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[Text] Chapter 108, Yuwen Huangxue

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Following the waiter from the shop up the stairs, he entered the quiet and elegant sixth floor. After getting used to the noise below and outside, Pu Yi entered this small top floor, and suddenly felt a fresh feeling of being away from the hustle and bustle.

The layout on the sixth floor is not so magnificent, there are only five round tables standing by the window, the faint incense is wafting from the incense tripod, and with the slight breeze circulating in the room, a few calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall, not by the hands of famous masters, but Vigorous and powerful, with a special charm.

Four of the clean and tidy wooden tables were empty, and the only table directly in front of him sat a middle-aged man, whose attire once again surprised Di Cheng and the others a little.Wrapped in a green shirt, with a long beard dancing lightly, long hair tied up casually, and a resolute face commensurate with elegance, it is particularly eye-catching.

If you suddenly see a person dressed like this on a modern street, you will immediately become popular on the Internet and be dubbed the name of time travel.But at this moment, the situation, the man's faint aura, and the deep star-like eyes under his slightly closed eyes clearly showed the extraordinary identity of this person.When the shop waiter came up and down, his soft movements and awe-filled salute confirmed their thoughts.

Di Cheng and Yang Jing exchanged glances without disturbing each other, and sat down around the round table. The man in green shirt seemed to be lost in thought, still looking out of the window quietly.

It wasn't until... the smell of meat wafting from the waiter's side when serving the wine and dishes ruined the elegant environment, that the man in the green shirt frowned slightly and looked away.

"Patriarch, why do I feel weird?" Looking at his modern attire, the environment around him and the ancient utensils on the dining table, Sha Lang felt so weird, even his appetite was affected a bit. sub-influence.

"It's not bad. You can't find this kind of environment in the city." Di Cheng looked out the window. Although the town is big, the restaurant is high enough. From this point of view, almost half of the town can be included in the eyes, and the vision is broad. Under the effect of incense and incense, the irritable heart on the street just now also calmed down, and the thoughts became lively.Sweeping his eyes, Di Cheng focused on observing the direction of the street and the layout of various buildings. He didn't want to suddenly discover the existence of the guardian hermits, but at least he had to have a clear understanding of the layout of the entire town so that he could escape in the future.

Dahan gorged himself, as if his stomach had never been full.Both Yang Jing and Sha Lang had no appetite, so they simply ate something, looked out of the window, observed the layout of the town, and whispered a few words from time to time.

The man poured himself a cup of clear tea, and gently blew the hot air from the teacup. His extremely bright eyes turned slightly on several people, and finally settled on Di Cheng, and said softly: "Everything in the world is for profit. All the hustle and bustle is for profit, who knows today is gloomy, and who knows the past is panic. Young man, why did you come to this vast snowy region for fame? For profit? Or for something extraordinary."

The strange tone of voice and the incomprehensible sentences made Yang Jing and the three people who only knew how to fight frowned. Fortunately, they could see how extraordinary this person was, so they just glanced at him lightly and did not contradict him.

Di Cheng also withdrew his observing eyes, looked at this strange man, looked at him slightly, and responded gently: "I'm just a common man in the world, doing it for fame, for profit, and as a last resort."

"Ordinary people?" The man chuckled softly: "Are there still saints in this world? No. Only ordinary people and mediocre people, are you... are you vulgar or mediocre?"

Di Cheng also smiled, raised his teacup and bowed to the man, "I'm trying to free myself from mediocrity and strive towards the common people."

"What is a mediocre person? What is an ordinary person?" The man seemed to be a little interested, and looked at Di Cheng quietly, with a soft tone and a smile on his mouth, but there was an indescribable majesty permeating the space, faintly overwhelming Di Chengban raise.

"To be mediocre and to end up doing nothing is to be mediocre. To be in the name of profit, to be ambitious, to be obsessed is to be vulgar."

"What's your name, He Li, what ambition do you have, and what obsession do you have?" A few strange lights flashed in the man's star-like eyes, and he pressed his words step by step.

