Hu Yonghua naturally knew his own level. He squinted and smiled, "Then this poem... what does Xiao ng think?"
Poem?
ng Lang was taken aback.
Why has it turned to poetry again?
He glanced once more at the calligraphy on the table...
"A good poem, with ambition soaring to the skies, quite impressive."
"Hmm! It seems Xiao ng understands poetry as well.
On the wind’s gentle support, soaring high into the sky, how many on the ground, can see in the azure heavens...
To achieve both martial and civil prowess, to succeed and beco renowned, who doesn’t have so lofty ambitions when young? Haha..."
Hu Yonghua looked at ng Lang and smiled, but his gaze was sowhat aningful.
ng Lang was a bit dazed by his gaze but quickly realized, and found it amusing.
The other was ostensibly talking about poetry, but was actually telling him...
Fa and fortune, who can resist them?
There are no Saints in the world anymore.
At your young age, you don’t want money, nor fa. You don’t strive for fa and fortune, so what do you want?
This person... seems to be doubting my intentions...
Perhaps this poem was intentionally left here, waiting for ...
After all, at my age, it’s really hard to be associated with being an "expert."
The other is no Hu Yifei, who has been navigating officialdom for years, and probably has long cultivated a deep understanding of worldly affairs.
Our previous encounter with Hu Yonghua might not have increased his liking for , but rather deepened his suspicions...
After all, it was too coincidental, and it is hard to say it wasn’t a deliberate approach to the Hu family...
This is the downside of opening new fate lines, losing the "deterministic future," everything can only be adapted to at random.
However...
ng Lang’s lips curled into a smile.
Handling such small situations now doesn’t even require any foresight on my part...
"To achieve both martial and civil prowess, to succeed and beco renowned, is that the ambition?"
I think this poem... shouldn’t be interpreted that way."
"Oh?" Hu Yonghua raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"This kite rises with the wind, overlooking all, yet it still cannot escape the kite string’s constraints.
Fa and fortune are all but fleeting clouds.
If one can’t break free from the ’string’s’ constraints, no matter how high the kite flies, it can only see the clouds and smoke, not the higher scenery!
But if the string of fa and fortune breaks, soaring straight up ninety-thousand miles...
Then, it truly becos ’how many on the ground, can see in the azure heavens’..."
Hu Yonghua’s breath hitched.
He had to admit, he was montarily captivated by the spirit of the young man before him.
But... who couldn’t say nice things?
Break free from the "string of fa and fortune"?
Sounds simple enough.
The average person’s ultimate goal would just be civil and martial achievent. Do you really want to reach for the stars and the sea?
It is indeed quite "off-track"!
Is there really such a young person with a realm transcending the masses?
How old are you to have started understanding the Tao?
Even if you sprout a few gray hairs, grow a few crow’s feet, a little more seasoned look would give you more persuasive power in my eyes, right?
"Xiao ng, you indeed have insights into poetry, but do you really believe there’s such a Saint in the world?
He doesn’t seek fa or fortune, then what does he seek for?" Hu Yonghua probed.
It’s simple, really, there’s great terror between life and death!
In the face of such terror, fa and fortune... are worth nothing!
But that’s not sothing to say out loud...
Skepticism is a common ailnt for all who are high-ranking.
ng Lang knew that even if he spoke well, it might not dispel the other’s doubts, so he decided to end today’s eting in another way.
"Whether there are Saints in this world, I don’t know... but we can make a bet."
"A bet?" Hu Yonghua was taken aback.
"Yes! I haven’t played table tennis in a long ti, how about... we spar another round?" ng Lang said with a smile.
"Table... table tennis?!"
Hu Yonghua’s expression turned strange.
You’re a beginner who couldn’t even return my serve, and you want to bet with on table tennis?
ng Lang smiled without speaking.
Have you ever heard of the saying, ’Three days apart feels like thirty years’?
Plus, with my "super-frequency magic," not to ntion a re amateur, I’m confident I could snag an Olympic gold for you...
Last ti I showed my lower limit, this ti...
It’s ti to show the upper limit...
...
Half an hour later...
ng Lang left the Hu family with a smile, carrying the "Linjiang Immortal" calligraphy by Hu Yonghua.
Only Hu Yonghua was left staring blankly at the ping pong ball in his hand.
Utterly starting to question life...
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