The Little Life of a Big Landlord

Chapter 213 Tai Chi

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"I think you should still talk to Zhang Yingning. She clearly told you that she won't do this business, but I will help you. It's a matter of attitude..." Zhu Yuan thought for a moment and said.

"Alright..." Yang Ming thought for a moment and agreed with Zhu Yuan's suggestion. Whether or not someone does it is their decision, but you definitely need to give them a clear answer. However, Yang Ming raised another concern: "I'm worried about her. I'm afraid she'll offend me and force herself to take it..."

"Hehe..." Zhu Yuan chuckled softly, "Don't worry, Zhang Yingning isn't that kind of person..."

"It seems that your auntie knows Aunt Zhang quite well..." Yang Ming said with a smile.

"How could someone as shrewd as her make such a childish mistake?" Zhu Yuan chuckled and said.

"That's true..." Yang Ming thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

The old swindler, who was originally the prey, became relentless, which made the two men in black feel so frustrated they wanted to vomit blood. Of course, it was just a thought; at their level, even if they didn't pay attention to cultivating their minds, their hearts were as solid as a rock.

Knife, fist, palm...

The three fought back and forth, thoroughly enjoying themselves. The old swindler, knowing the old lecher would arrive soon, grew increasingly excited with each blow. In contrast, the other two did not engage the old swindler in a direct confrontation. With their strength, even though the old swindler was already seriously injured, taking him down would not be an easy task, and they might even have to pay an unbearable price. Only when their companion, who had gone to deal with the old lecher, returned could they kill the old swindler with an overwhelming advantage.

The old swindler was incredibly brave and invincible, while the men in black were struggling to defend themselves. What started as a brawl had turned into a full-blown fight, and the men in black were losing face. However, they weren't stupid. In their eyes, the old swindler had already lost so much blood and was at his last gasp. Fighting someone who was doomed to die was something only a fool would do.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect you to be so brave. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have rushed over to save you..." Suddenly, a voice rang in the ears of the three of them. They were startled and retreated from the battle. The old swindler also felt dizzy but did not pursue them.

"You're late enough. If you had been any later, you would have been collecting my corpse..." The old swindler glared at the old lecher, took two steps back, and stopped leaning against a big tree. He then sat down cross-legged and slowly regulated his breathing.

With the old lecher here, he doesn't need to fight desperately anymore, or even intervene. Just now, when he was fighting two against one, it was a desperate struggle, but it's different with the old lecher. This old guy is the real gangster.

"Where's Hei San???" The black-clad man, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, stared at the old lecher with eyes as bright as black stars.

"You mean, Kurosawa???" The old lecher raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Not bad..." The black-clad man, his voice hoarse, tried his best to control his tone and keep it as low as possible.

"Dead. That old bastard was utter trash. He couldn't even withstand a single move from me before he went to play chess with your Amaterasu..." The old lecher said with a regretful expression, as if killing such a piece of trash had dirtied his hands.

"You dare kill Kurosawa-kun???" The man with the iron fist clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.

"You little karate brat, how dare you speak to me like that? Do you think that just because you have a place in your domestic martial arts world, you can act so arrogantly in China? You are simply ignorant of your own limitations..." The old lecher roared in a deep voice, his eyes wide with anger.

The old lecher's angry shout caused the Iron Fist Man to stagger backward, his face turning as white as paper.

"You truly deserve to be called the number one martial arts master in China. I have learned a lot from you. However, today, I will dare to challenge you to a duel..." The black-clad man with a hoarse voice stepped forward, his voice filled with lingering hatred, giving off a rather sinister feeling.

"You practice jujitsu, don't you???" The old lecher sneered. "It's somewhat similar to the old Taoist's Tai Chi, but barbaric stuff is ultimately not respectable..."

"Whether it's on the table or not, let's talk about it after the fight..." The black-clad man with a hoarse voice swayed, and the samurai sword in his hand became as soft as water, yet it concealed endless sharpness.

