The meal was served. No matter what the Grand Tutor thought, Ma Xiaomai, who was sitting at the table with the children next to him, did not seem like someone who could concentrate on studying medicine. He was confused and asked Jian Ning about it. The head of the village and the clan leader heard it and hurriedly told the Grand Tutor that Jian Ning knew some martial arts and that Ma Xiaomai was learning martial arts from Jian Ning, not studying medicine.
The Grand Tutor had never expected that Jian Ning, as a woman, knew some martial arts. This reminded him of the lost eldest daughter of Prince Pingnan, who had also learned martial arts from Prince Pingnan since childhood. If she were still alive, she would be about the same age as Jian Ning and would have married into the Huo family long ago. His son Huo Jincheng would not have become a widower now, which made him, as an old father, feel sad every time he thought of her.
He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed softly.
The village head and the clan leader mistakenly thought that he was not optimistic about Jian Ning's kung fu, so they told the Taifu about the time when Jian Ning beat up the bosses and broke their arms one by one. They also told the Taifu that although Jian Ning was a woman, her kung fu was not weak.
As for why Ma Xiaomai didn't learn martial arts from his own father Ma Fuquan, nor from his second uncle, the two old men thought that the two families had a good relationship, and Ma Xiaomai always called Jian Ning "Master". If the other party was willing to hold a formal apprenticeship banquet, they would be happy to ask for a drink.
Ma Fuquan was so happy after drinking that he wanted to roar a few times. He stood up, stepped on the stool, and shouted to Ma Xiaomai, "Today, Daddy will also give you four words of advice. Listen carefully!"
He opened his throat and sang: "Today I drink the wine of acknowledgment to my master, and I will not give up until my ambition is fulfilled. There is still a long time to show my skills, and I am willing to shed my blood and write the history of the world!"
Jian Ning knew that he had this habit, and also knew that he was always cautious. She never expected that he would get carried away and sing. What if the original Ma Fuquan couldn't sing at all? Wouldn't that expose his true identity?
She couldn't help but look at Tian.
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