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Chapter 18 Who is Douyin? (Seeking monthly votes)

The middle-aged man and the old slave were both stunned. Although they spoke the truth when drunk, they had not expected to utter such nonsense.

After a few breaths, the middle-aged man finally burst into laughter and cursed, "You bastard."

The previous sentence is, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.

Although it is only a few short words, it is thought-provoking. When you think about the current students in Ningguo, although they are well-read, they are lazy and don't know how to distinguish between grains. Apart from writing poems, lyrics and articles, they are good for nothing. I deeply agree with this.

The middle-aged man considered himself knowledgeable, but he had no idea where this sentence came from. He thought it must have been said by some ancient sage.

But the sentence that follows is, traveling thousands of miles is not as good as marrying a noble lady?
The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched. It was probably added by the boy himself. The words of the sages, which originally contained great truths, were turned into nonsense from the market.

It's really a bastard to blaspheme the ancients.

Fortunately, those old scholars didn't hear it, otherwise they would have kicked his ass hard.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. This quote actually comes from Dong Qichang's Painting Decisions from the Ming Dynasty: "The Six Principles of Painting: The first is to create a vivid spirit and rhythm. Spirit and rhythm cannot be learned; it is something you are born with, a gift from nature. However, there are ways to learn it. Reading ten thousand books, traveling ten thousand miles, and your mind will be free of worldly concerns. Naturally, hills and valleys will flow within you, and when you write them down, they will become vivid landscapes."

Later it was extended to become the idiom, "Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles."

Then, it became that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.

If we really calculate it from the perspective of time, he probably cannot be considered a sage. After all, this time and space should be equivalent to the Tang Dynasty on Earth. Song Yan has not calculated it in detail, but it is roughly the same.

The middle-aged man was a little unwilling to give up and spoke again: "Don't you have any ambition? Don't you want to stand out? Are you willing to be a son-in-law who eats and waits for death?"

"Why not?" Song Yan rolled his eyes. "How many people want to be the son-in-law of the Luo family but don't have the chance? People live for the sake of having enough food and clothing. I can reach the pinnacle of life right away and avoid thirty years of detours. How great is that?"

As if he had thought of something, Song Yan's expression became a little excited. He grabbed the wine glass and gulped down another big gulp: "Think about what kind of life we ​​lived before? In the Duke's Mansion, anyone could slander me, laugh at me, bully me, and humiliate me. But the Luo family is different. The Luo family values ​​me and loves me. Even if others humiliate me, my mother-in-law will still help me."

"Whoever ruins my life now, I will fight him till death."

The middle-aged man sneered and laughed out loud: "Nonsense, don't you want to be an official, become a minister, rule the court? Or be a brave general, make great achievements, and fight in all directions?"

"No." Song Yan replied immediately: "You must be kidding me. Asking me to engage in intrigue with those old foxes in the court, haha, with my small body, I will probably be devoured without leaving even a bone."

"Although I'm interested in martial arts, I'd rather not become a military commander. It's too dangerous and could cost me my life."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "You are so lazy. If everyone is like you, who will rule the world and who will resist foreign invaders?"

"That's the emperor's business. What does it have to do with me?" Song Yan shook his head.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Want to learn martial arts? This old slave of mine also knows a few moves. Would you like him to teach you a few moves?"

Although he looked drunk, Song Yan's eyes still gleamed when he heard this. He looked at the old man and said, "Really?"

The old man snorted, seeming to be a little angry at Song Yan's suspicion. "I dare not say that there are people in the whole world, but in Ningguo, there are only a handful of people who are stronger than me."

"I can count to a hundred on my fingers..."

The old man's face suddenly flushed. Why hadn't he noticed how irritating this kid was before? Never mind. He's just a teenager, and drunk. Let's be magnanimous and not bother with him.

Song Yan continued, "Then what do you know? Do you know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? That's the most masculine and powerful palm technique in the world. When you activate it, you can hear the sound of a dragon's roar."

The old man frowned and shook his head.

"What about the Six Meridians Divine Sword? It's the most exquisite sword technique in the world, capable of killing people without them even noticing."

Shake his head again.

"What about the three-part returning energy? The inside and outside complement each other, and the three elements circulate endlessly."

The anger that had just been suppressed seemed to be unable to be suppressed anymore.

"What about the Sunflower Manual? If you want to practice the magic, you must first castrate yourself. A mere two or three inches can make you invincible."

The old man couldn't hold it in any longer. His eyes were crimson and bloodshot. "Boy, are you going to learn or not?"

If his master had not been by his side, he would have probably slapped the brat to death.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Six Meridians Divine Sword, Three-Part Return to Origin Qi, Sunflower Manual? What were these things? He had been in the martial arts world for many years, and he had never heard of anyone who could use these things.