"Hmph, you've certainly captured some of the essence..." The old lecher shook his head slightly, completely unconcerned. "Japanese culture largely originates from China, but your vision is too short-sighted; you only ever take the superficial aspects..."

"That's because they only see the surface. They will never understand the profound and extensive thoughts and theories of China..." The old swindler stood up at some point and said slowly.

He didn't intend to get involved; after all, since the old lecher had already decided to take action, there was no need for him to intervene.

"Yeah, you learn those ideas, but they're neither edible nor drinkable. On the battlefield, they can't be turned into actual combat power. What's the point of learning that stuff? To cultivate your mind and character? To make yourself lose the will to fight?" The old lecher sighed, his tone full of contempt and disdain.

"That's right, that's right. How can creation be as satisfying as invasion? As the saying goes, 'The way of man is to take from those who have less and give to those who have more.' They really remember this saying well..." The old swindler was also full of disdain.

"But they don't understand the way of Heaven, otherwise they would have achieved oneness with Heaven long ago..." The old lecher chuckled, completely unconcerned about the grappling master who was eyeing him menacingly, as if the person in front of him were a three-year-old child.

"The way of Heaven is to take from those who have more than enough and give to those who have less than enough; the way of man is to take from those who have less than enough and give to those who have more than enough..." The hoarse voice of the man in black uttered these two sentences, his gaze fixed intently on the old lecher. "I do know this saying. I must admit, the Chinese are indeed unique in their cultural and intellectual thought..."

"Chinese culture doesn't need your evaluation, old man. You used contortion, didn't you? Then let this old man instruct you on what true gentleness is..." A soft, gentle voice suddenly rang out in the forest, and an old Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly wisdom suddenly appeared in front of the four of them. Of course, with their eyesight, the four of them could clearly see every movement of the old Taoist priest, and they were all greatly shocked.

"Soaring through the void??? You've actually reached the Dao Refinement stage???" The old lecher was extremely shocked.

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. It's just that I'm more in harmony with heaven and earth. It's nothing to mention, nothing to mention..." The old Daoist chuckled, turned his head, and looked at the old lecher with a smug expression.

"To have mastered the Cloud Ladder to such a level, this old man is truly impressed..." The old swindler was now completely convinced. He had clearly seen the old Taoist's figure move like a wild goose, covering more than ten meters in a single step. This was certainly incredible, but it was not what moved the old swindler. What truly moved him was the pure and natural coordination.

With a single leap, his mastery of force had reached an exquisite level. He could no longer be said to be using force, but rather he was simply borrowing it. If a physicist were to witness the old Taoist's actions, he would surely be astonished.

"Tai Chi master???" The black-clad man, whose voice was hoarse, felt as if he had been drenched in water with icy shards all over his body, a chill running from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

An immense pressure rose in his heart, as if it would crush him into dust.

"I never thought you would recognize me. When I let you go back, what oath did you swear to me? You said you would never set foot on Chinese soil again. I never thought you would break your promise today..." The old Taoist's eyes widened, his aura so overwhelming that the two men in black swayed and almost fell to the ground, bowing and begging for mercy.

"I will always remember your great kindness, senior. I know that I have no chance of survival today. Please enlighten me, senior..." The black-clad man with the hoarse voice was quite straightforward. He had already anticipated that he would not leave this place alive today, so he naturally abandoned his fear.

"Back then, if you had the courage you have now, I'm afraid I wouldn't be your match now..." The old Taoist sighed, but then he moved.

Suddenly, a whisk appeared in his hand. With a slight flick of his wrist, the white threads on the whisk scattered like flowers from a celestial maiden, as if a fisherman were casting his net towards the two men in black.

The old Taoist priest actually intended to eliminate the two men in black in one move.

"Hey..." The hoarse-voiced man in black glared angrily, roared, and slashed down with his samurai sword. He didn't care about his own safety at all, only wanting to die together with the old Taoist priest.

"Hey..." The man in black with the iron fist also swung his iron fist, unhesitatingly resorting to a suicidal fighting style.

"Naive..." The old lecher shook his head, watching from the side. "If mutual destruction could hurt that old Taoist priest, would he have been able to live so freely for so many years???"

