Chapter 120: Little Old Man
Li Changsheng and everyone turned their heads to the little old man, who was wearing a black fitted short jacket and black cloth shoes. His head was already bald without a single strand of hair, but he had a small gray goatee on his chin.
The little old man looked very famous in the local area. He proudly waved his hand to the gaze around him, then flipped off his horse's back and stood steadily on the ground. His outstanding appearance immediately caused a burst of applause from his colleagues. The little old man hooked his finger at Li Changsheng and smiled contemptuously.
Li Changsheng stood still, and the little old man noticed that his provocation was not effective. He took it seriously and walked over quickly, saying, "Young man, I heard you have practiced martial arts before. Do you dare to fight me?" The little old man walked up to Li Changsheng and hugged his chest.
Li Changsheng looked at the little old man with no hostility on his face, but there was a murderous aura in his eyes. Li Changsheng thought to himself, "I have no grudges or grievances against him. This old man is going to kill me!"
Li Changsheng said, "Laozi said, the smartest person usually looks foolish. The person with the best eloquence usually looks dull."
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The little old man was taken aback and asked, "What does that mean?"
Li Changsheng said, "What Laozi means is that in this world, truly powerful people may appear ordinary on the surface."
"You don't need to compliment me, don't you dare to fight me?" the little old man sneered.
"Do you think I was just complimenting you? I want to tell you that true kung fu masters don't have your arrogant demeanor, they even look inferior to ordinary people." Li Changsheng also smiled, "But people like you and the chubby monk in the small temple ahead are also rare kung fu experts in the world. How could you be willing to bow down and become slaves to money and power?"
"Do you feel very aggrieved? Because you don't have the superior treatment we have?" The little old man had rich social experience and looked coldly at Li Changsheng. "Young man, do you want to provoke me so that you can increase your chances of winning? I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice! Talking too much is useless, let's fight!" The little old man waved his sleeves and made a gesture of invitation with his Xingyi Fist.
"Why didn't you die of saltiness after eating so much salt? Eating too much salt can dehydrate you, no wonder you're so thin and dry!" Li Changsheng sneered at him.
The little old man was not angry either. His big feet, wearing black cloth shoes, quickly rushed towards Li Changsheng in a straight line. Straight go, with a speed as fast as electricity.
The founder of Xingyi Quan was the famous general Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty. Yue Fei was a general who fought on horseback. When the cavalry engaged in battle, they could only charge directly towards the enemy. So the martial arts created by Yue Fei also attack in a straight line, without swaying or dodging from side to side. So it's as fierce as tiger hunting.
The little old man is proficient in the essence of Xingyi Fist, and his fists win with fast, accurate, and ruthless methods.
He punched Li Changsheng in the chest, and his fist wind suddenly howled, as if a strong wind was sweeping in.