22: Chapter 22 The Northeast 22: Chapter 22 The Northeast Hearing this, the man with the square face softly sighed, “The once revered Northern First Blade Man still has an unblunted blade.
It seems the old leaders made the right call in asking you to co out of retirent.”
The man in the green robe was startled, then gave a bitter smile, “Co out of retirent?
Heh.
At my age, are they going to squeeze every last bit of marrow out of my bones?”
The spiciness of the fus from the tobacco pipe, and this matter, even spicier.
“There’s no other way, the person involved this ti is very tricky, with a highly sensitive identity.
Three from our side have already fallen to him, and all by his hand alone.
From the current situation, it’s very likely he will disrupt our plans.
If we do not stop him, the consequences are unimaginable.”
“Just one person?”
“Just one person.”
Imdiately, the old man’s face fell, “Just for one person, I have to make a move?
Don’t you have a lot of people on your side?
What brings you personally all the way here?”
“If it were that simple, we wouldn’t be having this problem,” the man with the square face continued solemnly, “Do you still rember the na Ye Tian?”
Taking a drag of his cigarette, tasting the lingering flavor in his mouth, after a long pause, the elder then asked, “From the northeast?”
“Mhm.”
The old man took another puff of his cigarette, glanced out the window at the blazing noon sun, his eyes dazzled by the yellow earth beneath it.
Squinting as if reminiscing about sothing, but it was only for a mont.
The look in his eyes grew dimr, resolute, “The Ye Family, then.
They say Heaven watches all that we do; I never believed it, thought it was just gibberish to fool people.
If that was really the case, with so many lives taken by my hands, I should have been damned to Hell long ago.
But today, I believe.
Even God naps sotis, and when He wakes up, it’ll be ti to settle all accounts, old and new.”
“I can assign a few n to go with you, together…”
The old man dangled his smoking pipe from his mouth, waving his empty hand, “No need, too many people will just cause chaos.”
“Here is his address and information, take care of it.” The man with the square face handed over a transparent piece of paper with black writing on it.
“So many years and it’s still the sa thods.” The old man finished reading and crumpled the palm-sized transparent paper into a ball, opened his hand, and a pile of white powder fell to the ground.
“If sothing works well, there’s no need to change it, isn’t that right?
You’re still using your old leg fork, aren’t you?
And you still wear braids, heh heh.” The man with the square face smiled, got off the kang (traditional bed-stove), and stretched his waist, looking around, “These earth pits in the north are really uncomfortable to sit on, but you’ve managed to keep your little nest tidy.”
The tobacco was finished, and the old man knocked his pipe again on the table.
Maybe because he often did it in the sa place, that corner of the table was blacker than the rest, “What?
How about I tidy up a spot for you too?
Live next to , keep company.”
“Stop joking, I’m only fifty.
Next year, I’ll be holding my grandchild in my arms.
I don’t plan to keep company with an old geezer.”
While talking, the two n ca to the courtyard, where the young man in the black suit still lay.
Elder Qingshan squatted down, lifted the young man’s hand, pausing at his wrist, “His pulse is robust and vigorous, he’s not dying.
You seem quite concerned about this lad, is he a relative?”
“What relative?
I’ve just been with him for a long ti and grown fond of him.” The man with the square face also squatted down looking at the stern-faced young man, “He’s a tough kid, no parents, so he stayed by my side.
The kid has no issues except he’s stubborn, very stubborn!”
“Being stubborn is good.
Without stubbornness, how can a man achieve great things.
What’s his na?”
“Ma Chao.”
“The Five Tiger Generals’ Jin Machao?”
“Mhm.”
“The Flying General from the West Territory, with a heart full of loyalty and righteousness, yet lacking in cunning.” As he spoke, Elder Qingshan swiftly tapped several acupoints on Ma Chao’s upper body decisively and rapidly.
“What acupoints?”
Elder Qingshan glanced at him, “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand…
He’s awake now.”
Ma Chao opened his eyes and saw both n squatting around him, struggling to sit up, but feeling weak all over.
He rembered that when his punch t with Elder Qingshan’s, he didn’t feel the pleasure of his fist hitting flesh.
Instead, a force flowed like water into his body through his fist, followed by intense pain across his entire body.
Elder Qingshan took a licorice pill from his sleeve and placed it into Ma Chao’s mouth, “It’s not a panacea, just so leftover licorice pills from yesterday, they clear heat and reduce fire.
Your physique has a good foundation, go find a better master, practice so Tai Chi.
Xingyi Fist is fierce, not sothing you can train in this manner, otherwise, by the ti you’ve mastered it, you’ll have damaged your body just as thoroughly.” After patting Ma Chao’s shoulder twice, Elder Qingshan stood up and walked back into the house, the wooden doors adorned with Door Gods closed tightly behind him.
Ma Chao felt as if power returned to his body with those two pats on his shoulder, blocked ridians opened up again, and an unprecedented sense of pleasure flowed unobstructed through his body.
What was the background of this old fellow?
“Alright, stop gawking.
You can’t even begin to imagine how formidable this old coot is, let’s go.”
Standing by the window, one could see the Badaling Great Wall opposite.
“Here the roads diverge, extending in all directions, hence the na Badaling, it is the highest point of the Guan Mountain.” So it was described in the Ming Dynasty “Chang’an Guest Talk.”
As the afternoon approached, the sun was no longer as intense, lingering on the mountain peak as if reluctant to set, the Badaling Great Wall against the bearable sunlight looked even more majestic.
Taking a drag on his tobacco pipe, now devoid of tobacco leaves, Elder Qingshan sighed in resignation.
They say you’re not a hero until you’ve been to the Great Wall, but what of it when you’re there?
The setting sun, the twilight years, those alive, those dead, those lying down, those buried, isn’t it all the sa in the end?
An old man of the Xianbei Clan looked at the eight hundred miles of the Great Wall that afternoon, for a very, very long ti.
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