Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

At this moment, Xu Xingchen listened attentively to Xia Qingqing's narration of her rough life experience in a slightly trembling voice. All the bitterness and difficulties of the past came to him like a tide.

Unconsciously, Xu Xingchen also picked up the wine bowl at hand and raised it lightly, as if he was silently mourning for Xia Qingqing's experience. Then he drank the wine in the bowl with a faint luster, his movements smooth and decisive.

After putting down the wine bowl, he spoke slowly, with an imperceptible heaviness and emotion in his voice.

"No problem! Qingqing, you have to understand that the road of life is filled with too many thorns and challenges, and there are too many helpless things that we cannot predict or avoid."

"As the old saying goes, 'A rope breaks only when it is thin, and misfortune always finds its way to the unfortunate.' Fate in this world always seems to like to make things worse for those who have already endured too much."

At this point, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but pause slightly. His eyes became deep and distant, as if he had penetrated the boundaries of time and space, quietly looking into the unreachable distance.

At that moment, an indescribable look emerged on his face, as if he was deeply recalling the difficult years that he had personally experienced. The ups and downs, twists and turns of those days were like a scene from a movie.

It played slowly in his mind, each frame carrying heavy emotions and unyielding will.

"Life, it often only oppresses those who are already poor and powerless to resist, while those who are high above and enjoy wealth and glory can always easily be forgiven and redeemed."

"In today's world, it is really true that 'life only bullies the poor, and Buddhism only saves the rich'. But even so, we cannot give up hope and cannot bow to fate. Because only we ourselves can be the masters of our own destiny."

For a moment, Xu Xingchen's heart was filled with ripples, and he couldn't help but recall every bit of modern life. The helplessness came like a tide, suffocating him.

In that city with tall buildings and heavy traffic, he had been pushed forward by the fast-paced life countless times, as if he was a puppet controlled by an invisible hand, losing the right to control himself.

The pressure of work is like an invisible shadow, always following everyone and leaving no escape.

Every day, we have to repeat the same and boring tasks, as if we are trapped in an endless cycle, working hard for a living, and often pouring all our energy and energy into these external affairs.

However, in this process, we often ignore our true inner needs and desires at that time.

In terms of interpersonal relationships, things seem to be becoming more and more complicated. Behind those seemingly sincere smiles, there are often unspeakable calculations and defensiveness.

People interact with each other wearing masks and speculating about each other's intentions and motives, making communication that should have been simple and pure become complicated and full of suspicion. This state undoubtedly adds a bit of loneliness and helplessness to people's already exhausting lives.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Xu Xingchen would always sit alone in front of the window, looking at the dimly lit world outside, his heart filled with yearning for a simple life and a deep call for freedom.

However, the heavy shackles of reality were like an invisible giant net that bound Xu Xingchen tightly, making him unable to move at all, and those once dazzling and beautiful visions of dreams and distant places.

At this moment, it seems that it can only turn into a faint light that occasionally flickers in dreams in the dead of night, short-lived and out of reach. In this monotonous life day after day, he was at that time.

Deep in his heart, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and confusion. He seemed to be ruthlessly swept forward by the torrent of the times. The surging waves almost suffocated him, and he was like a lonely boat lost in the vast ocean.

Trying your best to grasp a ray of light that guides the direction, but still unable to find your own course and the other side. That is a kind of helplessness, a fear of uncertainty in the future, and a deep helplessness of not being able to find your own direction.

"You...hiccup..."

Xia Qingqing's pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water, with a bit of confusion and puzzlement, glanced at Xu Xingchen beside her quietly. Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help but let out a crisp and slightly childish burp.

The voice seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere, but it also added a bit of cuteness and loveliness to her drunken state at the moment. Xia Qingqing's beautiful eyes flickered with a hazy luster, as if the whole world became soft and distant at this moment.

"You...you don't look much older than me. How can you say such profound and experienced words?"

Xia Qingqing's voice was soft and delicate, like the whisper of the spring breeze blowing through the willow branches. Intertwined with this softness was a hint of incredible doubt, just like in the quiet night.

A person walks alone in the ancient forest shrouded in mist, and every step is on the edge of the unknown and curiosity. Her words seem to be slowly exploring an intricate and unknown puzzle.

Every syllable revealed her deep surprise and endless curiosity about Xu Xingchen's maturity and wisdom beyond his age. She saw in him a calmness and depth that did not belong to his age, which made her feel confused and puzzled.

Those bright eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, flicker with a light full of inquiry. They are not just watching, but also trying to penetrate the fog of layers of appearances.

I long to get a glimpse into the depth and breadth of Xu Xingchen's inner world. It is an endless yearning for the mysteries deep in the soul, hoping to discover more valuable insights about growth, wisdom and human nature there.

Then, Xia Qingqing's words flowed smoothly like a gurgling stream, but suddenly there was a subtle turn, as if her heartstrings were gently plucked by some thought that inadvertently broke into her heart.

Her brows involuntarily furrowed slightly, and an indescribable emotion was revealed between her delicate brows. A faint, thoughtful look appeared on her face, like the gentlest moonlight in the night sky, quietly falling on the quiet water.

"besides……"

Xia Qingqing paused at this moment. Her voice was so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing something. Curiosity and confusion flashed in her eyes. She bit her lower lip unconsciously.

There was a hint of girlish shyness and innocence in this action, and she seemed to be trying to organize her thoughts, wanting to express the sudden doubt more clearly, and asked with a little confusion.

"Why do you drink so little?"

As Xia Qingqing spoke, her words were full of enthusiasm. She also used her slightly slender fingers to gently hold up the wine bowl in her hand in a posture that was both elegant and heroic.

He gently touched the wine bowl on Xu Xingchen's table, which had hardly been touched and had only a few drops of wine on it. The moment the bowls hit the wall of the wine bowl, a crisp and pleasant sound was made, like pearls falling on a jade plate, which sounded particularly beautiful in this quiet atmosphere.

"Come, let's drink together."

Xia Qingqing's words were gentle but carried a force of persuasion that could not be ignored. They were as gentle as a spring breeze, and as firm as a mountain spring. There was an indescribable sincerity and determination between the lines that made people want to agree involuntarily.

There was a tone in the voice that did not allow others to easily refuse. It was an invitation from the heart. It was both a trust in the person in front of him and a common expectation for a moment of joy in life. It seemed extremely sincere and had an inexplicable power that could penetrate people's hearts.

The long and slender fingers tightly wrapped around the wine bowl that had been baptized by the years and was simple and quaint, as if reuniting with an old friend, cherishing and eager to share the warmth of this moment.

The fingertips turned slightly white due to the slight force. At this moment, Xia Qingqing seemed to want to put away all her worries and sorrows, whether it was the regrets of the past or the uncertainty of the future.

Drinking up this bowl of wine full of rich aroma and stories will allow the soul to get a moment of relief and release. This is not just a glass of wine, but also an exchange and resonance of the soul.

From now on, forget the troubles of the world.