"Father, are you interested in Third Uncle's stuff too?"
Gu Wei looked at the two booklets in Gu Hui's hands in confusion.
Xu Zhu had ultimately failed to reach the innate realm. What use could his insights possibly have for someone at the innate level?
"It doesn't hurt to take a look. More minds, more ideas.
By the way, Brother, didn't the Beggars' Sect's Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms die out with you?
Then why did I see a little beggar in the Beggars' Sect who also knew the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms and had made quite a name for himself with it?"
Xiao Feng smiled. "The kid suited my taste. I ran into him once and casually passed down the first fifteen palms of the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms.
As for the final three palms, I wanted to see whether he could complete and innovate them."
After exchanging a few simple words, they each went their separate ways.
Xiao Feng wandered all over the world. The longer he lived, the more troubles he seemed to have.
These days, Xiao Feng roamed the former territories of Great Song and Liao, searching for old memories and recalling every little detail of the past. Perhaps that was one of the great pleasures that helped pass the long years.
As for Gu Wei, he returned to Gu Sword Manor. The kid had now reached the great-grandfather generation; among the clan, he was unquestionably an old ancestor.
Only Gu Hui rarely returned to Gu Sword Manor, and the Gu Clan members hardly even knew they had such an ancestor.
Those without longevity sought longevity; after gaining longevity, they sought immortality. Gu Hui differed from Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng searched through the fragments of the past during his long years, to the point that he rarely even returned home.