A lucky cat fell from the sky.

Chapter 60 A single push and it falls over

Although the donkey cart was faster than walking, the flatbed was uncomfortable, and the road was rough, so Wu Cheng and his companions were quite shaken along the way.

Wu Cheng joked with his second brother's girlfriend, "With his conditions, would you still be with him?"

The second brother's girlfriend glanced at Wu Cheng and said, "Big brother, don't even think about making a move on me. My little busy girl and I are a match made in heaven."

Well, it seems like birds of a feather flock together; the second son's girlfriend is quite a good match.

"Boss, stop teasing her. Besides, aren't I following you? If you do well, just donate a road to our village, okay?"

"That's something we can consider," Wu Cheng said.

At this moment, Jerry squeaked in the cat house, seemingly protesting Wu Cheng's decision.

Wu Cheng couldn't understand the rat language, so he had to ask Jin Wanliang for help. Jin Wanliang just shrugged and said, "I advise you to save your money."

"What's wrong? Donating a road wouldn't cost much, would it?"

“It’s not about the road; it’s that once you’ve repaired the road, this village is doomed.”

"Why do you say that?" Wu Cheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Why do you think this village produces such a precious medicine?"

"why?"

Jin Wanliang said, "This is because this place is isolated from the world and is relatively safe. The precious medicines are all spiritual, and they know where it is safe and where it is dangerous."

"Because the roads here are impassable, few people want to come here. And since the medicine market is held only once every ten years, the precious herbs generally have enough time to grow, which is why it has grown to the size it is today, enough to support a medicine market."

"If the road is really built, it will be more convenient to come and go, but it will also make it easier for outsiders to come in and plunder resources."

“That’s true,” Wu Cheng agreed with Jin Wanliang. “Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. I really can’t donate this money.”

When we arrived at the second brother's house, we saw that it was a traditional mud house. A flat area in front of the door was planted with flowers and plants, as well as a few persimmon trees. The trees were already bearing fruit, and the persimmons were still green, but their surfaces were smooth and reflected the sunlight under the leaves.

There were also several jujube trees. Some of the jujubes on these trees were only the size of a bean, while others were already half green and half red, and still others were completely red, which looked very tempting.

Xiaoqin and Lao Er's girlfriend were taking pictures of everything with their phones, finding everything new and interesting.

The second son's parents were both hunters. His father was honest and kind, with a dark and strong build, clearly a mountain man. His mother was also a typical mountain woman, quiet but always smiling, and she liked the girlfriend the second son brought home very much.

The second brother took a basin, scooped up some water from the pool in front of the door that was drawn down from the mountain using bamboo, and handed it to Xiaoqin first: "Sister-in-law, wash your face first."

Xiaoqin was overjoyed to be called "sister-in-law" and was so happy she was completely lost.

Wu Cheng was a little embarrassed: "Don't call me that, we're not in that kind of relationship."

The second brother gave Wu Cheng a knowing look, but still kept calling Xiaoqin "sister-in-law".

Frustrated, Wu Cheng made an excuse to go for a walk in the village and fled from his second brother's house as fast as he could.

The second son's village doesn't have many people, but it's quite large, with each household basically separated by a short distance.

What does "the distance of a shout" mean? It means that you have to shout loudly for the people in the surrounding area to hear your voice. It's roughly two or three hundred meters away from a house, which is somewhat similar to the Taoist concept of "the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard within earshot".

After passing through several green fences, Wu Cheng saw a small pavilion where an old man was practicing martial arts.

Look at his moves, they're quite impressive, and the old man, despite his wrinkled skin and white hair, looks very energetic.

He stood to the side and watched for a while. After the old man finished his set of punches, he turned to Wu Cheng and asked, "Young man, you also practice martial arts?"

Wu Cheng smiled faintly and said, "I know a little."

Actually, it's not wrong to say that he knows a little bit. It's true that he just started practicing martial arts, but his actual strength is enough to defeat a martial arts apprentice.

The old man beckoned to Wu Cheng: "Come over here and spar with me for a bit, how about it?"

Wu Chengchu was practicing martial arts when he saw others practicing and felt a little itchy to join in, so he went over to spar with the old man.

As the old man sparred with Wu Cheng, he said, "Judging from your style, it seems you're practicing a new martial art."

Wu Cheng was taken aback: "There's a difference between new and old martial arts?"

The old man said, "Of course there is a difference, a huge difference. You see, the purpose of the new martial arts is to defeat the enemy, while the traditional martial arts we practice are for strengthening the body and surpassing one's limits."

"So, does that mean traditional martial arts are inferior to new martial arts?"

"You're wrong about that. No matter how powerful the enemy is, they can't withstand the test of time. In the end, whoever outlives the enemy wins."

Although Wu Cheng scoffed at the old man's opinion, he couldn't deny what the old man said. Defeating an enemy can be quick or slow. If, as the old man said, one survives until all the opponents are dead, that could also be considered a victory.

"Do you still have any enemies?" Wu Cheng asked.

"Enemies? Of course I have them. I am an enemy of time, an enemy of heaven, an enemy of earth, and an enemy of myself."

The old man spoke with great pride and confidence.

Wu Cheng was also somewhat influenced by the old man: "Grandpa, may I ask how old you are?"

“I was young,” the old man said. “Anyway, I was only in my forties when the Nine Origins Star fell.”

When the Nine Origins Star fell, was he over forty?

Is this old man a conman?

You should know that it has been 370 or 380 years since the Nine Origins Star fell, and this old man has lived for more than 400 years.

Is this even human? Wouldn't it be a demon?

Seeing Wu Cheng's disbelief, the old man got a little angry: "Young man, don't be so disbelieving. Who in this village doesn't know me, Guo Si Di?"

"Guo Si Di, is that what you mean by being an enemy of heaven, an enemy of earth, an enemy of time, and an enemy of oneself?"

"Yes, you're quite teachable. You actually guessed the origin of my name right away," the old man said. "This is the benefit of practicing traditional martial arts. You practitioners of new martial arts end up injuring yourselves while practicing. Little do you know that martial arts are meant to nourish people, not harm them."

"Of course, don't think that traditional martial arts have no offensive capabilities. A young man like you, I could defeat you with just one finger."

"You're just bragging," Wu Cheng thought to himself. "You don't look like a martial arts master at all."

"Young man, if you don't believe me, then come over and push me with your palm. I'll teach you how to use the power of traditional martial arts."

Wu Chengzhen didn't believe it. He stepped forward, reached out, and gently pushed the old man, who suddenly fell down, his face pale and unconscious.

Wu Cheng was stunned. Everyone says the city is full of tricks, and I wanted to go back to the countryside, but how come I encountered a trick in this deep mountain forest?

Judging from this old man's appearance, he's probably a con artist trying to scam someone.