Chapter 1218: Going to the Mountain
After the rain in the mountains, the air was still cool and fresh. With the days long and nothing to do, one could sit quietly and enjoy leisure.
One big and one small sat beside a table at the foot of the mountain, both with their legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting about this and that, whiling away the time in perfect ease.
The two of them were Luopo Mountain's famously lofty-aspiring pair of good brothers. No need to cultivate the Dao, no need to practice fists—why? Because the brothers were both peerless geniuses.
"Leaving genius aside, for those who climb mountains to cultivate the Dao, given equal talent and resources, they must avoid certain pits on the path of cultivation. Take the talisman path, for instance. Its threshold is high, it devours money, and it requires the guidance of a famous teacher. Otherwise, one careless step and a whole lifetime may be squandered. What immortality, what ascension? That's what they mean by women fearing they marry the wrong man, and men fearing they enter the wrong trade."
"Exactly, exactly! Brother Dafeng speaks most truly, most truly."
"Some pits are shallower. After suffering a loss, if you spot trouble in time, you can still climb back out. But some pits are deep. Once you jump in, you can never climb out. Worst of all is meeting a bottomless abyss whose depths cannot be seen."
"Brother Dafeng is one of Treasure Bottle Continent's few Martial Arts Grandmasters. Learning martial arts and practicing fists—the threshold for that trade isn't high. Surely it isn't some pit?"
"That isn't called a pit."
Zheng Dafeng nodded. "It's called a cliff."
Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes and said nothing. If he chimed in now, he would truly be speaking