Chapter 1263 Watanabe Zuokawa (Third Update)

Xiao Bing practiced in the mountains for several days in a row. Every day he endured pain that ordinary people could not bear. Whether it was physical or mental, every day was like repeated torture in purgatory. However, it was precisely because of this that his various aspects of It is also equivalent to being constantly being tempered, just like Sun Wukong in Taishang Laojun's Bagua Furnace. Only by truly withstanding the tempering of real fire can he truly break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly.

Five days have passed, and Xiao Bing clearly feels that his mental strength and physical toughness have increased significantly, and his level of strength has also begun to improve a bit, but there is still some distance between him and the mid-stage Great Perfection state of Tianzun, even if it is Xiao Bing finally reached the Great Perfection of the middle stage of Tianzun. If he wanted to compete with a strong person above the middle stage of Tianzun, it would be a matter of narrow escape. However, Xiao Bing had the confidence to rely on the mental strength and physical toughness he had honed during this period. Go give it a try.

Xiao Bing could only hold on for a few hours on the volcano on the first day. After all, the height Xiao Bing was at now was different from the height he was at when he was with the second guy, and the pain he endured was doubled, so A few hours were already beyond what humans could bear, and Xiao Bing's will had already reached an inhuman level.

On the second day, Xiao Bing persisted for one hour longer than the previous day.

On the third day, Xiao Bing persisted on the volcano for most of the day.

On the fifth day, Xiao Bing stayed on the volcano for a full day for the first time. He waited until night before starting to go down the mountain, and then continued to sleep in the spot he found near the river on the first day. In fact, it was Slept on a pile of haystacks.

Now Xiao Bing doesn't go far away to find restaurants or hotels every night. He just uses the sky as his quilt, the ground as his bed, eats grilled fish, and drinks river water.

On the night of the fifth day, Xiao Bing caught two fish in the river, set up a fire and started grilling them. Just as he was about to grill one fish, he heard an old man from R country speaking in the distance. Voice: "Hmm, it smells good, it smells so good!"

Xiao Bing looked towards the source of the sound and saw an old man from Country R walking towards here wearing tattered clothes and a pair of rag shoes.

From a distance, this old man seems to be more than a hundred years old, but when he gets closer, he looks like he is only sixty or seventy years old. But after all, he is a grandpa. Even if the other person is a R countryman, Xiao Bing also behaves Very polite. After all, the historical grievances between countries are a matter of the country. We should still have the courtesy and tolerance. Of course, it still depends on who is targeted. If it is against those militarists and Xiao Bing would not even look at those R people who did not acknowledge the history of aggression.

Xiao Bing said with a smile: "Why did the old gentleman come here so late?"

After the old man approached, he said with a smile on his face: "Young man is from China, right?"

"Oh? How does the old gentleman know?"

The old man smiled and said: "Because of the name you call me and the tone of your voice, I have lived for such a long time. If I still can't tell whether your tone is Chinese or local, then I Wouldn’t the old man’s life have been in vain?”

The old man was not polite and came over directly, sat down next to the campfire, rubbed his hands, looked at Xiao Bing, and asked in fluent Chinese: "Young man, can you bake this piece you just baked?" Give me the fish? I'm hungry, and the smell of your grilled fish directly arouses the greed in my stomach."

He generously took the grilled fish off the fire rack and handed it to the old man. The old man took it directly without being polite, blew on it, took a bite, and praised: "Yeah. , Not bad, it seems like you, a young man, have a lot of experience in survival in the wild, and the grilled fish is delicious."

Xiao Bing smiled and said: "You do have some experience. Old man, with your fluent Chinese dialect, I can't tell whether you are Chinese or R."

The old man smiled and said: "I am from R country, but I have been traveling and seeing everywhere for so many years, and I have stayed in China for a long time, so I have learned a Chinese language."

"Oh?" Xiao Bing said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the old gentleman is a Chinese expert!"

"Well, I not only know that I can speak your Chinese language, but I also like your Chinese history and culture, especially the literati in your Chinese history, such as Li Bai and Du Fu. I think I can learn from their poems Learned a lot.”

Xiao Bing suddenly asked: "What does the old gentleman think of modern history?"

The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Bing, and suddenly smiled: "Young man, do you want to know my opinion on the history of the invasion of China?"

Xiao Bing smiled and said: "The old man is indeed smart. I just wanted to ask about this."

"History cannot be changed, nor can it be erased. It is actually a very stupid act for those in power to want to modify this history."

