This sword was fast and accurate. Han Xiaohan had to admit that he could not reach this level.
He shook his head and exclaimed sincerely: "Grandpa Duan's is truly rare in the world."
"What do you mean there are only a few in the world?!" Duan Qi grinned and said seriously, "Xiao Han, do you know how big the world is? What does a true master look like? If I take my level out, I can only be considered a third-rate master. There are many people who are better than me!"
Han Xiaohan didn't really have much contact with people, and most of them were ordinary people. Fei Fei was used to fighting, but at best he was just a naughty boy. Among the people he knew, only two grandfathers made him feel unfathomable. He wondered, "Third-rate masters? What do first-rate masters look like?"
"Haha!" Han Changchun laughed and continued, "When fighting against first-rate masters, you only have one chance to attack. If you can't kill them with one move, then you will die if you lie down."
Han Xiaohan's head got hot, his eyebrows raised, and he said loudly: "Then I really want to see it."
Seeing his unwillingness, Duan Qi warned him, "With your current skills, you may not even be able to beat two of us third-rate masters, so how can you challenge others? Remember, no matter when, no matter what achievements you make, you must lower your position. Others may call you number one, but in your heart, you can only be number two, and will never be number one, because you have to leave the number one position to anyone who may become your opponent."
Han Xiaohan seemed to understand what Grandpa Duan said, but he intuitively felt that it made sense, so he kept it in mind.
Han Changchun stood up, drank the last glass of wine, and said as he walked out: "If you are trapped in the mountains, even if you learn powerful martial arts, you are just a frog in the well."
Han Xiaohan's heart moved, and he stood up and asked, "Grandpa, where should I go? Where are the masters?"
Han Changchun was a little drunk and said, "Go wherever you want to go, as long as you like it. You have grown up, and you can make decisions on your own about some things. The road of life will only be solid if you walk it by yourself. If you let others lead you, the road under your feet will only be empty."
Han Changchun and Duan Qi left, leaving Han Xiaohan with mixed feelings. This night was destined to be a sleepless night.
It was past two in the morning, and Han Xiaohan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Han Changchun's words kept ringing in his mind, and he was at a loss as to where to go. The night sky outside the window was pitch black, with thick dark clouds covering the new moon, not letting in a single ray of light.
Just as he was daydreaming, he heard a faint sound of footsteps, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Judging from the sound, this person must be either disabled or injured. Han Xiaohan had been exposed to the aura of ghosts and gods since he was a child, and his body was completely different from that of ordinary people. His senses were extremely sensitive, especially now, in the middle of the night, when everything was silent, and any sound within a hundred meters could not escape his ears. He rolled over from the kang and pricked up his ears to listen carefully. It was indeed the sound of human footsteps, and it was getting closer and closer. After a while, the watchdog of the nearby hunter began to hum in a low voice. Han Xiaohan was refreshed, picked up his coat and put it on. He wanted to call the two grandfathers, but then he thought, forget it. The two old men were old and had drunk a lot of wine. They were sleeping soundly, and he couldn't bear to disturb them. Moreover, he was confident in his ability. Even if he encountered any changes, he was confident that he could easily solve them. Without going through the main door, he grabbed the window frame with both hands, took a deep breath, and flew out.