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Chapter 13 Family Law
The wind started to blow in the evening. Su Daoshan accompanied Xixi back to her own courtyard, and then took a walk around. When he passed the warehouse in the backyard, he heard a few servants chatting while working.

"Did you hear what Niu Lao Si said? He drove the carriage to take the second young lady and the third young master to the city lord's mansion. Wow, it was so lively. Even the lights on the watchtower were lit, and the good wine and food were flowing like water as if they were free."

As he spoke, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

"Of course. When Qilingmen was attacked this time, our Yishan City helped a lot. We said tonight that we were going to entertain the noble families in Huoniu City and Xise City to relieve their fear. In fact, we just wanted to do our best to show our reputation. Who among the families in Huoniu City and Xise City will refuse to accept our favor in the future?"

"Are you stupid? What does it matter whether those people from Huoniu City and Xise City are grateful or not? The important thing is that more than half of the sects who participated in the county examination have already come. We can take this opportunity to invite these sects. It will be glorious and we can also make contact in advance. When the time comes, they might even recruit a few more disciples from Yishan City!"

"Right! Apart from anything else, how could Qilingmen not remember this favor?! I heard that when our people went there, Liufengjian Lu Xing'an was almost unable to hold on. Several seventh-grade warriors died, and even two sixth-grade warriors died!"

"Speaking of this time, the most glorious and proud family must be the Yue family. It is said that Yue Shifeng led the Yue family guards to rush in first to rescue those young masters and ladies. Even the Snow Fairy in Han Valley was rescued by him..."

"Well, come to think of it, our eldest master also went with us. But the limelight was taken away by others. I heard that the second young master and his men were also in the Garrison Fort at that time. With his temper, why didn't he go with us this time?"

"They were originally fleeing from an attack, and the second young master is still injured. Why, you think losing ten carts of food is not enough? Let this guy go crazy again and throw away the rest, and then we will all starve to death?"

Su Daoshan couldn't listen to this anymore, and felt that these people were really bad at talking. He covered his face and quietly passed by the warehouse door and returned to his own yard.

I went upstairs and entered the bedroom, where I saw Pingting making the bed. The slender girl with graceful curves knelt on the bed, spreading the quilt with her hands and feet.

Noticing Su Daoshan coming in, Pingting turned her head to look at him, then silently took off her clothes, leaving only her undershirt, and got into bed.

This is... Su Daoshan took a breath of cold air, and then he realized from the memory in his mind that this was warming the bed.

So corrupt!
Su Daoshan picked up a book from the desk and pretended to read it.

In this world, there is no TV, no mobile phone, no computer... go to bed at 7 or 8 o'clock, and there is no night life. It seems that there is only one way to be happy... Su Daoshan was distracted and restless.

At first he was just flipping through the book casually, but as he read on, he became absorbed in it.

The title of the book I picked up casually is "Wulüe", but its content is not about the essentials of military strategy, but some basic common sense of martial arts practice, as well as the history and introduction of martial arts schools.

In fact, the things in this book were already in the original body's memory. It was just that until this moment when the book was opened, the relevant memories were awakened and matched one by one.

"A warrior's talent is called spiritual root, which is divided into five categories: scholar, farmer, merchant, and soldier. Among them, the scholar's spiritual root is also called the literary spiritual root, and the soldier's spiritual root is also called the martial spiritual root."

"Spirit is spirituality, and root is bone structure. In short, one is IQ and understanding, and the other is physical condition... However, the most important point that determines this kind of talent is the different natures of each person."

Su Daoshan watched and understood carefully.

According to the book, warriors have different natures and their paths to martial arts are also different.

Some people are close to nature, naturally like to play with flowers and plants, and have a calm and gentle personality. Most of these people have agricultural spiritual roots. The advantages of agricultural spiritual root warriors are that they know the weather, understand the terrain, and are good at taking advantage of the situation.

