The old man looked at Qiao Suinian expectantly. As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires. He was now full and satisfied.
"That's none of your business, go play by yourself."
Qiao Suinian directly dismissed the old man. Although the old man seemed somewhat mysterious, who doesn't have secrets? He wasn't interested in the old man's secrets; he just wanted to figure out what happened that night.
"Don't go! You don't have to offer to wash my feet, but I see you have extraordinary talent! You're a martial arts prodigy, one in a million! The fate of world peace rests on your shoulders. I have a secret manual here, and I think it's meant for you, so I'll sell it to you for ten dollars!"
The old man pulled a book from his pocket, on which were written four large characters in a flamboyant style: "Young Abin".
"No, no, I took the wrong one." The old man hurriedly hid the book, then took out a few more books. Qiao Suinian vaguely saw some words on the book covers, such as Jin Mei, Bai Jie, and Zhou Kefan.
Qiao Suinian's lips twitched. It turned out that this old man was not only mentally ill, but also a very lecherous one.
He didn't want to pay attention to the old man and turned to leave, but after taking only a couple of steps, he heard the old man muttering to himself behind him.
"Really not going to learn? What a waste of such a promising talent! His bones are as fine as gold and jade, impervious to all evil! In ancient times, he would have been a potential emperor. If he could grow up, it would be a great blessing for the human race."
Qiao Suinian paused, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Bones as hard as gold and jade! Impervious to all evil!
He remembered those eight words of evaluation very clearly. It was from these words that the Eighth Elder of the Abyss Demon Clan judged that he possessed dragon bones.
This mentally ill old man actually managed to tell that he had dragon bones?
Qiao Suinian turned her head and stared intently at the old man, as if trying to see right through him.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm warning you, this old man doesn't sell himself!" The old man warily covered his withered chest.
"What did you just say about me?" Qiao Suinian asked, staring into the old man's eyes.
"What did I say about you? I said you have bones as hard as gold and jade, impervious to all evil, and the bearing of a human emperor!" the old man replied sincerely. "I really do have a secret manual, do you want to learn it?"
The old man pulled out another book from his pocket. This time it wasn't a strange book; the title was simple, just the two characters "Tai Chi".
Qiao Suinian took the book with some suspicion. He vaguely suspected that it was a pornographic book with a cover, but when he opened it, he found that what the old man had given him this time was not something strange. It was actually an understanding and interpretation of Tai Chi.
However, it seems that the entire book was handwritten, and the very first sentence made Qiao Suinian unable to hold back her emotions.
"All things embrace yin and bear yang, and through the interaction of these two forces, harmony is achieved. Isolated yin cannot produce, and solitary yang cannot grow." After reading this, I, the old man, think Lao Tzu wrote it very well, which makes me extremely envious!
Qiao Suinian: "......"
Could this be some random thing that crazy old man wrote? He forced himself to read on, and before he knew it, he was completely absorbed in the book.
Two little figures appeared in his mental world, one black and one white. The two figures, one still and one moving, fought directly against each other.
The white figure's attacks were swift as the wind, reaching extreme speed, while the black figure stood still, yet it accurately defended against every single attack from the white figure.
The white figure moved faster and faster, while the black figure moved slower and slower. When the white figure reached a certain speed, a black patch appeared on its body, and finally, the white figure turned into a black figure!
Then the original black figure did the same. When its movements slowed down to a certain point, it slowly turned white. The colors of the two figures completely changed, and in the end, they slowly merged together, each containing the other, and could no longer be separated.
Qiao Suinian suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily. His forehead was covered in sweat, as if he had just gone through a major battle.
"Holy crap... what's the deal with that crazy old man's book...?"
Qiao Suinian was utterly shocked. Just now, as he was reading the book, he felt as if he had fallen into a dream, completely engrossed in it and unable to extricate himself. The author of that book had clearly reached a superb level of understanding of the essence of Tai Chi.
He looked down and realized that the book in his hand was gone, and the crazy old man was nowhere to be found either.
"That crazy old man...could he really be the legendary God of War?" Qiao Suinian couldn't help but frown. But that didn't make sense. If the old man really was the God of War, Lu Xiangrui shouldn't have failed to recognize him that day.
Qiao Suinian couldn't help but stand up, recalling the two little figures, one still and one moving, that had just appeared in her mind. Her five fingers slowly closed, and then, seemingly extremely slowly, she weakly and feebly threw out a punch, which hit the wall next to her.
Boom!
In an instant, the entire wall collapsed with a loud bang, and rubble mixed with dust rolled down.
Qiao Suinian was somewhat taken aback. He really hadn't used much force in that punch; it was just a casual outburst, yet it still caused such destructive power.
At this moment, a man sitting on the toilet behind the wall was also stunned.
None of my family members understand. He was taking a dump at home when some random guy came over and punched his wall, smashing it to pieces.
"Big Fool Chun, what are you doing?!"
The man roared angrily; the sudden turn of events had so frightened him that he almost choked on his own poop.
"Report even the slightest bit! Report even the slightest bit!"
After apologizing, Qiao Suinian quickly made his escape. Although he wasn't a very moral person, he still felt guilty for disturbing someone's pooping. After all, even the strongest man is vulnerable when he's taking a dump.
Even someone as strong as boxing champion Mike Tyson would panic if someone broke into his room while he was taking a dump.
When he returned to the celebration in Jinling, Qin Fufeng and the others had already registered.
"Where did you go?" Qin Fufeng looked at Qiao Suinian suspiciously. He vaguely felt that something about Qiao Suinian had changed, as if... he had gained a calm and composed temperament? Like an unmoving Mount Tai.
This feeling, though faint, piqued Qin Fufeng's curiosity.
"I went to watch someone else poop."
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