubles of the world and only want to take revenge for your defeat. People like you are the most difficult to reform. If a person is determined to be evil, even God can't save them! This is also why I can't catch up to you in terms of strength. It's not that I'm lazy, it's that you're too hard on yourself. In this era, who still uses a knife or a gun? "
"This isn't resentment, it's ideals," Seuss said. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today. I just don't know how the guy who defeated me back then is now."
"Your ideals are too scary. To be honest, I used to always give people chicken soup for the soul, saying something like 'there's nothing a person can't do if they're hard on themselves'. But after seeing you, I feel like my chicken soup for the soul has become 'poisonous chicken soup', because people will take shortcuts in order to succeed."
Seuss didn't comment. As he walked, he picked up a wooden stick and whipped it at a thick bamboo.
Bang!
The already withered wooden stick did not break, but the thick green bamboo suddenly broke.
"Not bad." White Robe praised, "Is this what you mean by becoming one with the sword?"
Seuss nodded. "My Sword Striking Technique is indeed wrong. Back then, I was arrogant, but after I met that man and lost, I was humiliated by him. He said that my sword technique can't even compare to the Japanese's garbage kendo, so don't insult my sword technique. I'm not angry because I lost, but because he humiliated my dao!"
White Robe: "But in the end, you still went to China to steal a lot of sword techniques. You even stole a lot of sword techniques from Japan. I'm afraid no one knows that those lost ultimate techniques are with you, right?"
Seuss didn't feel like he was wrong at all.
"I only took them for reference, but that bastard was right. My sword technique is indeed unorthodox. It's a waste for me to be called the number one Kendo grandmaster in England. I've been called that for decades, and every time I hear it, I feel ashamed. So, in order to live up to my name, I've lived here in seclusion to practice my kendo. But unfortunately, that bastard disappeared. All these years, I've asked MI6 agents to help me find him, but there's been no news. "
At this point, Seuss raised the wooden stick in his hand and said, "Becoming one with the sword, even he couldn't reach this level back then."
White Robe said, "Don't tell me you don't remember his name?"
"How could I forget?" Seuss said hatefully, "Back then, when our Eight-Nation Alliance Army attacked their imperial city, their guards were defeated by me one after another. At that time, someone stood up. His name was Zhang Chenfeng. At that time, I was already a legendary grandmaster, and I thought that I was almost invincible. Even the Japanese samurai at that time were ashamed of my sword technique. At that time, Zhang Chenfeng defeated me within 100 moves in the imperial palace in front of the Eight-Nation Alliance Army, so I didn't come out to embarrass myself again. It's been a few decades, and I've forgotten about it. "
"If he was the same age as you, maybe he'd already be dead. You're almost a hundred years old. You can just close your eyes and rest in peace. Why do you have to keep such a strong obsession? Why do you have to grieve?"
Seuss didn't say anything. He threw the wooden stick away and went into his wooden hut with his hands behind his back.
This was a person with a strong obsession and resentment.
"That's why I can't change you," the white robe old man muttered behind him.
(Today's chapter 3 will be updated at around 5 pm. I'm going to take my child for a checkup. I'll update it as soon as I get back.)
(End of this chapter)
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