“Master, which skill are you planning to teach me first?” Meng Xiaoyu asked excitedly after listing all the powerful martial arts she knew. She then eagerly suggested to Mi Jiu, “How about you teach me Divine Movement first? What do you think?” Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation as she imagined herself mastering these light skills.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s undisguised excitement and anticipation, Mi Jiu’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He had never even heard of those martial arts. Trying to change the subject, he asked, “My dear disciple, where did you hear about those skills?”
“Oh, I read about them in Grandpa Jin’s books,” Meng Xiaoyu replied, still in high spirits.
“Grandpa Jin? Can you tell me who this Grandpa Jin is?” Mi Jiu’s curiosity was piqued. Could there really be a master he didn’t know about?
“Grandpa Jin is Jin Yong! How could you not know him? He’s so famous! Are you suffering from memory loss because of your age?” Meng Xiaoyu looked at Mi Jiu with pity, thinking about the woes of old age. She seemed to forget that she had traveled to a different world where it was normal for no one to know Jin Yong.
Noticing Meng Xiaoyu’s pitying gaze, Mi Jiu felt embarrassed. He really didn’t know who Jin Yong was. Could Jin Yong be a reclusive master? But that didn’t make sense; from what the girl said, Jin Yong seemed to be very famous. If he were that famous, Mi Jiu should have known about him. Was he really suffering from memory loss due to old age?
Han Rubing, watching the two from a distance, saw one looking at the other with pity while the other furrowed his brows in confusion. After nearly a quarter of an hour of this, Han Rubing broke the silence.
“Little one, is this Jin Yong from your hometown?” Han Rubing asked.
“Yes, why?” Meng Xiaoyu replied, then suddenly realized something. She slapped her forehead and said, “How could I forget? Grandpa Jin isn’t from here. It’s normal for the old man not to know him.”
She got off Xiao Hui, walked over to Mi Jiu, and patted his back. “Master, Grandpa Jin is from my hometown. It’s normal that you don’t know him, so don’t worry about it.”
“Really?” Mi Jiu asked, looking at Meng Xiaoyu.
“Really,” Meng Xiaoyu confirmed.
“So, does that mean I’m not old at all?” Mi Jiu asked.
“Yes,” Meng Xiaoyu affirmed, though she was internally screaming, “You were worried about that this whole time?”
“Hehe, I knew it! I’m still in my prime, how could I be old?” Mi Jiu immediately let go of his worries and started to boast.
Meng Xiaoyu’s forehead was covered in black lines. She thought, “You don’t look young at all, and using ‘in your prime’ to describe yourself is just wrong.”
Han Rubing and her sister both twitched at Mi Jiu’s words. Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s exasperated expression, they couldn’t help but smile.
“Master, what martial arts are you planning to teach me?” Meng Xiaoyu interrupted, unable to stand Mi Jiu’s narcissism any longer.
“Ah, which martial arts do you want to learn first?” Mi Jiu asked seriously.
“I want to learn light skills,” Meng Xiaoyu said firmly.
“Light skills? My dear disciple, I have so many powerful martial arts, why do you want to learn light skills first?” Mi Jiu asked, puzzled.
Han Rubing and her sister also looked at Meng Xiaoyu in confusion. Most disciples wanted to learn the most powerful skills first, so why did this girl want to learn light skills with no offensive power?
“Why do I want to learn light skills first? To escape, of course!” Meng Xiaoyu answered matter-of-factly.
Mi Jiu was speechless. “My dear disciple, can’t you have a bit more ambition? I’m the famous ‘Wine Immortal Blade God’ of the martial world. You don’t want to learn my signature ‘Wind-Slicing Blade Technique,’ but instead, you want to learn light skills to escape? My life is so hard! I’ve been in the martial world for decades and only took you as a disciple, but I never thought you’d be so unambitious!” Mi Jiu lamented, wiping non-existent tears.
Meng Xiaoyu, full of black lines, looked at Mi Jiu and said, “How am I unambitious? I just want to learn light skills first, how is that unambitious?”
“You still dare say you’re not unambitious? Why do you want to learn light skills?” Mi Jiu asked, pointing at her.
“To escape, I told you already,” Meng Xiaoyu replied matter-of-factly.
“Isn’t that unambitious?” Mi Jiu asked.
“Of course not. Master, let me ask you, how talented are you in martial arts? At what age did you start training? How long did it take you to master your ‘Wind-Slicing Blade Technique’? How long did it take you to master your other skills? What’s the fastest you’ve ever learned a martial art?” Meng Xiaoyu fired off a series of questions.
“Hmph, I’m a natural martial arts genius. I started training at six, and it took me only eight years and five months to master the ‘Wind-Slicing Blade Technique.’ The fastest I learned a skill was the ‘Gale Leg Technique,’ which took just half a year,” Mi Jiu answered proudly.
“Alright, then let me ask you, how does my martial arts aptitude compare to yours?” Meng Xiaoyu asked again.
“Hmm, your bones are extraordinary, your mind is quite agile, and most importantly, you have no internal energy, yet your Ren and Du meridians are open. Such a physique is absolutely a genius for martial arts, even better than the old man! It’s just a pity that you missed the best age to start training, otherwise, your future achievements could definitely compare to the ‘Martial Arts Legend’ from over a hundred years ago, and you might even surpass her. However, even though you missed the best age to start training, as long as you are willing to put in the effort, your unique physique can make up for that small shortcoming.” Mi Jiu thought for a moment, his expression very serious as he spoke.