Some people are naturally curious, clever, meticulous and patient. Most of these people have the gongling root. The characteristics of a gongling root warrior are ever-changing, precise and ingenious.

Some people are naturally calculating, sociable, tactful and flexible. Most of these people have business roots. Their advantage is that they know when to advance and when to retreat, and how to make choices.

Some people are adventurous by nature, and have strong and tyrannical personalities, or even overbearing. Most of these people have the spirit of a soldier, and their characteristics are that they are indomitable and unstoppable.

When he saw Wen Linggen, Su Daoshan became more focused.

"It turns out that martial artists with literary spiritual roots are the weakest of the five spiritual roots. This is because literature and martial arts are two almost opposite paths. Literati prefer quietness to movement, and they are sad about the passing of time. They are naturally unwilling to fight with others.

"Therefore, there are very few martial artists with literary spiritual roots who can achieve success in martial arts. Most of them are upright and persevering, and they are the kind of people who would not be offended even if they were called martial spiritual roots."

Su Daoshan thought about it and quickly found relevant examples in Chinese history: "It should be people like Ban Chao and Chen Qianzhi."

The characteristics of a martial artist with a literary spirit root are that he is well-read, has strong observation, judgment, thinking and response abilities, and can often anticipate the enemy's moves. More importantly, the martial arts style of a martial artist with a literary spirit root is not limited to one style, just like an article, there are both rigorous and meticulous, and there are also smart and elegant styles.

When it reaches a certain level, it even possesses the strengths of other spiritual roots.

"No wonder when I was 'unconscious' before, I heard those people talking about me being a Wen Linggen, and they all looked disdainful..."

Su Daoshan suddenly realized: "A bookworm who follows the old ways and is rigid and rigid, even if he works hard, what he can practice is probably just 'dull boxing' or 'stiff swordsmanship'."

Thinking about it, Su Daoshan's heart suddenly moved: "Observation and judgment ability..."

"It's said in the book that spiritual root talent is not only about who is closer to the nature, but also about who has higher attainments in the corresponding system, and whoever has stronger strength will be!"

"For example, a sophisticated and successful businessman can better demonstrate the businessman's characteristics of knowing how to make choices and how to advance and retreat than a rookie who has just started out... When facing off, they have a more accurate sixth sense and a more unique vision, and can always avoid danger or attack decisively and seize opportunities at critical moments!"

Thinking of this, Su Daoshan already understood something in his heart.

"There is a saying in the literary spirit: 'If the writing is not expressive, the boxing will not be effective. If the poem is not complete, the sword will not be immortal.' To put it bluntly, if you can't write well, you won't have any future in martial arts.

"But my personality and knowledge are completely different from my original self. Apart from other things, the education I received in the past twenty years is not comparable to that of a teenager who was born in a world with primitive information and even a civilizational gap!"

"So, this is the difference. This is also the reason why I stand out from the crowd in terms of my literary spiritual root talent!" Su Daoshan became more and more excited the more he thought about it.

Understanding this would explain why my hearing and vision were far superior to my original body. It also explained why I could see those spots of light on Fan Caiyi and the man in black.

The advantage of a warrior with literary spiritual roots is his meticulous reading and observation skills, which allow him to spot flaws.

The higher the knowledge, the stronger the natural ability!
Su Daoshan suddenly understood everything, as if he had solved a difficult math problem or completed an interesting reasoning in his previous life. He was so excited that he couldn't help but applaud.

However, at this moment, Pingting got out of bed with her clothes on and was startled by his sudden clapping of the table. The girl's sparkling eyes saw the book in his hand, and her eyes were very complicated.

Su Daoshan's smile froze. This book "Martial Strategies" is basically an introductory book in this world, similar to a children's picture book...

"Master, the bed is warm, please go to bed." Pingting said softly, and then walked out.

However, just as Pingting took a step, Su Daoshan stood up and stopped her with his hand.

"Stop!" Su Daoshan said with a sullen face.