"It's a terrible sight..." Even the old swindler covered his eyes in disbelief.

puff...

That was the sound of a samurai sword piercing flesh. The man in black with the iron fist stared in disbelief at the blade embedded in his chest. He never imagined that he would die by his comrade's sword, and that his comrade who swung the sword had his head smashed open, leaving only a headless corpse.

"Too cruel, too bloody, it's against the natural order..." The old Taoist shook his head with pity, flicked his wrist, and the whisk was put away, not a trace of blood on it.

"How shameless! I've discovered that there's no one more shameless than this old Taoist priest in the world..." The old lecher shook his head and sighed, looking at the old Taoist priest with disdain.

You killed the person, and after killing them, you actually complained that it was too cruel, too bloody, and against the natural order? Can a person be this shameless?

"What did you say???" The old Taoist priest whirled around, glaring at the lecherous old man. "You shameless lecher, how dare you call me shameless???"

"You old bastard, I, Du Rugui, will never let you get away with this..." The words "flower-picking lecher" enraged the old lecher, making his eyes turn red. That shameful experience was the biggest stain on his life.

"A fight to the death??? You've been spouting this nonsense for decades. I think we should have a fight and see who is the number one master in the world..." The old Taoist priest flicked his whisk, draped it over his arm, and looked at the old lecher with a provocative expression.

"So, he's here to settle scores..." The old swindler, a clear-sighted observer, understood the old Taoist's true intentions.

So, it wasn't a long-distance rescue for this old man? I've been presumptuous...

"Nonsense! I've been second-in-command for decades, can't I be the boss for once???" The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes at the old swindler and said irritably.

"Damn it, you think I'm afraid of you just because you've cultivated to the Dao Integration Realm?!" The old lecher's eyes widened in anger, his words were incredibly tough, but deep down he was really unsure of himself.

To be honest, he was also a master of the Dao Integration Realm, but he had only touched the threshold of the Dao Integration Realm, while this old Taoist priest had truly entered the inner sanctum. In a fight, his chances of winning were less than 50%.

"Hmph, you're too kind. Although I'm a few years older than you, it's far too humble of you to call me 'Master.' However, if you're sincere, then I'll accept it..." The old Taoist smiled and stroked his beard.

"You old Taoist priest, how dare you take advantage of me! I'll kill you!" The old lecher was filled with rage and attacked the old Taoist priest madly.

"Good, you have perfectly demonstrated the indomitable spirit of Xingyi Quan. I admire you..." The old Taoist priest flicked his whisk and pounced on the old lecher with a whoosh. Each strand of his glistening white hair seemed to have a life of its own, each strand containing murderous intent.

"Performance???" The old Taoist's comment nearly drove the old lecher crazy. "I've worked so hard, and you say I'm 'performing'?"

boom……

The whisk seemed to transform into a fierce tiger, colliding heavily with the old lecher's fist, producing a loud thud. The old lecher felt an unparalleled force strike him, as if he had crashed into a mountain, and he couldn't help but stagger back four or five steps. The old Taoist priest was also not unscathed; his body swayed slightly, and he also took a step back.

"Indeed powerful..." The old Taoist priest's expression changed, and he praised softly.

"Hmph, as expected of a master of the Dao Integration Realm, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to reach such a level..." The old lecher's face darkened. He knew that from today onwards, the position of the world's number one master was no longer his. However, he was unwilling to accept it. If the old swindler had taken the position, he could accept it. After all, the old swindler was of one mind with him, and his past wasn't exactly honorable. Although a prodigal son's return is priceless, it was still a fait accompli, wasn't it? The two were evenly matched, so neither of them should laugh at the other...

However, he was extremely unwilling to let this position be taken by that self-proclaimed righteous old Taoist priest. This old Taoist priest had always brought up his past, and he was incredibly annoying with his enormous mouth. Everything he heard was exaggerated and amplified countless times. Unfortunately, he was no match for him in martial arts back then, and was always beaten down. But now? This old Taoist priest was more powerful than him, and if he brought up his past again, adding some artistic embellishment… then his past "heroic deeds" would truly be known throughout the world. At that time, all the currently popular schools of thought would have to step aside… If he really made his past known to the whole world, how could he face anyone?

