Yang Erye took out a black jar from under his robe.
It looked old.
Seeing that the invitation was hard to refuse, Chen Fan did not decline, saying with a smile, "Good wine has come to my doorstep. If I refuse again, it would seem rather inhospitable. Come on!"
"Haha, good!"
Immediately, the old man and the young man sat in the small courtyard and started drinking.
It was indeed good wine, and Chen Fan felt incredibly refreshed.
A hint of color spread across Yang Erye's aged face. "Xiao Fan, what do you think? Has my wine disappointed you?"
Chen Fan nodded, "Good stuff. Not at all!"
In a short while, the entire jar of fine wine was gone.
Chen Fan hadn't had such good wine in a long time. He asked, "Old man, is there any more? If so, bring it out!"
Yang Erye chuckled, "There is, but you have to agree to take me as your disciple!"
Chen Fan retorted, "You old scoundrel, how could you say such a thing? Have you no shame?"
"Shame? It's useless!" Yang Erye waved his hand. "If I cared about shame, would my strength increase?"
"No, it wouldn't!"
"Exactly."
Chen Fan understood the old man's intention and said, "You old scoundrel, I get it now. You're setting a trap for me!"
Yang Erye said earnestly, "Not really, I just want to become your disciple!"
"I'm almost in the ground, and I haven't broken through to the Huajing realm. To be honest, I'm a bit disheartened!"
"But you, at such a young age, are already so powerful. This old man envies you!"
"Master, please accept this disciple's bow!"
He immediately knelt on the ground.
Chen Fan was startled and quickly said, "Alright, alright, get up quickly. If you kneel before me now, aren't you trying to curse me to death?"
"It's not proper, not proper!"
"Xiao Fan, please accept me as your disciple!" Yang Erye had no intention of getting up, remaining kneeling and looking like he was begging, "Will you... will you?"
Tears welled up in the old man's eyes.
Chen Fan, naturally, could not accept a disciple who was much older than him. He quickly said, "Get up. I can offer you some guidance!"
"As for accepting you as a disciple, I fear it would shorten my lifespan!"
Yang Erye felt a bit awkward, but seeing Chen Fan's firm resolve and fearing he might go back on his word, he nodded. "Alright, alright, guidance is good too!"
Chen Fan said with a half-smile, "I knew you old scoundrel had ulterior motives!"
"Heh heh..." Yang Erye gave a dry laugh.
He muttered to himself, it seemed bringing this wine was the right decision.
Yang Erye's old face beamed, almost contorting, and he exclaimed, "So... when will we start?"
Chen Fan said casually, "We can start anytime!"
Yang Erye's spirits lifted even further. He waved his hand, "What do I need to do?"
Chen Fan said, "You don't need to do anything. Just calm your mind!"
"Ah?" Yang Erye was stunned, as if he had misheard. "This... why?"
Chen Fan thought for a moment before saying, "When I treated your injuries before, I already knew your internal condition. In recent years, you've been too eager for quick success and have neglected many things."
This was the truth, and Yang Erye felt a bit ashamed, lowering his head. "You're right..."
"The path of martial arts, in essence, boils down to the state of one's mind. Sailing against the current, not advancing is retreating... For this period, do not practice martial arts. Just eat, drink, and live as you please!" Chen Fan put away his casual demeanor, now carrying a slight air of authority.
"Is that all it takes?" Yang Erye could hardly believe it.