Was it a bolt from the blue?
The crowd expressed their incomprehension and were deeply shocked.
So this is what it means to castrate oneself before practicing this skill.
Cutting two ounces of meat is terrifying to even think about.
It's true that men have lost all their dignity.
So here's the question: why do you have to castrate yourself before practicing this skill?
Sang Ning couldn't answer this question. She said, "I don't know, that's what the book says."
The audience asked her if it was possible that she had misunderstood, and that the saying "one must first castrate oneself" meant that they should build their own palace first.
Sang Ning scoffed, "The Sunflower Manual you're talking about is a book from my hometown. As a native, I definitely know more about it than you do."
"So, don't take any chances."
The audience felt quite hopeless.
[According to your logic, since the Sunflower Manual is fake, then what about your martial arts skills? Do you dare say you've never practiced martial arts?]
"How about we don't practice the Sunflower Manual, but the one you practice is fine too, we'll pay for it."
[Let's start a class, Ningning! We also want to swing in the air, holding onto vines.]
The audience was genuinely dedicated to martial arts training, and Sang Ning said helplessly, "I'm sorry, there's really no way to teach this."
At least with her current abilities, she is not capable of opening up and clearing the meridians for others.
Their martial arts style begins with mastering the mental techniques; once those techniques are mastered, the rest will naturally follow.
However, the mental cultivation method alone can stump countless people.
Anyway, out of that group of fellow disciples, only a handful actually mastered the technique; the rest didn't.
"What I'm learning has to start from elementary school, and I also need help from my elders."
"But I don't have that ability right now."
The audience is good at grasping the key points. Upon hearing her voice, they asked if she was capable of starting a class. They said that in order to learn martial arts, they could get married and have children so that their little ones could learn.
They even argued that if they couldn't achieve their own dreams, their children could too.
Sanning, "···"
Very good, this year's StarCraft viewers are really pulling a lot of crazy stunts.
I feel so sorry for their future children. They're not even born yet, and their parents are already pushing them to be "tiger babies."
That's also a sin.
"Sure, I'll start teaching classes when I'm able to."
As for when this ability will appear, it depends on her mood.
However, it's highly likely that she won't get the chance in her lifetime, since she's busy and has too many things to do.
The thought of setting up classes and teaching courses is just too much trouble.
No one knows what Sang Ning is really thinking, and the audience believes her words.
So, they happily made an appointment with Sang Ning.
Sang Ning didn't give them a perfunctory answer. Instead, she told them seriously that she wouldn't keep the promise and would wait until that day. She said it wouldn't be good to make a promise now and then not be able to keep it.
Because her attitude was too firm and too forceful, the audience, unable to do anything about it, could only compromise.
Then, Sang Ning received a wave of tips. After thanking them, she told them to chat, and then, to Yan Zhang and the others' astonishment, she started a fire, boiled water, and started making chicken soup, and also made bamboo rice.
That's going too far. She eliminated them, so what's wrong with treating them to a meal, considering they gave her a free elimination spot?
Bessimo was the first to get restless. He moved closer to Sang Ning, staring at the chicken soup in the pot while swallowing hard, and said, "There's no for us?"
Sang Ning paused for two seconds, then decisively said, "There's no share for you. You're all going to be picked up by the production team soon. It would be too wasteful for me to make it for you if I can't finish it all."
"Actually, we could have taken the food with us."
Yan Zhang also came over and chimed in.
Sang Ning glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "Sorry, I didn't prepare any for you."
"So, you're planning to let us watch you eat?" Gabriel's face darkened, and he stared at her fiercely.
Sang Ning wasn't intimidated by him at all. She said matter-of-factly, "You can think that way if you want, but it's none of your business, understand?"
They don't want to understand; they want to rob you outright.
However, they didn't dare to rob it, mainly because Sang Ning had too many random drugs, and no one knew what methods Sang Ning would use to deal with them if they actually tried to rob it.
It's not worth going through all that suffering just for a bite to eat.
After weighing the pros and cons, the group retreated dejectedly, their eyes fixed on the pot of chicken stewing over the fire.
When it was first put into the pot, the flavor hadn't come out yet. It was tempting, but not to an outrageous degree.
But as the chicken soup simmered over high heat and its aroma filled the air, Gabriel and the others were so hungry they were practically green with envy.
"Hungry" is not enough to describe how they felt at that moment. It was too unbearable. The aroma of stewed chicken with mushrooms was so strong that it was impossible to resist the urge to eat.
Their stomachs were rumbling with cravings, and their intense appetite was gradually eroding their reason, urging them to take action and snatch the pot of mushroom and chicken stew.
Just as they were about to lose control and prepare to officially take action, the production crew arrived.
"Gabriel, Bessimo... Yan Zhang, it's time to go."
The person in charge stood on the ladder and shouted at the top of his lungs, making Gabriel and the others want to curse.
Why did they have to come at this crucial moment, just when they were determined to get their hands on this mushroom and chicken stew, even if it meant taking a lesson? I not only want to curse them, I want to hit them.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Sang Ning touched her pocket, and the others who saw her do this immediately jumped up in a shiver.
"Let's go, let's go right now. Sang Ning, take your time. We're leaving now, and we'll never see you again."
Before the words were even finished, the group seemed to be chased by ghosts and took off running towards the ladder. They quickly climbed the ladder, appeared at the entrance of the flying car, and slipped inside, urging the person in charge to leave as soon as possible.
The person in charge looked at them as if they were idiots, then started the car and drove away.
At this moment, Sang Ning took out the unused salt packet from his pocket and laughed, "Did they just think I was going to use medicine on them?"
The audience burst into laughter, feigning ignorance. They didn't believe Sang Ning couldn't see something so obvious.
Sang Ning actually noticed it. She opened the salt packet and said, "Actually, this is salt."
Gabriel and his companions, who had already left by car, nearly choked on their own blood when they saw the white salt in the bag she had opened.
They were scared away by a small packet of salt, a packet so tiny it probably didn't even contain a spoonful of salt.
It's utterly shameful; his lifelong reputation is ruined.
"It's all the manager's fault. Why did he have to come at the very moment we were trying to grab the goods?"
Bessimo complained softly.
The person in charge, who was sitting in the driver's seat in auto mode and pretending to doze off, opened his eyes upon hearing the voice, turned his head and looked at him sharply, saying, "It's not like you would dare to steal it if I didn't come."
“Sang Ning can scare you away with just a bag of salt. If you dare to steal her chicken, she’ll beat you to death.”
As he spoke, he asked Bessiere with ill intent, "Does your face and body no longer hurt?"
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