Everyday I Get up to See the Villain Stealing the Show 32
Han Changsheng left Yuehua Mountain with An Yuan on his back . Â
Looking up at the mountain, An Yuan asked, âWhy donât you take me up the mountain?â
Han Changsheng chose a remote path entirely out of the way for fear of running into people . He was worried the people of the sect would have already discovered them missing . And now, the Dog Lord lost his memory . He couldnât possibly take him back to the Yuehua Sect without his ident.i.ty being exposed .
âThere is no reason to go up the mountain?â He said, âYour friends and relatives arenât on the hill . Iâll take you to look for them now . â
An Yuan sneered, thinking Han Changshengâs fib was pitiful . He was observant enough to know Han Changsheng was afraid of meeting the people on the mountain . They wore the same clothes, showing they were disciples of a sect . They were behind a mountain, and he was suggesting the people on the mountain had nothing to do with them . Even a seven-year-old wouldnât believe it . However, An Yuan didnât want to expose Han Changshengâs lies just yet . He wanted to see what tricks the guy would play . Â
Han Changsheng didnât care if An Yuan could see through his lies . The most important thing was quickly pa.s.sing the hot potato, the Dog Lord, to the old man . Â
Han Changsheng arrived at the pavilion at the foot of the Yuehua Mountain with An Yuan on his back . It was the same place where Han Changsheng met the strange old man and fought the Yunxiao Sect disciples . To his surprise, when they arrived, he saw a white-haired old man meditating, just like that day . Â
The strange old man meditated in the pavilion every day? Was there something special about this place?
Han Changsheng took An Yuan inside, where a few people lingered . He wanted to put An Yuan in the pavilion, then buy two veiled hats and new clothes . Although he hated to admit it, An Yuanâs face was eye-catching . It wouldnât be easy to handle his affairs in the disciplesâ clothes . He had to change garb before he could take An Yuan away .
Stepping inside, Han Changsheng hoped the old man would keep to himself . He didnât plan to have anything to do with him . As he approached, though, the old man opened his eyes and looked straight at him and An Yuan . Seeing the sword on his hip, his face changed . Â
He was fierce, power was written into the lines of his face . Han Changsheng hesitated, then sat An Yuan down in a lotus position style . Pretending to be modest, he said, âThis one greets this predecessor . We are disturbing the seniorâs rest . Iâm sorry, we will leave here soon . â
The old man stared at him and said nothing . Â
Thinking for a moment, Han Changsheng asked, âDoes our predecessor know the whereabouts of the Old Man Xuanji?â He didnât know where to look for this mysterious old man . He intended to inquire about the news along the way . Now that he met the old man, though, he spoke outright . He had lived for such a long time, he might know the whereabouts of the old man Xuanji .
The old man glared . âDid he tell you to come find me?â
It shocked Han Changsheng . Â
Who is he? Wait! Find âmeâ? Could this be the old man?
Before he had time to question further, the old man made a move, attacking Han Changsheng with an eagleâs claw . Stunned, Han Changsheng dodged at the last minute and asked, âWhat are you doing?â
The old man didnât speak . He aimed another claw at the black iron sword on Han Changshengâs hip . Seeing that he wanted the sword, Han Changsheng pulled it from his waist and grasped it in his hand . Â
Pressing forward, the old man attacked again and again . Han Changsheng had to struggle to counter him . He was so fierce that the cult leader had to fight back even if he didnât want to . After two moves, he drew his sword out of its sheath and tried to repel him . Â
Once the old man saw the sword, his offensive moves grew more and more fierce . It took every bit of Han Changshengâs effort and concentration to fight back . The old man eyed his fighting style, growing more and more excited as they fought . His eyes shone . Â Â
An Yuan, covered in injuries, sat off to the side, unable to intervene . He watched them dubiously . It was all he could do . Â
Finally, the old man stepped back, ceasing the battle . âGood, good!â
Knowing he wasnât his opponent, Han Changsheng dared not take advantage of the old manâs retreat . He frowned then stepped back . âWhat are you doing?â
The strange old man smiled but didnât explain . He shot a dart Han Changsheng was too late to guard against . It hit right in his acupuncture point . Han Changshengâs face s.h.i.+fted . He didnât have time to ask again . The old man grabbed his collar and flew out . Han Changsheng saw only An Yuanâs face contorted in surprise, slipping further and further away from him . At last, he was out of sight . Â
The two arrived at deserted woods, and the old man finally put Han Changsheng down and released his acupuncture points . Â
The old man grabbed Han Changshen by his collar and dragged him up . Unable to breathe, he asked, âWhat are you doing?â
Smiling, the old man said, âHow did you change your face from the previous time I saw you? Iâve seen you before, but it wasnât this face . This visage is much better . â
Han Changsheng was rightly shocked . He didnât expect the old man to be so powerful, he could see his ease in a glance . He didnât know that the man had become specialized in internal strength for several decades, nor that he had been trained to recognize their internal abilities . No matter what Han Changsheng was capable of, as long as he could see his breath, the old man could beat him . Â
Seeing Han Changshengâs look of surprise, the old man didnât engage the topic . Instead, he asked, âWhat is your relations.h.i.+p with Lan Fang?â
At the manâs mention of Lan Fang, Han Changsheng stared blankly . He remembered how the old man stared at the saber at his waist and was frightened to realize it was the sword the elder Lan Fang gave him . After thinking about it, he replied honestly, âI am a disciple of Elder Lan Fang . â
Startled, the old man said, âSure enough . I only intended to test you and your swordsmans.h.i.+p . As expected, you have his style . I didnât foresee him to accept a direct disciple, and he even pa.s.sed the Chanting Dragon sword to you . It seems heâs also getting old . â
Han Changsheng looked on in amazement . Who was the old man? He was familiar with Elder Lan Fang . Was he the disciple brother who withdrew from the Yuehua Sect?