Xiao Bing's eyes lit up. Although Xiao Bing had thought before that this old man might have some good impressions of China, he did not expect that the old man seemed to be very understanding of justice in this regard, so not all countries in R Bad guy, the old man Akasaka Nakayama I know is a very good person, and the person in front of me is also very sensible.

The old man continued: "In fact, there is no need to deny that period of history, but when a country becomes strong, it is always inevitable to expand, so we must be tolerant, right?"

Xiao Bing frowned, his eyes became cold, and he said in a serious tone: "If the old gentleman sees it this way, then I can only ask the old gentleman to leave."

The old man smiled and said: "Young man, I met you when I passed by here the day before yesterday. I saw that you must go up the mountain every day, and you will climb to the very high altitude of the volcano. The temperature there is so hot that ordinary people can't stand there even for ten seconds. It may be suffocating, but you can sit for a whole day. I have never seen a person with your perseverance and physical fitness in my life. You must be a Chinese martial artist, right?"

Xiao Bing looked at the old man warily and asked, "How do you know?"

Xiao Bing wanted to see some flaws, but there was no trace of martial arts practice in the old man. Xiao Bing felt like an ordinary person.

The old man smiled and said: "Maybe you didn't pay attention, or maybe you were too exhausted every day, so you didn't notice me at the bottom of the mountain. After I met you that time, I would fish near the river every time, etc. You go down the mountain. To be honest, I have been very curious about new things all my life, especially since I have come into contact with several martial arts practitioners in China, so I will wait for you here and have a good chat with you."

Xiao Bing said in a cold tone: "I don't know what to talk about with the old gentleman, and I don't know what the relationship between what the old gentleman said and the history I mentioned? I won't hide it from you, I was once a Chinese soldier, The old gentleman actually has such an indifferent attitude towards the history of aggression, and even takes it for granted, which I cannot accept."

The old man smiled and said: "So what if it's right, so what if it's wrong? My pursuit in this life is not here. I don't think aggression and expansion is right, nor do I think there's anything wrong with it. Young man, because we stand on different sides, We are all different countries, and you don’t have to respect my opinion, because if you respect what I say, it would be tantamount to treason.”

Xiao Bing asked with a sneer: "Invasion should never be glorified. The people of the invaded country will suffer. And the massacre should not be glorified. Those should be remembered by history, and it is a bloody lesson."

The old man smiled and said: "Maybe what you said is right, I won't deny you."

After hearing what the old man said, Xiao Bing's anger finally subsided.

The old man continued to smile and said: "I am not a politician, a military strategist, or an ambitious person. I even make friends with you in China, so there is no fundamental conflict between us in this regard. It's just that We live in different countries and have different positions, but I have no objection to what you said. We should not beautify aggression, nor should we whitewash massacres."

Xiao Bing shrugged and said: "Now I can allow you to continue sitting here, and you can even continue to eat another grilled fish for a while."

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Okay, young people are just soft-hearted. They know that it is not easy for an old man like me, so he still wants to give me an extra fish to eat, but the fish you grilled is really delicious."

As the old man spoke, he ate the grilled fish in his hand. The grilled fish was no longer so hot.

Xiao Bing skewered two more grilled fishes on a fork, and then placed them on the fire.

The old man said: "Young man, tell me, you go to the volcano every day to practice kung fu, aren't you afraid of the heat? Wouldn't you be like this fish... roasted? Hahaha. If you were roasted Yes, but it may not be so delicious."

The old man finished the fish quickly and sucked his fingers. Although he was a lot older, he looked like a foodie.

Xiao Bing said: "The most important thing for martial arts practitioners is strong perseverance. As long as you can make progress, I think anything can be overcome except death."

"Oh, then you are really awesome, I admire you." When the old man spoke, his eyes were still staring at the grilled fish on the bonfire.

Xiao Bing smiled and said: "Old man, you really act like a foodie."

"What do you mean by being a foodie? I am a foodie!"

Xiao Bing laughed loudly, and suddenly realized that he hadn't asked the old man his name yet, so he immediately stretched out his hand and said: "My name is Xiao Bing, old gentleman, what is your name?"

The old man stretched out his hand, shook Xiao Bing's hand, and then said: "My name is Watanabe Zuokawa, young man. I'm glad to meet you. What are your and I's names now... Oh, we can be considered friends now!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stared at the grilled fish on the campfire again, rubbing his hands and looking at it with bright eyes.

Xiao Bing smiled helplessly and said: "You have been observing me by the river these days, is it because of the grilled fish I cook every night?"