"Young Master..." The color on Pingting's face suddenly faded a lot.

Su Daoshan snorted coldly and looked Pingting up and down with a frown on his face. "I heard that some bad things were spread outside these days, and some people even bullied you. Now look, you are indeed thinner than before I left a few days ago."

The domineering president template is online!

In order to solve the problem of the inner house as soon as possible so that he can live without worries, Su Daoshan has to find another way.

Although this template is a bit embarrassing to act out, it fits the image of a nerdy boy who is not romantic but has reached the age of youth and full of vigor. I can't coax you, but I can order you not to be angry.

And I will also divert the conflict!
Pingting opened her mouth slightly and looked at Su Daoshan in surprise.

She never thought that the young master would stop her to ask these questions. Especially when she felt Su Daoshan's eyes on the person wearing only a white dress, her face flushed.

"Why are you looking at me?" Su Daoshan said impatiently, "I'm asking you a question. Tell me the truth. Who is gossiping? I'm giving you the cold shoulder. Did the kitchen deduct money from you?"

"No, no," Pingting said hurriedly, her heart in turmoil, "How could the eldest lady be the housekeeper and deduct money from us?"

"Of course my elder sister wouldn't do that. She's just afraid of bad people causing trouble." Su Daoshan said, "Or maybe it's you who are always thinking about nonsense and cutting off yourselves."

Pingting's originally clear eyes suddenly became misty.

Su Daoshan knew that pretending to accidentally expose the truth was already the ultimate thoughtfulness of a nerd.

He said in a tone that said, "It's none of your business to worry about my affairs. From today on, you should take your monthly allowance. Eat well every day. Bring back the meat and vegetables cooked in the kitchen."

"I don't like it..." Pingting retorted in a low voice, but her voice was soft, with the flavor of her former obedience and coquettishness. The cold and stubborn energy she had before was visibly melting away.

Seeing that the time had come, Su Daoshan slapped her on the butt.

Amid Pingting's screams of shame and shock, he snorted coldly, "You did whatever I told you to do. You're even rebelling. Watch out for my house rules!"

Pingting covered her hips, bit her lips, and looked at Su Daoshan with her big eyes without blinking.

"I didn't expect this girl to have a body that looks thin when she's dressed, but plump when she's undressed. This girl feels even more elastic than jelly. I can't stop hitting her after I hit her once. I really want to hit her a few more times..."

Su Daoshan was thinking wildly, but he snorted coldly: "What are you looking at? I haven't beaten you for a long time, I'm afraid you have forgotten it!"

Pingting's face turned even redder.

No one knew that a few years ago, there was no Huamei, no Chunyuan, and no vixen in this small courtyard of Sujiabao. She was the only little maid accompanying the young master as he grew up.

The two of them spent every day together, whispering to each other, and they were confused. It seemed that he had noticed something, but it seemed that he understood nothing.

At that time, the young master had not read that many books, but he was also stubborn and always learned to be like a little adult. If the little maid did something wrong or said something wrong, he liked to enforce the family rules in this way.

But the one who beat him was not angry, and the one who was beaten was not sad. The little maid also vaguely discovered that although the young master always spoke with reason and evidence, he actually just liked to make excuses...

Past memories came back to her mind, and the redness on the girl's face had spread to her ears.

Su Daoshan walked to the bedside and spread his hands: "Remember, you are mine, I will bully you, and I will not tolerate others turning their backs on you. Humph, these people are so daring! Do you really think that a gentleman can be bullied?!"

Pingting had no idea that she was angry with the young master. She lowered her head and hummed, then walked over obediently, helped him undress, helped him get on the bed, extinguished the candle, and then went back to the outer room.

The moon is as clear as water.

The girl sat on the small bed, stroking her cheeks with both hands, and felt very hot. The next second, she pulled the quilt over her with a look of shame and joy, and lay down to cover her head.

(End of this chapter)