She knew very well that the other party wanted to save face and slap her in front of everyone. If she lowered her head and admitted her mistake now, she would be completely screwed. However, if he wanted to save Wu Santong, he would have to give him enough face, so he had to apologize.
Wu Sanniang hesitated for a long time before she finally said humbly,"It's all my fault for being blind and letting my heart be blinded by pig fat, wrongly accusing Young Master Ye. Young Master Ye, you're a magnanimous person, please forgive me this time and let my Old Master go.”
Facing Ye Wudao's powerful pressure, she finally chose to submit.
Ye Wudao's eyes were bright as he said word by word,
"I'm also a person with parents. I know that parents don't want their children to be hurt at all.”
"It's not wrong for you to care about Wu Dunru, but you didn't distinguish right from wrong and didn't investigate the ins and outs of the matter. You fought with me and even let Wu Santong seriously injure me.”
Hearing Ye Wudao's words, the Lu Liding couple, Cheng Ying, and Lu Wushuang all praised him. They all felt that what Young Master Ye said was reasonable.
Wu Sanniang knew that she was in the wrong and was speechless. She lowered her head and said nothing.
Ye Wudao continued," You've been spoiling Dawu and Xiaowu too much. You've allowed them to do whatever they want. This kind of love is spoiling them. It'll only harm them." They would also be useless when they grew up in the future and would not be able to take on great responsibilities. This Ye understood this logic since he was young. Unfortunately, you've lived for so long, yet you actually still don't understand. You're really extremely ignorant!”
His words were sonorous and forceful, each word piercing her heart like a knife stabbing into Wu Sanniang's heart.
After listening to these words, Lu Liding and his wife were also alert. They silently reflected on themselves and whether they spoiled their children too much. If there is, correct it; if there is no, encourage it.
Young Master Ye is right." Wu Sanniang prostrated.
Today, Ye Wudao's martial arts and wisdom far surpassed hers.
Although she didn't like Ye Wudao, she had to admire him because he was right.
"Wu Sanniang, you should take care of yourself.”
After Ye Wudao finished speaking, he ignored the other party and walked straight into the house.
Wu Santong was like a slave, following behind him obediently, not daring to take even half a step away. It was as if Ye Wudao could make him lose everything with a wave of his hand, including Wu Santong's physical body.
"Third Brother!"
Wu Sanniang's expression was bitter as she watched them walk into the hall. Her heart was in agony. She could tell from Ye Wudao's actions that he had no intention of letting go of Wu Santong.
All signs indicated that Wu Santong was being controlled by an evil spell. Unless he was a sorcerer who knew the Yin Yang Ghost Spell, ordinary people would not be able to save him. She was also helpless.
" Santong, how should I save you…" Wu Sanniang was worried.
At noon, Ye Wudao finished his lunch and brought Wu Santong back to the West Chamber. As soon as he returned to his room, he closed the door and windows to prevent outsiders from peeping.
In the room, Wu Santong was like a block of wood. He sat in front of the table and was even more obedient than a primary school student.
Ye Wudao took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and placed them in front of Wu Santong. He ordered,""Ownerless malicious ghost, listen to my order and quickly write down a copy of the Yi Yang Finger mental cultivation method.”
"Keke-"
Wu Santong let out a strange cry as if he was agreeing.
There was no malevolence on his face, only obedience.
He was very afraid of Ye Wudao. When he heard the latter's order, he immediately picked up his brush and wrote on the paper. His handwriting was crooked. Fortunately, Ye Wudao was well-read and could recognize all of it.
"The Yi Yang Finger will soon belong to me.”Ye Wudao cheered in his heart.
The Yi Yang Finger was the supreme technique of the Duan Clan of Dali. It was the crystallization of the wisdom of the Duan Clan's experts of past generations. This technique was extremely mysterious and had the power to shake the heavens and earth, as well as the ability to make ghosts cry and gods howl.
It was also because of this skill that Yi Deng could become one of the Five Uniques and remain invincible. Only then could the Duan Clan of Dali establish a dynasty.
Ye Wudao thought to himself," There are nine grades of the Yi Yang Finger. The ninth grade is the weakest, and the first grade is the strongest. I wonder which grade this Martial Madman has learned." The Single Solar Finger is the foundation of the Six Pulses Divine Sword. If I can cultivate it to the first grade, I will be able to learn the Six Pulses Divine Sword in the future.”
Thinking of this, he was filled with anticipation.
Back on Earth, Ye Wudao had been obsessed with martial arts. Whether it was movies or famous books, he enjoyed them all.
Every young man had his own kungfu dream.
Ye Wudao was no exception.
Ever since he was young, he had dreamed of becoming a peerless expert and a famous swordsman in the pugilistic world.
"A horse in fresh clothes gallops across the world, a sword kills a celestial within ten steps, a beauty sits in the arms of a city toppling beauty, and thousands of miles of land belongs to my family!”
Ye Wudao recalled his childhood dreams and felt a surge of emotions. He placed his right hand in front of his chest and felt the black pearl under his clothes. It seemed that he had something to rely on for the unpredictable future.
Ye Wudao looked at Wu Santong, who was writing the secret manual from memory, and did not say anything. He quietly sat on the soft couch and began to meditate with his legs crossed according to Lu Liding's Qi Condensation Stance. He began to take three long and three short breaths.
As the breathing continued, the Qi in his body gradually increased. He gradually felt suffocated. This feeling was getting stronger and stronger. He couldn't breathe out, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
However, the black bead was hanging on his neck, sticking close to his mouth.
Every time Ye Wudao took a deep breath, especially when he was suffocating, the bead would emit a cold aura, clearing all obstacles for him, making his cultivation extremely smooth and efficient.
With the help of the mysterious black bead, Ye Wudao's cultivation for a day was equivalent to ten days of cultivation for an ordinary person. His inner force cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds at a terrifying speed.
When the sun was setting, Ye Wudao's Qi returned to his dantian and he stopped breathing.
After an afternoon of quiet cultivation, the thin internal strength in his body was more than ten times thicker.
His internal strength increased by leaps and bounds, and his strength also soared. It was the same move,'Great River Practice', but its power had already far exceeded the past. If Wu Sanniang were to argue again, Ye Wudao was confident that he could defeat her with a single strike.
Ye Wudao stood up from the soft couch and walked in front of Wu Santong. He saw that Wu Santong had written on a thick stack of paper, which was filled with dense handwriting.
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Wu Santong stopped writing and looked at Ye Wudao in awe. He let out a strange sound as if he was reporting to his master that he had finished his task.
He finished writing the Single Solar Finger.
"Very good."
Ye Wudao picked up the secret manual and flipped through it.
"Only ninth and eighth grade? This Martial Madman was really trash, but it was better than nothing.”
He carefully read the contents and found that Wu Santong's experiences were written on it. This made him overjoyed.
With this valuable experience, his Yi Yang Finger would definitely improve at a rapid pace.
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