After spending two days, Watson listened to the old man telling several horrifying stories and saw several weapons that he had never seen in his life.

He was even thinking if he could bring these weapons to his godfather...or if he could get the blueprints of Peacock Ling earlier.

So, will the Southern Xinjiang War in the Five Regions become simpler?

Thinking of this, Watson, who got up late, couldn't help but laugh.

Opening the door and looking at the snow-capped mountains is still the same, but today there are a few more snowflakes, and there is a bit more chill in the wind.

The old man sat quietly at the table boiling water and making tea. He looked at Watson and smiled: "Would you like to continue? I still have two stories to tell."

Watson sighed and said: "We are already two days late, why not let my sister and the others wait for another two days."

He was afraid that the next time he rescued his sister, the old man might have left this place. Some people would be difficult to see again once they left.

This truth was told to him by his godfather.

"I showed you five weapons, do you like any of them?" the old man asked thoughtfully, looking at the occasional snowflake falling in the wind.

“All good.”

Watson thought for a while and said quietly: "If I have the chance, I would even like to take them all as my own, and then slowly practice them and become familiar with using them."

The old man looked at him strangely, thought for a while and said, "You can't be greedy. Even if you have these weapons, you may not be able to do better."

"I just thought about it. Master said that we should seek everything from our hearts and should not be controlled by external things. Although I don't understand it very well, we are slowly learning."

Watson recalled that the bandits and killers he encountered along the way either used knives or swords. He really didn't see anyone using a spear, which was a pity.

Because it can be seen that the old man's experience is comparable to that of Kunlun's law enforcement elders and others.

"I can understand if you want these weapons." The old man said lightly: "But you should listen to me tell all the stories first."

Watson took a deep breath, bowed his head and said, "Please speak."

The old man nodded, took out the last weapon and put it on the table. Watson looked at it and was speechless because he had never seen it before.

I saw that this was a weapon that looked neither like a knife nor a sword. Although the forward edge was curved like a hook, it was not a hook. It was a strange shape.

"Senior, what is this?" Watson looked at the weapons on the table and couldn't help but ask.

The old man sighed and said softly: "This is a farewell hook. His original owner once said: I only use this farewell hook to get together."

"Farewell? Reunion? Isn't this an allusion in Buddhism?"

Watson thought about the Buddhist scriptures he usually read, and was confused for a moment.

The old man sighed and said: "A person does not live for himself. There are many people in the world who live for others. If you have already shouldered some responsibilities, don't let them go casually."

Watson shook his head and said softly: "That would be too painful."

Speaking of this, he thought of his parents, his sister, his master and the little monk under the abyss. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

"What is reunion, and what is separation? Since we have enjoyed the joy of reunion, why can't we endure separation? How can we appreciate the joy of reunion if we have never experienced the pain of separation?"

The old man said quietly: "Some people are like spiders, spinning webs all day long, waiting for others to throw themselves into their webs, but the first one to be trapped by this web is himself."

"Some people think that spiders are stupid, and the spider probably knows that too, but it just has to do this."

When the old man said this, he seemed to be a spider spinning its web.

"Why? If you don't like it, you don't have to do it?"

Watson was confused again. It seemed to him that since Nalan Qiuxue didn't like him, he could force him to break off the engagement, and because he didn't like the inexplicable engagement, he could do what she wanted.

Isn't it just a marriage certificate? I'll give it back to you.

The old man chuckled and replied with a bitter look on his face: "What if we don't do it? Because this net is not only the source of its food, but also its only pleasure. It cannot survive without building a net."

As if thinking of his past, the smile on the old man's face gradually froze, he looked at Watson and sighed.

He said quietly: "Listen to me to finish this story."

This story is very interesting. Di Qinglin is a hereditary first-class prince and the most romantic young man in the world.

Yang Zheng is a descendant of a gangster and a small catcher of the county government.

Can Yang Zheng resist Di Qinglin's conspiracy with the power of a small head catcher?

Di Qinglin is dressed in white as snow and kills people in a gentle and affectionate way. He owns a huge house but no home. He is the greatest evil among great evils and the greatest traitor among great evils.

In my opinion, the bad thing about Di Qinglin is that he has no choice, that is his fate.

He killed his friends, his lover, and his master because he only loved himself, and he had no friends, lovers, or masters in his heart.

But Yang Zheng, the owner of the Farewell Hook, was as miserable as dirt.

He often laughed at himself and said: "I don't know what martial arts is at all, I only know how to knock people down."

He has love and determination, and he did not give in or collapse in the face of the threats from Lai Zi Jianghu.

He picked up the parting hook. It looked neither like a knife nor a sword. Although the forward part was curved like a hook, it was not a hook. It was a strange shape.

"Why did you use such a cruel weapon?" Lu Suwen, the woman who loved him, asked.

Yang Zheng replied: "Because I don't want to be forced to say goodbye to the one I love."

"You used the farewell hook just to get together." Lu Suwen seemed to understand what he meant.

"Since it's a hook, why is it called farewell?"