"Learn, study, study, of course." Song Yan nodded rapidly.

The old man's expression softened slightly. "I want to see your aptitude first. Have you learned anything before?"

Song Yan thought about it very seriously: "Lightning Five Whips."

The old man's face became solemn. It sounded very domineering. Could it be a whip technique that was as fast as lightning?

The old man was not very happy to let him teach Song Yan, but now he was a little interested: "Show it to me."

Song Yan nodded and stood up shakily, recalling the Lightning Five Whips he learned from the ghost videos in his previous life. Under the strange gazes of the old man and the middle-aged man, he began to move... snap... snap... snap... snap... whoosh!

At this moment, the old man felt like his nose was about to be crooked by anger. What the hell is called the Lightning Five Whips?

The name is quite scary, is that it?

Also, what did that last shudder of yours mean?
After making up his mind, he changed the name of his Eagle Claw Kung Fu to Dragon Claw Kung Fu.

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he was too embarrassed to ask the old man to give Song Yan some advice.

He coughed softly to hide the embarrassment on his face: "Forget it, forget it, kid, I'm curious about where you got all these medical skills from after being imprisoned in the backyard of the Duke's Mansion for more than ten years."

Song Yan's consciousness had become somewhat hazy, and upon hearing this, he only muttered, "It was sent by Douyin."

However, at this time, Song Yan's speech was a bit lisp and his tone was inevitably a little heavy. In the ears of the middle-aged man and the old man, he immediately changed his appearance.

Douyin?

Who is this expert?
There is no such person among the famous doctors of the time. Could he be some powerful hermit?
This can also explain where Song Yan's medical skills, which are completely different from ordinary ones, come from. After all, a kid who has been imprisoned for many years cannot have such skills without the guidance of an expert.

The two started talking and talked a lot, from the Luo family to the Song family, from Ningping County to Songjiang Prefecture, to the entire Ningguo and even the entire Central Plains.

The middle-aged man was surprised to find that although the boy was drunk, he could always connect with whatever he said and express his opinions on everything. Although most of his opinions were nonsense, some of them were quite original.

After a long time, Song Yan finally couldn't stand the alcohol surging in his mind, and fell asleep on the table without knowing when.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly: "Pinellia."

"My subordinate is here."

Along with a cold voice, a figure appeared silently in the pavilion. With a plump and tight figure, who else could it be but Gu Banxia?

His expression was extremely calm, as still as an emotionless doll.

"Take the son-in-law back and take good care of him. Don't let him catch a cold."

After the two men left, the middle-aged man took a sip of the wine glass. The slightly spicy drink stimulated his sensitive nerves. "What do you think of this boy?"

"He's a smooth talker, speaks without restraint, and has no ambition. He's nothing but a coward." The old man snorted and said, "If it weren't for his medical skills, he would be absolutely unworthy of Miss Tianxuan."

"But it's not his fault. He's only fifteen years old, and he's still a teenager. He's been imprisoned in the Duke's Mansion for ten years, so it's not easy for him to maintain this mentality."

The middle-aged man sneered: "You old fellow, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart."

After a pause, the middle-aged man spoke again: "Is he really drunk?"

"He is indeed drunk. I will not be wrong."

"In that case, what he said must be sincere. It's fine if he doesn't have any ambitions. As long as he can stay peacefully in the Luo family, it's fine to guarantee him a lifetime of wealth and prosperity."

"If you want to learn martial arts, then go ahead. You must be feeling insecure and want to have some martial arts skills to back you up."

The middle-aged man sighed with envy: "Being a landowner, with thousands of acres of fertile land at home, and having nothing better to do than taking his lackeys out to molest decent girls, haha, this kid is really a jerk. When Tianxuan recovers from his illness, I must discipline him properly... However, if it is really possible, I also want to live like this."

"Master is joking."

The middle-aged man shook his head and stood up. "I quite like this guy. Talking to him always makes me feel a lot less stressed. It's a pity that I've been out for so long. It's time to go back."

"Shouldn't you tell Miss Yuheng?"

"No need, let's go now." The middle-aged man said, "By the way, I'll arrange for someone to check on that Dou Yin later."

"If I could use such a hermit, it would be a great help. But remember, once I find him, I must treat him with courtesy and not neglect him. If he doesn't want to come out, I can't force him."

"Old slave understands."

The old man followed the middle-aged man, and the two of them disappeared in the Luo family, one in front and one behind.

On the other side, Song Yan was also sent back to the bedroom by Gu Banxia. Seeing Song Yan's drunken appearance, Gu Banxia was helpless. He pulled the quilt over him and quietly left the room.

Until the house was completely plunged into darkness and silence, Song Yan, who had been lying in bed and sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as black as ink, how could there be any turbidity at all?
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