Strongest Villain System

Smoke curled up. It was obvious that it was noon. Gu Huang raised his head and looked up. The sun was shining brightly. For some reason, he felt a wave of hunger.    

He decided to lead the horse towards the nearest village. Half an hour later, when Gu Huang arrived at the entrance of the village, he heard the sound of children reading.    

"A friend from afar is coming, what a joy..."    

Gu Huang's heart trembled. It turned out to be the Confucian teachings! Could it be that there were scholars in this village? Following the sound of the books, they arrived at a village with about a hundred families. However, when they looked past, they could not see a single young man in sight. All of them were old men who were over the age of a hundred years old. All of them had turbid eyes, empty and lifeless. They were squatting in front of their own courtyard in ragged clothes, looking at the village entrance.    

In the middle of the village, there was a courtyard. Dozens of children with yellow faces and ragged clothes were sitting inside the courtyard. Their ages ranged from three to seven years old.    

The teacher sitting at the head was an old man in a green robe with white sideburns and countless patches on his clothes. His face was dark yellow and his figure was slim. The years had left traces on his face. One of his arms had been cut off to his shoulder, leaving only his empty sleeve. In his right hand was a yellowed book.    

His figure was straight like a pine tree, and his entire body was covered in a faint trace of Natural Qi.    

Gu Huang stood at the doorway and did not disturb him. However, his eyes were fixed on the green-robed elder. He was not an ordinary old man. He had once cultivated martial arts, and it was none other than the Confucianism's Nature Qi Spell. His cultivation was not low at that time, and he should have reached the Human Realm. However, his meridians were blocked, and his Dantian was damaged. It was obvious that he had been forcefully crippled.    

The green-robed elder also noticed Gu Huang standing at the door. He looked at the child on the ground and closed the book in his hand. "Alright, let's stop here. Go home!"    

"Yes, Teacher." The dozens of children stood up at the same time and bowed to the elder.    

After the children left, the old man in the green robe glanced at Gu Huang. "Young man, it's fate that we meet each other. There is nothing good in the mountains. There is only plain tea and plain food. If you don't mind, please come in for a chat."    

"I don't dare to refuse the elder's invitation. Sorry to disturb you." Gu Huang cupped his fists and bowed, then walked in.    

The green-robed elder's turbid eyes were startled. He knew that the young man in front of him looked ordinary, but he was definitely a martial artist with a rather profound cultivation. He didn't expect that the young man would be so polite to an old man from the countryside. This immediately made the old man have a good impression of him.    

Inside the room, the old man brought out some dishes. At a glance, they were all wild vegetables that grew in the mountains. There was not a trace of meat or meat. The old man took out a jar of wine from his house and gently poured a bowl for Gu Huang.    

Gu Huang picked up the wine and took a sip. He almost spat it out in one gulp. It was sour and astringent. How was this wine? It was obviously rancid water, but Gu Huang forced himself to swallow it. After all, the host was the host. If he spat it out in front of the host, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the host?    

"How is it?" The green-robed old man looked at Gu Huang in surprise. He knew what the wine tasted like, but he could actually swallow it with great difficulty. It was enough to prove the quality of the young man.    

"The sourness is mixed with a faint bitterness. Senior, you are borrowing wine to prove yourself! You have the ambition to reach the clouds, but unfortunately, you are powerless. You want to change the current situation in the north with your own strength. "    

Gu Huang instantly understood the pain of the old man. He wanted to use wine to make his will clear, and never forget the pain of the Human Clan in the Northern Lands.    

The green-robed old man looked at Gu Huang, not knowing what else to say. Someone actually told him the true meaning of the wine, and there were countless visitors here. Some forced themselves to drink it in one gulp, while some spat it out on the spot, cursed loudly three times, and left with a flick of their sleeves. However, no one was like this youth, who could tell the true meaning of the wine with a single gulp.    

"Sigh! You are right, I have the heart but the strength is insufficient! But I will not forget the words of the saint and educate the people."    

"Senior, with your cultivation, who caused your injuries? From the looks of it, it has been at least thirty years!" Gu Huang stared at the old man in front of him. He was not willing to accept the current situation, so he restrained all his hatred and resentment. Only this wine could prove his will and never forget the words of the saint. These were true scholars, just like the ascetic monks in the Buddhist Sect, stubborn and pedantic.    

However, it was these stubborn and pedantic fellows who took the lead and died generously in the crisis of the Human Clan.    

"It's been thirty years, and everything has already passed. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Young man, it was fate that brought us together today. If I am not mistaken, you are not a martial artist from the Northern Lands!"    

"Listen to my advice. When you walk in the north, you must remember three things: never reveal your wealth, and never meddle in other people's business, let alone get into conflict with the disciples of the sect."    

"If you can remember these three things, then you will have nothing to worry about when you train in the Northern Lands."    

The elder in green robes sighed. Everything was over. There was no need to talk about hatred anymore. If he continued, he would have to live the rest of his life.    

"Senior, how do you know that I'm not a warrior of the north?" Gu Huang's eyes flashed with a trace of divine light. The old man's eyesight was really not simple. According to the rules, he was just like a mortal now, and no one could recognize him. Not only did he see through him as a martial artist with a single glance, but he also knew that he was not a martial artist from the Azure Province. He couldn't help but admire the old man's eyesight.    

"The bandits of the Northern Region are rampant. Martial artists believe in strength. Compared to other martial artists, they are not as fierce as the devils. That one doesn't have a cold murderous aura and is extremely tyrannical."    

"They are not like the martial artists in the inland. They pay attention to their state of mind. They do things step by step. When conditions are right, the conditions are right. The one who breaks through each level has a lot of accumulation and experience."    

"You are just a normal man on the surface, but there is an aura around you. Your eyes are firm, and you have confidence. You must be a man with a strong mental state and determination."    

"All the cultivators in the Northern Region are unable to give birth to a person like you. You are too incompatible with the surrounding environment. Although my cultivation is not high, I can still see through countless people."    

The old man picked up the bitter wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. His eyes were filled with wisdom.    

"Senior, this junior is impressed. Cheers! May I ask for senior's name?" Gu Huang poured the bitter wine and drank it all in one gulp. This old man was not an ordinary person. He looked to be in his sixties. He should not have been a nobody in Confucianism. Since they had met, they couldn't just ignore him.    

"Ai! I am Nie Cangshui. Young man, can I ask you for a favor?" Nie Cangshui looked at Gu Huang and sighed. She seemed to be very worried.    

"Senior, it doesn't matter." Gu Huang looked at the old man in front of him with a calm gaze.    

"If one day you return to the mainland, can you take the chance to go to the Spirit Province and give this letter to Nie Canghai from the Righteous Academy? At the same time, help me out by telling him that I have let him down for what happened that year."    

Nie Cangshui took out a yellowed letter from her bosom and slowly handed it to Gu Huang.    

Chapter 45 - The Subject