âAfter a blink of an eye, Iâve been fighting with him for a lifetime,â The old man ridiculed himself, âI was young and frivolous, I wanted to fight for the best in the world . I wanted nothing . I only knew how to train;Â I almost went into Qi deviation . Deranged for decades . Â
Nowadays, there are many talents in the world of martial arts, and few people remember how stubborn we are . I know the limit is near, and someday, I will reach it . I will fight for it . After a lifetime, it is just like this . Thereâs not a caring person around me . If I could have cherished the surrounding people, maybe I wouldnât have so many regrets today . . . â
Listening to him talking to himself, it confused Han Changsheng . âAre you looking for Elder Lan Fang?â
Sighing, the old man said, âI want to see him, but I donât have the face to see him . â
Han Changshengâs mouth twitched . Why was this old fart being so awkward now?
Once, he shaved all the fur off one of Gu Mingxiaoâs favorite catâs b.u.t.ts . Gu Ming was so furious, he didnât say a word to him for a month . He thickened his face and followed behind Gu Mingâs back, trying to earn back his favor by amusing him and slowly coaxed him out in this manner . What was having no face? His old face could still be worth a few coins .
Looking Han Changsheng up and down, the old man smiled, âItâs a great comfort to see his apprentice so prosperous . Look at you, look at your breath! You are only about twenty years old this year, yes? At that age, you are a hundred times more accomplished than we were . â
Han Changsheng licked his lips . âThat, you canât . . . Are you the old man, Xuanji?â
Just as he heard the name, the old man took a seat, his time was limited . Was it true that . . . ?
The strange old man smiled and stroked his beard . âIsnât the old man already answering you? I am an old man . âÂ
Frowning, Han Changsheng was shocked .  f.u.c.k! He wasted so much effort, searched high and up everywhere! This old man was The mysterious old man?! He was Elder Lan Fangâs s.h.i.+di?! Han Changsheng thought heâd be harder to find, but that wasnât the case . He just came down the mountain and found him immediately! Sometimes, the stinky G.o.ds werenât reliable at all!
âYou donât look like youâre about to die!â Han Changsheng blurted out . The old man was full of spirit and internal strength . He thought the mysterious old man he was looking for would be weak, lying in wait for his end . How could this old man be almost dead ?!
The old man Xuanji shook his head . âIf you know how to look at the breath, you will know I have little time left . When I was young, I was eager for quick success, and I strayed from the path . Now, my internal organs are already rotted . If not for this infuriating struggle, I would have kicked the bucket three or four days ago . â
Han Changsheng unfathomably sized the old man up and down .
The mysterious old man went on . âWhen I face death, I looked back at the past and knew my mistake was outrageous . I care about it . I want that man to take a glimpse at my life . I had to beat him, I wasted my life . For those who care, who bother to fight one last breath, to accompany him, to be good to him, only these are true . Unfortunately, I only understood this just a little time before it was too late . â
Cautiously, Han Changsheng said, âThen you came here . Do you want to see the Elder Lan Fang again?â
The old man Xuanji smiled and said, âIâve thought about it, but then I got here . I didnât want him to see me like this, and I didnât want to incite any sentimentality . There is however; another reason . I have been practicing for decades, and I have a skill, but I do not have a disciple . I want to benefit future generations, but I donât want to live my life . Since I had a relations.h.i.+p with the Yuehua Sect, I wanted to come back to pick a spiritual, intelligent disciple and pa.s.s on my internal strength . â
Han Changsheng took a deep breath . From the beginning, he knew something was wrong, and finally realized it . This guy was the mysterious old man . According to the fate written for Xianjun, the mysterious old man will pa.s.s all his internal force to An Yuan before he died . This was a turning point in An Yuanâs life! However, the old man had not given An Yuan even a glance! It was as if he didnât know him! What was going on?!
Old man Xuanji looked at Han Changsheng, his gaze fixed . âI stayed here for a few days, under the Yuehua Sect . I met a few of the disciples and went down the mountain . Iâve seen almost all the young disciples . Among your generation, only you and the child with you today are superior in talent and have won my heart . On that day, when both of you were far away . I prefer more on the child . He is more stable than you, but when you stepped out for this old man and taught those few brats who donât know how to behave a lesson . This old man feels that he appreciates your hot-bloodedness . â
Han Changshengâs jaw hit the ground . Â
No, this is too big of a misunderstanding! I didnât try to save you . Can you not be so pa.s.sionate?!
âToday, I know that youâre a direct disciple of Lan Fang,â the old man said, âI am more convinced that I have not read the wrong person . I always had a regret in this life, that I should not have argued with Lan Fang . Now, you have him . The foreign swordsmans.h.i.+p method . I will tell you that my internal force is pa.s.sed on to you, and I can make up for this regret . âÂ
Scared and retreated, Han Changsheng said, âI donât . . . wait . . . â
Without waiting for Han Changsheng to finish the refusal, old man Xuanji pressed his shoulders and pointed his fingers along with several of his acupuncture points . Han Changshengâs legs went soft, he fell to the ground . The mysterious old man pulled his shoulders together, adjusted his posture, and sat down behind him . Â
The warm, internal force was slowly introduced into Han Changshengâs body . Â
Ten thousand words all poured into Han Changshengâs mind at the same time . He didnât know how to tuck himself away from all the sentences . However, the constant influx of internal forces made his limbs grow more comfortable, and slowly, he relaxed .