Thank you. Very useful.
He just wanted a junior brother who was a little sweet-talker and could give him a little sense of accomplishment.
Ling Xinghua was coaxed into happiness, and let Yu Ziheng put all the food he didn't like into his own bowl, and then took away the big piece of meat in his own bowl that he was going to eat last.
Life suddenly seemed to get much better.
The master also became gentler, resolved the previous misunderstanding, gave him various gifts, and was willing to let them start practicing.
Ling Xinghua excitedly took his sword and ran to the long-awaited training ground. The disciples who were practicing there just glanced at him, made room for him, and continued practicing.
No one was targeting him, but no one took the initiative to chat with him. Ling Xinghua practiced for a whole day, barely keeping up with the movements, and returned to his residence in disappointment.
Yu Ziheng, who had been reading in his room all day, saw him come back and insisted on chatting. He was in a bad mood and didn't pay much attention to his tone: "I'm very tired and want to rest. Don't bother me."
Even though he noticed Yu Ziheng's momentary lost expression, he was in no mood to comfort him. He hid in the quilt and was sad for a long time.
The next morning, he was still in high spirits and ready to continue practicing. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw Yu Ziheng squatting at his door holding a sword.
"Brother, can I go with you? I want to learn too. It's so boring here by myself. My eldest brother won't come back, and my third brother won't let me go with him..."
Ling Xinghua couldn't stand his pitiful appearance and nodded decisively: "Okay, but when you get there, don't make trouble and don't affect everyone's practice, understand?"
Yu Ziheng nodded repeatedly: "I know! I definitely won't make a fuss!"
No way.
Less than two minutes had passed and Ling Xinghua was trying hard to keep up with the progress when Yu Ziheng raised his voice and called out to the people in front.
"Brothers! Can you please go slower? I can't remember it, and I want to learn it too. Can you teach me again?"
Ling Xinghua was so scared that he wanted to cover his mouth, but he didn't expect Yu Ziheng to be quite agile. He dodged directly and grabbed the clothes of the disciple closest to them.
"Senior Brother, you look like my cousin, but he doesn't have your bearing. Your moves when fighting with the senior brother next to you were so beautiful! I haven't seen such moves in Shuijing City. Can you teach me?"
Ling Xinghua watched helplessly as a group of people who usually kept their composure were amused by Yu Ziheng's few words, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.
He stood there blankly, and was soon dragged into the conversation by Yu Ziheng.
"You all have opponents, so I can only go with my senior brother. I'm a slow learner, can you help me break down my moves and teach me step by step?"
"Oh, by the way, this is the medicine my third brother made a few days ago. I see you're all injured. Rub this on your wounds and they'll heal quickly!"
Successfully controlled a group of people.
Things that were relatively difficult to learn before were finally thoroughly mastered under this patient guidance.
Ling Xinghua also discovered that whenever he was unfamiliar with a movement, Yu Ziheng would deliberately pester others and ask them to teach him several times.
It was obvious that when others were not paying attention, Yu Ziheng's movements were more skillful than his.
That day was the happiest day of his training.
When they returned home that night, Ling Xinghua made small talk: "Where did you get so much medicine?"
Yu Ziheng hung on him tiredly: "Of course, Third Senior Brother gave it to me. He said he was worried that something might happen to me, so he asked me to carry these things with me."
Ling Xinghua bent down to carry him on his back, and Yu Ziheng climbed onto his back without any hesitation.
"If you give away the things you use to others, what if you get hurt?"
Yu Ziheng replied weakly: "It doesn't matter, don't you still have my brother? You won't let me get hurt. Don't be afraid, brother. I will practice with you in the future, and you won't be alone."
The person on his back was so tired that he fell asleep. It was difficult to walk at night, and Ling Xinghua's eyes were red from walking.
From then on, he took Yu Ziheng with him every day. The more he understood him, the more distressed he felt.
Although their lives were hard, at least they lived in the Yuxu Sect and could take care of each other.
Their master is used to acting like a fool and never gives face to anyone. Although no one wants to pay attention to them as his disciples, they don't need to please anyone.
Therefore, he is not even as good as Yu Ziheng in dealing with people.
Ling Xinghua overheard the conversation between Yu Ziheng and Chang Sui by chance.
At that time, Chang Sui was obsessed with improving various prescriptions. He could make a bunch of strange medicines every day and look for people to test them. However, he couldn't speak, so when he asked normal questions, he made it sound like he was going to poison the other person.
Yu Ziheng tapped the table with a ruler and said, "Third Brother, you can't say that. Forget it. I'll teach you word by word. Don't change the words. Memorize what I say and come with us to the training ground tomorrow to tell the other brothers."
Chang Sui obediently picked up the pen and started writing. After Yu Ziheng finished speaking, he did not forget to add one more sentence.
"You have to let them taste the sweetness first, make them feel that this is essentially for their own good, and then there's a give-and-take between them. This is called the art of being human."
Chang Sui nodded stupidly: "Oh~ the art of being a human being."
Ling Xinghua laughed out loud, walked over and patted Yu Ziheng on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Yu Ziheng was unconvinced: "How can this be called nonsense? Brother, you have to learn too. Come, sit down and listen together."
Although he was younger than them, he had a lot of logic to his words, and Ling Xinghua actually listened to him.
It was also because of Yu Ziheng's presence that his relationship with other disciples in the sect gradually improved, and they reached the point where they would greet each other and joke with each other when they met.
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