"Because this hook will cause separation no matter what it hooks. If it hooks your hand, your hand will be separated from your wrist; if it hooks your foot, your foot will be separated from your leg."

"If it hooks my throat, I'm done with this world?"

"Yes,"

"Why did you use such a cruel weapon?"

"Because I don't want to be forced to part with the one I love."

Di Qinglin was wanted by the government because he conspired with the Qinglong Society to kill Wan Junwu and robbed millions of official silver. He was hunted down by Yang Zheng.

In order to defeat the powerful opponent, Yang Zheng had no choice but to break his own arm with a parting hook before he could kill Di Qinglin.

Using the pain of a broken arm in exchange for the life of his opponent, this is what Yang Zheng often said: separation is for a better reunion, and he finally did it.

Although one arm was broken, it was not easy to get together. Fortunately, Yang Zheng finally reunited with his beloved woman and went into seclusion...

When the old man said this, he reached out and touched the parting hook on the table, shook his head and put it away with a wave of his hand.

Watson thought about how the master in the story used the pain of a broken arm to achieve the final victory.

I couldn't help but say: "Is this God's will or a coincidence? What if he fails to defeat his opponent after breaking his arm?"

"This is a coincidence, and it is also God's will. Coincidences are often God's will." The old man said quietly: "In my opinion, even if it is God's will, it is deliberately made by God's hands."

Watson shook his head, thinking about the many hardships he had experienced along the way. Was it God's will? Or was it a coincidence?

God’s will is impermanent, unpredictable, and difficult to believe, but who can completely disbelieve it?

Thinking of what the old monk told me, the war in Southern Xinjiang will begin soon, and the army from Feixian Island in the South China Sea will set fire to Nanyun City.

Watson thought that he had to rescue his sister, senior brother and others from the secret realm first, and then go find the legendary meteorite. For a moment, he felt that time was really running out.

For a moment, I couldn't help but ask: "After listening to the stories that senior told for three days, I really have nothing to repay. I wonder what senior wants from me?"

"If you have no demands from me, then whatever you want is fine."

The old man waved his hand, as if he remembered something important, and said: "If you want me to help you, you have to tell me some interesting stories."

"I have too little experience, how can I get into the eyes of my seniors?"

Watson spread his hands and said helplessly: "In addition to practicing Buddhism, I also encountered some killers after going down the mountain, and then it seems that there is really nothing worth saying."

The old man disagreed, and knocked on the table gently and said: "Hurry up and make tea, do you want to kill me with thirst? Stories don't have to be earth-shattering to be touching..."

"As long as you are attentive enough, as long as you can calm down and appreciate the people and things you encounter at every intersection in your life, those are the most precious assets in your life."

The old man looked at Watson who was making a fire and boiling water, and continued: "It's just like you occasionally get a small box of spiritual tea, just like you spent a long time trying to find no trace of your sister, and then inadvertently..."

Watson was stunned by the old man's gentle words.

The only reason he has struggled to survive since he was a child is because of his congenital disability. Because of this, his parents had to travel around the world to find the elixir for him, and the family was divided into two parts.

Later, after practicing Buddhist techniques at Yunqi Temple and curing his old illness, he had to fight ghosts and zombies under the abyss every day.

Not to mention going down the mountain in winter to buy spiritual tea and clothes for the master and meeting a killer. He experienced life and death in one day and killed the killers bribed by the academy's genius in one day.

In his opinion, from that day on, his temperament gradually became indifferent. It was not until he met his mother-in-law, Xiaoxue, Zhu Jiu and others that he realized that he was actually very lucky.

At least between life and death, Jiang Qingqing came, her mother-in-law came, and her master and young monk came.

Is this God's will? Or a coincidence?

Or are the hands of fate above the nine heavens manipulating me to uncover the dirty side of Kunlun, and save dozens of children kidnapped by killers through adventures along the way?

It turns out that the scenery on the road is indeed the most beautiful, although I was walking in a hurry and didn't even look at it carefully.

Sitting in the stone house, looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky, and staring at the top of the snow-capped mountains not far away in a daze.

Watson couldn't help but said: "Fortunately, I haven't encountered any choices along the way. Even if I encounter someone occasionally, I can kill it with my sword."

After hearing this, the old man finally showed some joyful expression on his face.

Looking at him, he said: "If you don't choose your practice, it will become simple. Only simple practice will take you to a higher state."

Watson chuckled: "That seems to be the truth."

Ever since his master asked him to climb Wentian Peak, he seemed to have no choice. From then on, his mission was to conquer that dangerous peak with the Demon-Conquering Sword on his back.

Later, the white-bearded old monk took him to Bingfeng Gorge and asked him to practice his sword in the strong wind, but he had no choice.

Later, when he reached the abyss and faced the terrifying ghosts and zombies, he had no choice, because fate chose him, and he had to fulfill his agreement with the little monk.

The old man clapped his hands, took a sip of the hot tea that Huawei added, and said loudly: "Now, let me see your sincerity!"

Watson closed his eyes and thought about the ups and downs he had experienced along the way. He carefully took out a cloth bag wrapped in many layers and opened the treasure he had treasured for many years.
Chapter completed!