Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 35 Old fool

I have witnessed the glamorous side of the superhumans, such as the Deyun Society, where they step into the spotlight like celebrities; I have also witnessed the dark side of the superhuman circle, which is dirty and unscrupulous.

Some adhere to their principles, some follow the rules, and some act recklessly.

In general, it all comes down to an individual's character, or what we might call human nature.

An extraordinary person, after all, has the word "extraordinary" in their name; they are unconventional, outstanding, and different from ordinary people.

With such special abilities, those with poor character often regard themselves as superior, while those with better character can adhere to the rules and follow their own heart.

There are also people like the Old Celestial Master who are calm and composed, doing whatever they want without overstepping the bounds.

Strip away the skin and you're left with nothing but 206 bones, flesh, grime, and hair. Put on clothes and you'll have 18,000 different appearances. In life, you can guess people's hearts; in death, you can see their white bones.

But when you actually see the bones, you realize that the evil person's heart is just as red, their blood just as hot, and their bones are no different from anyone else's.

After leaving the dog farm, Han Yun kept thinking about what kind of person he would become in the future.

In the past, it was said that reason prevailed everywhere, while unreasonableness made it difficult to move an inch; but now society is different, and the rules for getting by have changed.

Now, shamelessness reigns supreme, while honesty struggles to get by; good deeds are riddled with flaws, while bad deeds are flawlessly concealed; bad people act with righteous indignation, while good people are left battered and bruised.

"Tsk!"

Han Yun chuckled. Why was he worrying so much? He glanced at the twin swords in his hands, a strange resolve stirring within him. A complex web of emotions, the treacherous nature of human hearts, the good and the bad, the cold and the warm, the real and the fake…

What I believe is correct.

All I ask for is a clear understanding of the mind.

Finally, it's almost time for the last person.

Lang Chun's ancestors were from the Niohuru clan. His father was a first-class bodyguard in charge of affairs at the Shangyu Preparatory Office, a first-class bodyguard in charge of sticky poles, and also served as the chief of the guards.

When he was young, his father died in America and his body was never found. So he was taken in as a disciple by another master of the Sticky Rod Bureau and carefully taught.

It's a pity that his master died under the blade of Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman.

Back then, he was young and impetuous and had sworn to avenge his master, but within a few months, Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, died, and a few years later, the previous dynasty was gone.

He lived in that turbulent era like a passerby, watching the country fall into ruin. In his mind, there was no home or country, so he was childless in his old age.

Perhaps "numb" is a more fitting word to describe him. It is precisely because there are so many numb people that... sigh, I won't say anymore.

Lang Chun's father and master were both from the previous dynasty, so he was naturally quite old, a full 123 years old.

It is rare for a person to live to seventy, but for extraordinary people, longevity is not difficult, and there are even those who live to the age of one hundred and twenty to one hundred and fifty.

For example, the old master Zhang Zhiwei is over a hundred years old, and he can still slap people with his passionate hands.

The reason why Lang Chun was placed last is because of his advanced age and the fact that he lived in a hutong (traditional alleyway) where there were many people and distractions.

Only after dealing with the three men and when it was late at night could Han Yun make his move.

Han Yun twisted and turned until he arrived at the entrance of a hutong (alleyway), then found a five-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house), and went directly over the wall to the east bedroom of the main house. Han Yun sat down on a chair in the bedroom and gently tapped his fingers.

Although Lang Chun was old, his hearing was still sharp. He rolled over in bed and got up. Despite his plump appearance and round face, he was quite agile, like a nimble fat man.

But Lang Chun is old and experienced, having weathered decades of storms, so he was naturally not intimidated by this situation.

He didn't say anything, but walked to the side and turned on the light, acting like a host entertaining guests.

After brewing the tea, he sat down opposite Han Yun, picked up the covered bowl, gently blew on it, took a sip, and, with perfect poise, asked, "Young friend, wouldn't you say I'm an unwelcome guest?"

"You're an unwelcome guest; I'm going to take your life!"

Lang Chun paused, put down his teacup, and laughed, "I'm over a hundred years old and won't live for many more years. I might not even survive this winter. Why bother going through all this trouble, young friend?"

Han Yun's eyes were bright as he carefully stared at the other person: "If things are done poorly, regardless of age or strength, the consequences must be borne!"

Lang Chun hesitated for a moment, then feigned ignorance and asked, "What...what is it?"

Han Yun looked at the other person and said in an icy tone, "You should know these three people: Na Kui, Ma Qi, and Tong Muqing!"

Lang Chun then feigned realization: "Oh, those three? Of course I know them. They're kind of my juniors. They've come to visit this old man quite often during holidays. What, did something happen to them?"

Although the old man spoke calmly and subtly distanced himself from the situation, his cloudy eyes were intentionally or unintentionally scrutinizing the twin swords in Han Yun's hands.

Han Yun smiled, then deliberately slammed the twin swords in his hands onto the table. The soft "thump" sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Then he held up two fingers: "Two things, one concerns the descendants of Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, and the other concerns those people in Northeast China. Don't tell me you don't know."

Lang Chun's eyes narrowed, and he leaned back: "What if I know? What if I don't? I'm practically half-buried here, so I can't see anything anyway."

"It's wise to play dumb sometimes!"

Lang Chun's words implied that he knew what they had done but deliberately let it go without stopping them. In Han Yun's view, this was completely without any bottom line.

At least when it comes to matters of national and familial duty, everyone, whether an outsider or an ordinary person, should uphold them.

Han Yun's gaze deepened, but he avoided the main point and asked, "You don't want the Wang family's sword technique?"

The old man did not deny it, saying frankly, "Of course I want it, but it was those three brats who did it. I'll just stay here and wait for them to pay their respects. Is that wrong?"

Unlike the three people Han Yun had met before, Lang Chun seemed like a cunning old fox, seemingly confused but not at all.

Regarding the Wang family matter, he didn't actually get involved. As for the group of people in Northeast China, he at most just kept quiet about what he knew.

However, according to the information Han Yun gleaned from the memories of those three people, this old man was actually the one who coveted the Wang family's sword technique the most. After all, both flying knives and broadswords are swords, and there might be some common ground between them.

As someone who survived from the previous dynasty, he naturally knew more or less about what Wang Wu's sword technique was all about.

The older people get, the more prone they are to greed. They always feel that there is something they haven't enjoyed or obtained in their lives, such as Lü Ci and Wang Ai.

(End of this chapter)