Chapter 273: Song Xiao Vomits Blood
"Impossible!" Song Xiao suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him intently, his eyes bloodshot and a bit of viciousness that was inconsistent with his age. "How could I be completely untalented!"
"You must have measured it wrong!"
“It must be!”
"My talent should be higher than my own mother's!"
Every year, the little girl is praised for her outstanding talent.
His talent must be unique!
So what did this bald ass say?
Saying that he has no qualifications for cultivation?!
"I should ask Young Master Song about this," Master Ye said, his eyes dark as ink, staring at him intently. "With a mother like Master Su, even if you were born mentally retarded, your talent should be astonishingly strong."
"How come when I tested you, you turned out to be laughably mediocre?"
The original gentleness disappeared completely.
Master Ye still looked cold and aloof at this moment.
But his words have become much more harsh.
Song Xiao's body was shaking.
He reached out and smashed everything that could be smashed into pieces.
It seems that the more he brags, the more he can cover up the fact that he is mediocre and incompetent.
"No!"
"No!"
"That can't be the case! I'm not some useless piece of shit with no talent! There's no way I can't even compare to a little girl! Absolutely not!"
Looking at the mess in the room, Master Ye was not angry.
He just looked at Song Xiao, looking at him for a long time with an obscure and complicated expression.
It seems that this fact is more difficult for Song Xiao to accept than for himself.
Master Ye stared at Song Tingchen gravely, seemingly unwilling to give up, and asked again, "General Song, is this Young Master Song really your and Master Su's child?"
He paused, as if he felt that this question was inappropriate. After all, Song Xiao and Song Tingchen looked like they were cast in the same mold. Even a fool could see that the father and son looked extremely similar.
"General Song, please forgive me. I didn't mean to provoke you. General Song is related to you by blood, but..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Song Tingchen had already raised his cold eyebrows.
"What does Master Ye want to say?"
"Xiaoxiao and his mother already have a shallow relationship. Now you are saying this. Are you determined to plant a thorn in the child's heart?"
Song Tingchen's eyebrows and eyes were as cold as frost and snow.
Sometimes even he himself couldn't help but wish that Song Xiao was not Su Tan's child.
If Song Xiao was not Su Tan's biological son, he could still find excuses for her cruelty and heartlessness.
But Song Xiao is Su Tan’s biological son who was born after ten months of pregnancy.
There are many things in this world that he has done to Su Tan.
But the only thing he couldn't forgive was that Su Tan treated Song Xiao as nothing, and sometimes he even wanted to defeat his own son.
He hoped more than anyone else in the world that Song Xiao was not born from the belly of the cold and cruel Su Tan.
It just so happens that Song Xiao and Su Tan are related by blood!
After receiving Song Tingchen's answer, Master Ye's expression remained calm, but his eyes quickly turned cold.
He glanced at the mess in his room, spoke lightly, and ordered everyone to leave.
"Since General Song and I have no destiny, then forget it."
"It's late at night. General Song and Young Master Song should go back home early."
"No!" Song Xiao burst into tears and rushed over hysterically, shaking the corner of Master Ye's robe continuously, staring at Master Ye with almost paranoid eyes, "Tell me, it's you who are not skilled enough, and you can't measure it!"
"I'm not without talent!"
"I will never do that!"
Anyone in this world could be a waste, except him.
He prides himself on being smart and being able to learn things quickly.
In school, he always ranked first in his studies.
Those people called him an ungrateful person behind his back, but they could never surpass him.
Song Xiao accepted the fact that he was a genius early on.
He naturally thought that he was also extremely talented in the mystical arts.
As long as he is willing to learn, he will do better than anyone else.
But now there is a bald donkey telling him that he is a waste.
Not only was it impossible for him to surpass Su Tan, he couldn't even match a finger of Sui Sui.
How is that possible!
He's a boy, how could he be inferior to a little girl?!
Master Ye calmly pushed Song Xiao's hand away.
"Young Master Song, you've overstepped your bounds."
"General Song, it's time for you to take the young master back home."
Song Tingchen had no time to say anything more to Master Ye. He just stretched out his hand and bent down, "Xiaoxiao, we should go back."
"I don't! I don't I don't I don't!"
Song Xiao punched and kicked hysterically, tears almost running out of his eyes. "Dad, make him take the test again, make him take the test again. I'm not useless! I'm not!"
He cried so hard that he could hardly breathe.
Song Tingchen squatted down and patiently comforted him.
He held Zhang Songxiao in his arms, feeling distressed, and said word by word, "Xiaoxiao, don't think like that. You have never been a waste."
At least in his eyes, Song Xiao has always been the most worry-free and sensible child, and the pride of Song Tingchen.
Seeing Song Xiao so exhausted by the result, he felt a lot of pity in his heart, and his tone softened a lot, "Father will take you out of the palace. Tomorrow, Father will find someone to test you again."
"Stop crying, okay?"
"As a man, you're crying like this over such a trivial matter. Others will laugh at you."
Only then did Song Xiao stop crying.
Song Tingchen's face was still full of heartache.
But in his heartache, he also felt a little confused and doubtful.
Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen.
Even he didn't understand why Song Xiao didn't have any qualifications to practice.
At this moment, not to mention Song Xiao, even he felt that there must be something wrong with the measurement, and Master Ye must not have measured it accurately.
He also thought about finding a master to retest Song Xiao tomorrow.
The father and son were waiting for tomorrow's verdict with their hearts full of worries.
Song Xiao was already prepared, and kept telling himself in his heart that what happened yesterday was just an accident, because that bald donkey was not skilled enough.
He will definitely be able to avenge his previous shame today.
However, Master Ye did not lie.
Unfortunately, the initial answer was exactly the same as last night's.
"General Song is truly thoughtful. To test my accuracy, he even brought a child with no talent to test me."
The master was smiling and looked like an immortal, with a sense of divine elegance.
He slowly looked at Song Tingchen, his eyes kind and gentle, "General Song, quickly bring Young Master Song out."
"I'll know what his talent is like after I see Young Master Song with my own eyes and test him myself."
The master looked compassionate.
Judging from his attitude, it seemed as if he couldn't tell at all that Song Xiao in front of him was not the child that Song Tingchen had found and had nothing to do with him.
The expression on Song Xiao's face crumbled inch by inch.
“That’s not the case!”
"That's not the case!"
"You are lying!"
"You are all lying!"
Song Xiao's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to eat the master who tested his talent alive. He stared at him intently, "Who on earth paid you to slander me like this?"
"I'm not a talentless loser!"
"I'm not some talentless piece of shit, you hear me? I'm not! I'm not!"
Song Xiao was hysterical. He stretched out his hands and smashed the objects into pieces.
The master looked at him slowly, and just smiled when he heard it. His eyes looking at Song Xiao were still gentle and compassionate. "Young Master, fate in this world cannot be forced. The same is true for whether a person has a fate with cultivation. Since you are good at studying, be a good scholar. It would be great if you can pass the imperial examination and become a marquis or a prime minister in the future."
"Why should we focus only on cultivation?"
"Everyone has their own destiny. Many things in this world cannot be forced. If you insist on forcing them, you will only end up stuck in a quagmire and unable to struggle."
The master's compassionate gaze was like a knife, piercing Song Xiao's heart.
Song Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were vacant, and at the moment he fell down, he was still saying, "It's not like that..."
"That's not the case..."
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