"Fame is the highest peak; profit is the glory of my tenth life; ambition and obsession are the fame and profit I seek." Di Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, put down his teacup, and looked at the man from a distance, a kind of A strange feeling that I have never had before lingers in my heart.He seemed to see a shadow deep in the man's deep eyes, a shadow similar to himself, which was ambition and longing, but it seemed to be bound and imprisoned by something.

"The pinnacle of the highest...the glory of the ten generations..." Sure enough, an inexplicable sadness flashed across the man's eyes. Although it disappeared in a flash and returned to the deep again, it was captured by Di Cheng, who was staring closely.

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again: "Perseverance needs to be complemented by strength, and ambition must be complemented by opportunities. Only when the two are in harmony can you climb up the stairs and reach the sky. What qualifications do you have to make such bold words? Who is qualified to set this fame and fortune."

"There is no such thing as everything in the world. We can only keep searching, breaking through, and moving forward. Although I have just started, I am thousands of miles away from that empty goal, but..." Di Cheng's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked directly at the man in the blue shirt: "At least I am Already started."

Looking at each other quietly, and then fell silent again, the man suddenly smiled slowly and shook his head, raised the teacup in front of him, returned it to Di Chengna toasted, and offered his name: "My surname is Yuwen, my name is Huangxue, young man... how about you?" ?”

"My surname is Di, and my first name is Cheng."

Perhaps it was the intentional or unintentional exchange just now that won his favor, and Yuwen Huangxue, who hadn't spoken for a long time, couldn't help saying more: "From the east of the snow mountain?"

"From China."

"Where is Huaxia?"

"I have no home for the time being, and I have been wandering around, so I don't have a hometown. If I have to say one... it would be Inner Mongolia."

"Come here for the black fist?" Yuwen Huangxue couldn't help but turn his gaze to Yang Jing and Dahan. The sturdy body and the evil spirit all over his body could easily remind people of that kind of bloody fighting.

"That's it."

"It's...hehe, then it's not." Yuwen Huangxue clearly caught Di Cheng's slight pauses and changes in tone, and made a judgment very naturally.But before Di Cheng became alert, he didn't get too entangled in this issue. "It's rare for me to come out, but I don't want to meet someone I'm destined to meet in this chaotic place. The course of life is really mysterious. There is a decree in the dark, and you and I meet here today, which can be regarded as fate.

There is nothing special about Kangba town, only the training camp and the black boxing arena. Outsiders are not allowed to approach the training camp, but the black boxing arena is a wonderful place.How about it, are you interested in watching a few shows with me, and enjoying the demeanor of the warriors in the snow field? "

"Brother Cheng (Patriarch)." Di Cheng reminded Yang Jing and Sha Lang at the same time, the middle-aged man's words and deeds were weird, the key was that he gave them an inexplicable threat.Especially Yang Jing, he is quite proud of his own strength. In fact, he has grown up in fighting since he was a child. He is extremely powerful in terms of personal strength, combat experience and danger prediction, and can make people of his level feel threatened. , this person in front of him... must have another layer of tyrannical identity that is unknown.

Yuwen Huangxue lightly sipped the tea in the cup, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, got up and sorted out the well-fitting green shirt, and walked out, he didn't say a word when he passed by, but it was better than any invitation.

"I don't object to going to the black boxing arena, but this person is weird. Before finding out his identity, it's best to stagger with him, or don't go today." Yang Jing said again, he is bold and likes adventure and excitement , but had to consider Di Cheng's life safety first in this dangerous situation.

Glancing at the teacup still steaming on the table in front of him, Di Cheng was silent for a while, then got up and followed with a soft smile.

"Brother Cheng!" The three shouted.

"Let's go, let's see the black boxing arena." Di Cheng had already stepped downstairs with a wafting voice.

"What should I do? Do you want to inform King Kong and the others to come over?" Sha Lang frowned slightly. The town is a chaotic place, and the black boxing arena must be more complicated. Pay attention, but it will be a little troublesome.

"You don't need to inform King Kong, let's go and have a look first, take your weapons and let's go!" Signaling the two of them to be more careful, Yang Jing, who was a little helpless and faintly excited, hesitated for a moment and had to follow.