Chapter 74: Han Master, you should still have a child while you're young

In the four pictures, each arhat's body was marked with acupoints and the cultivation route.

"Uncle Niu, this is"

"What martial art do the monks practice?"

Guo Jing held the half bowl of butter tea and walked to the table, staring at the four monks on the paper; his gaze instantly froze, and he couldn't help but speak up to confirm.

"Could it be that I have to become a monk?"

"No way! My mother would never agree; I still want to marry Hua! I don't have 【her】!"

Guo Jing was startled by his own last thought, quickly gathered his mind, and secretly glanced at Uncle Niu.

"Hehe, Jing'er, don't worry—if you become a monk, Huazheng would surely run off with someone else!"

Niu Dingtian seemed to notice Guo Jing's little thoughts, couldn't help but mock him again, his smile somewhat lewd.

"No no no!"

"That's just the talk of ordinary people; among martial artists, there are those called naturally gifted who can advance rapidly all the way, but there are also late bloomers whose early progress is slow yet ultimately can achieve great accumulation leading to a sudden breakthrough!"

"Of course, her older sister Han's incomplete Yue Woman Sword Art, even though incomplete, still bears Aqing's shadow; he considers it barely a martial art."

Guo Jing hadn't heard Uncle Niu speak for a while, so he hurriedly urged him.

Guo Jing had never seen such a weird smile; he felt uncomfortable all over, and his face involuntarily flushed red.

"Is it about talent, Uncle Niu? The master said Jing'er's talent is too poor; it's hard to achieve great success in martial arts!"

"And the most important path is to find a martial art that suits you best; different martial arts suit different people, and when a martial art meets the right person, it can often unleash power beyond its own."

"Oh, Jing'er understands."

After coming to his senses, Niu Dingtian felt a bit dazed; ever since tasting that flavor last night, he occasionally finds himself missing his older sister Han.

"An offhand remark, and the master suffers another blow."

Niu Dingtian heard this and snorted, but in front of Guo Jing he still gave him some face, merely opening his mouth to explain:

"But the present matter is urgent; we'll talk about the rest later tonight," he then said solemnly:

"Do you know why?"

Niu Dingtian's face suddenly turned stern, his tone shifting as he began spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"So you mean the master never taught Jing'er the proper martial arts?"

Guo Jing somewhat realized, could it be that the several masters dislike my dullness and refuse to teach me the proper martial arts?

"They don't have any real martial arts!"

After getting back to the point, Niu Dingtian stopped joking, leaned over to look at Guo Jing, and asked solemnly:

"Jing'er, do you know what is most important in martial arts training?"

"Enough! Put away your thoughts! Stop the nonsense! If you don't train properly, not only will you not marry Huazheng, you won't even be able to get a wife in the future!"

Hearing this, Niu Dingtian felt contempt in his heart; the Niu surname isn't targeting anyone, he actually wants to stand before the heroes of the martial world and say: Everyone here is trash!

"Except that castrated dead eunuch."

Seeing Guo Jing tilt his head in confusion, Niu Dingtian didn't beat around the bush; after getting out of bed, he paced back and forth while continuing:

"Naturally gifted people certainly have advantages, but those with inferior talent are not without the chance to become late bloomers and achieve a sudden breakthrough!"

"I haven't even started martial arts training, why am I so exhausted?" Guo Jing suddenly felt somewhat mentally and physically drained, but having no choice, he could only answer honestly.

"Uncle Niu? Uncle Niu?"

"All right, Jing'er; just now Uncle Niu was thinking about where to start; next I'll teach you the method of circulating energy and the cultivation route—listen carefully!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing immediately focused his attention to listen.

One spoke, the other listened; one asked, the other answered; time passed slowly without them noticing.

And in not far away another felt tent, letting Niu Dingtian think endlessly of his older sister Han, she had just woken up at this moment.

Sleepy-eyed, her face full of spring water, her delicate body lazy, her charm endless.

After hearing the continual noisy cattle and sheep calls outside the tent, she also gradually became fully awake, reached out and slowly lifted the cowhide blanket covering her body, and began to get ready to rise.

That's right, it's the cowhide blanket; although she knows the person surnamed Niu dislikes this smell, she today wants to get some of this smell on her person, preferably keeping him far away.

"Hiss~"

But when she pushed herself up with her hands, she suddenly felt a wave of soft weakness; unprepared, she could only prop herself up with both hands on the bed.

"Damn beast!"

Han Xiao Ying felt intense hatred in her heart.

"Master Han! Lie down quickly! Rest a bit longer!"

At that moment, Guo Jing's mother Li Ping, holding a porcelain bowl, walked into the tent.

Seeing Han Xiao Ying barely able to stand, she quickly put down the bowl, ran over, and helped her up.

The female hero Han suddenly being seen in this embarrassed state, her pretty face instantly flushed red, like a child caught misbehaving, her eyes darting, her hands and feet at a loss.

Li Ping saw this, a flicker of pity crossed her eyes, and she comforted with concern:

"Master Han, no need to be formal; it's just a daughter's little matter, but you should also pay attention to your health."

An offhand remark again made the female hero Han feel utterly embarrassed.

"Come, Master Han, drink this quickly."

Li Ping then brought over that porcelain bowl; it was a bowl of millet porridge, this food is relatively rare on the grasslands; when she saw Han Xiao Ying in the morning, she had noticed something odd, but didn't say anything, just silently simmered a bowl.

"Thank you, Elder Sister Li!"

Han Xiao Ying endured the embarrassment, took the bowl, but after a few sips she had drunk half; she was utterly exhausted, her stomach empty, having eaten hardly anything in the morning before falling asleep hastily.

"Is it... Young Master Niu?"

After taking the bowl and setting it aside, Li Ping pulled Han Xiao Ying's hand, sat beside the bed, and asked affectionately; in fact she had already guessed, but was just looking for an opening to start the conversation.

"Mm."

Han Xiao Ying lowered her brows and eyes, gently nodding.

"Does he have any explanation?"

Li Ping is a traditional woman who believes there ought to be an explanation. Having known Han Xiao Ying for four years, she realizes that, although they are roughly the same age, in certain ways the other is not an innocent girl untouched by the world, and she can't help feeling a little pity.

"He wants me to go to Xiangyang, but I'm nine years older than him."

Han Xiao Ying's eyes dimmed; after a moment of struggle on her face, she finally spoke out—this matter had weighed on her heart for a long time, and she had long wanted to confide in someone.

Ah

After hearing this, Li Ping's face grew grim; she couldn't help letting out a soft sigh, pondered for a moment, then spoke again in a low voice.

"We women, after all, youth fades easily and beauty is hard to regain, Master Han—still"

"It's better to have a child while we're still young."

Recently I will find time to revise the earlier parts properly; several chapters were written while drunk during the New Year. I just took a look, and some sentences are quite messy and incoherent—I myself can't bear to read them. Once the revisions are complete, I will notify everyone. 2024.3.11

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