Talk?

How to talk?

What to talk about?

Yun Shi's mind was in a mess.

He was just thinking about how to respond, but he heard Mingdai suddenly change the subject and asked directly: "What's going on with your right hand?"

Yun Shi was stunned for a moment.

The right hand holding the chopsticks shook and almost spilled the soup.

Mingdai:?

She said half-jokingly: "You're not shaking so much, are you?"

Yun Shi subconsciously clenched his chopsticks and said with some embarrassment: "...I thought you would ask me about my cultivation first."

Mingdai said calmly: "Oh, I was planning to ask about this too. If you want to talk about cultivation first, we can also talk about this first."

She paused, and suddenly said in a longer voice: "Besides -"

Yun Shi subconsciously repeated: "Besides?"

Mingdai looked at his nervous look and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face: "Besides, you need to relax a little. We are chatting, not interrogating."

"There are only two of us here. I am your uncle and you are my nephew. We are all a family. You don't need to use honorifics to me, and you won't need to in the future."

A family...?

Yun Shi looked at her blankly, his serious face was squeezed into a small bun by Ming Dai.

Ming Dai said with satisfaction: "This looks like what a child should look like."

Yun Shi: "Uncle, it hurts..."

"Do you know it hurts now?"

Ming Dai snorted softly and let go of her hand.

"It hurts, that's right." She glanced at the little guy in front of her, and said with a pun, "I'm just afraid that you don't know to say anything about it even though you feel pain."

"If something happens, it won't just be a pain."

Yun Shi rubbed his blushed face and remained silent.

Ming Dai was not in a hurry, she just waited leisurely.

After a while, Yun Shi took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of determination, and finally spoke.

"Master said that he picked me up on his way to the Southern Blue Realm."

Mingdai: "On the way to Nancang Realm?"

Yun Shi hummed and said sadly: "I don't remember the specific location. I used to get a headache just thinking about it, but then I simply forgot about it."

"I only remember that when I was seven years old, there were heavy rains and floods in the countryside. My parents took me and my siblings to flee with the clan and suffered a lot."

"At the time of crisis, an old Taoist priest with white hair and long beard descended from the sky and drove back the flood. But as long as the heavy rain continues, the flood will still occur."

"The old Taoist priest said that this is because the River God is angry. If mortals want to completely quell the River God's anger, they must sacrifice a boy with spiritual roots."

Mingdai: "Then they picked you."

Yun Shi nodded silently.

Even if he didn't need to say anything about what happened next, Mingdai could guess most of it.

The parents hesitated again and again, thinking about the lives of the other children in the family and the clan members, and finally drugged his food.

The people in the clan were afraid that he would do something bad and escape after he woke up, so they decided to take the opportunity to interrupt his hands and feet.

Fortunately, Xu Qingchuan happened to come to ask for directions and crashed into the sacrificial scene. Xiao Yunshi was lucky enough to save his life, but his injured right hand could never return to its original state.

The story sounds cliché, but it really happened to this little boy.

He whispered: "Later, my master took me to find a medical fairy to reattach my right hand, but because it was broken once, I was never able to be as flexible as others."

Mingdai: "Can you show it to me?"

Yun Shi was reluctant: "...very ugly."

Although he said this, he hesitated for a moment and handed his right hand to Ming Dai.

The latter grabbed his hand and gently pushed the sleeve up. As expected, a ferocious flesh scar was exposed on the bamboo-thin wrist, like some kind of reptile.

Mingdai's eyes darkened instantly.

How cruel one must be to do such a cruel thing to a child.

She asked in a deep voice: "What happened next?"

Yun Shi: "Later?"

The young man was in a daze for a moment, and then he answered slowly:

"Then they all died."

The so-called river god is nothing more than a demonized dragon.

And the old Taoist priest who seemed to save people from fire and water was its owner.

Everything is directed and performed by themselves.

The living sacrifice was to increase the old Taoist priest's own cultivation, and the remaining mortals were the dragon's dessert. From the beginning, they had no intention of letting anyone go.

The people in the village wanted to sacrifice one of his children in exchange for the illusion of peace, but they didn't want him to be the only one left alive in the end.

From that moment on, Yun Shi knew that the only person he could rely on in this world was himself.

So he mustered up the courage, rushed over to block Xu Qingchuan's way, knelt in front of him, and begged him to show him the way to immortality.

How did Master answer him at that time?

"Cultivation is very tiring."

"I'm not afraid of getting tired."

He is the eldest son of the family, and at a young age he is able to take care of a lot of work at home and outside the home. Except for having no money to study, he has never let his parents have any distractions.

He thought that cultivating immortals was just like working. Even if his foundation was poor, he could slowly become stronger as long as he kept working hard, but...

The reality doesn't seem to be the case.

Yun Shi took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to ask: "Uncle Master, am I not suitable for practicing swordsmanship?"

Ming Dai raised her eyes and looked at him: "Why do you say that?"

"because……"

Yun Shi suddenly got stuck and didn't know what to say.

At this time, Mingdai took over his words and said, "Because the retreat failed this time?"

"Or is it because I see that my juniors have made progress, but I keep standing still, so I feel that I am not as good as them and feel ashamed?"

Yun Shi pursed his lips, looked up at her cautiously, and said dryly: "...You have guessed it."

Mingdai said helplessly: "After all, I'm still your uncle, and I must have more experience of failure than you."

Yun Shi was stunned when he heard this.

Will the rumored genius... also fail?

Ming Dai chuckled: "Why not?"

Yun Shi was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had asked the question accidentally.

"Come on, open your hands and spread them flat."

As Mingdai spoke, she pulled Yun Shi's right hand to the candlelight, then spread her right hand out and placed it with him.

The warm candlelight illuminated the two palms, one large and one small, and also illuminated the scars on their palms.

"Look, we both have the same calluses on our right hands."

"Besides, these wounds are all caused by sword practice. Mine are even more numerous than yours." Yun Shi stared blankly at the criss-cross scars on her hands and said nothing.

Ming Dai knew that he had heard this, so she continued in a seductive way: "And you just said that it was just a rumor. But in fact, how can there be so many geniuses in the world?"

To put it further, the original owner's talent was good, but in order to practice swordsmanship, she had to endure hardships since she was a child.

To put it more closely, in order to compile the teaching materials as soon as possible and teach these little carrots well, Mingdai often stayed up late at night to read after she came here.

Every knowledge point she taught in class has been carefully considered. The divergence of thinking and logical connection contained in it cannot be simply accomplished by "inheriting the memory of the original owner".

"Genius", to put it bluntly, is just a glamorous name. Only they know the hard work involved.

Mingdai asked: "Have you heard Fang Zhongyong's story?"

Yun Shi shook his head honestly.

Mingdai: "Okay... let me put it in a more straightforward way."
To be continued...