The old swindler was equally worried. His past deeds weren't exactly glorious. At first, with the old lecher keeping the old Taoist priest in check, he wasn't worried about the overly righteous old Taoist spreading his shameful secrets. But now? The old lecher can't control him anymore, so what does he have left to worry about?

"Hmph hmph hmph... You two come at me together..." the old Taoist priest said smugly, shaking his head.

"Do you need two people??? I can take care of you by myself..." The old lecher roared and pounced on the old Taoist priest. His hands moved in a continuous and dense manner, with chopping fist, collapsing fist, drilling fist, cannon fist, horizontal fist, and the Five Elements Fist Technique constantly changing in his hands, which made the old Taoist priest a little overwhelmed.

boom……

With another muffled thud, the old lecher stumbled back five or six steps, while the old Taoist priest also stumbled back three or four steps, his face full of surprise. He said, "Not bad, you've actually mastered the Five Elements Fist to such a level of fluidity. I never expected you to have reached such a level..."

"You think the world revolves around you??? Is Pangu your family's construction worker???" The old lecher sneered disdainfully. After this test, he no longer had any hope of fighting the old Taoist to a draw, but he also wouldn't lose too badly.

"That's right, when Pangu created the world, wasn't it all to build a perfect home for people?" The old swindler chimed in, verbally attacking the old Taoist priest.

"Hmph, once you reach my level, would you care about your idle gossip?" The old Taoist scoffed disdainfully. "Unless you reach my level, you'll never understand that kind of magnanimity..."

"Hmph, then let's fight again..." The old lecher didn't waste any words, and immediately leaped into the air to attack the old Taoist priest. This time, he used the Xingyi Twelve Forms fist technique...

The Xingyi Twelve Forms offer even more variations. It's hard to say which is superior to the Five Elements Fist, as they are complementary and mutually reinforcing martial arts. It would be more accurate to say they are one. However, when used by the old lecher, they take on a different meaning.

"Five Elements Gathering at the Origin??? Three Flowers Converging at the Top???" The old Taoist priest had extremely sharp eyesight and immediately recognized that the old lecher's fist technique had actually reached the realm of the unity of the five elements.

"You only realize this now??? I have already comprehended the unity of the five elements. As long as I fully integrate the twelve forms of Xingyi, I will be able to truly enter the inner sanctum and step into the realm of Dao Integration..." Although the old lecher was speaking, his attack power did not diminish at all. Moreover, almost instinctively, his fist technique became even more exquisite and unparalleled, even more exquisite than he could control himself.

"You have finally reached the 'intention' in Xingyi Quan..." The old Taoist was greatly surprised, and his eyebrows twisted.

"Hahahaha, that's right, exactly..." The old lecher laughed loudly. "Does it seem strange??? According to the experience of the elders, one should first understand the form, then the meaning, but I deliberately went against the grain, and I even succeeded. Do you know why???"

"Why???" The old Taoist priest really couldn't understand.

"Because I'm a genius..." the old lecher boasted shamelessly, without blushing at all for his words.

"Cough..." Upon hearing the old lecher's words, the old Taoist priest's breath hitched, and he almost stumbled and lost his balance. He coughed to regain his footing.

The old swindler next to him fell to the ground with a thud.

"Haha, you think I'm lying to you??? Do you think the reason my master took me as his disciple back then was because I have exceptional talent and extraordinary comprehension???" The old lecher laughed smugly.

"Ugh... I'm about to throw up..." The old Taoist priest had a strange expression, and his mouth was moving, as if he really had the urge to vomit.

"Go ahead and vomit, if you've got the guts, vomit..." the old lecher said smugly.

"Pfft..." Sure enough, the old Taoist priest really vomited, and the rotten juice mixed with sour gastric juice actually sprayed all over the old lecher's head and face.

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