Chapter 9 Innate Talent

  When De Shangbin turned back, his waist was no longer bent and he was no longer panting. He walked with a strong and steady gait, having recovered to normal. However, his expression still seemed somewhat strange. He glanced at Su Tang and said, "Young Master, your strength is barely passable..."

  "Is that all you've got?" Su Tang smiled and said: "Just now I only used 50% of my strength, how about this, let me punch again!"

  "No need, no need." Shang Bin hastily waved his hand: "Young Master, your strength is already big enough, but... having only strength is useless. Remember what Master said, the vast multitude of living beings all have their own spiritual roots and spiritual veins, it's just that some are strong and some are weak, some are thick and heavy and some are shallow and thin. Each person is also different, so there is a distinction in innate talent. To make one's spiritual roots and spiritual veins stronger, one must cultivate various martial arts..."

  Shang Bin spoke with a shaking head, while Su Tang's face turned very serious. This was the first time he had come into contact with martial arts, and whether Shang Bin's strength was strong or weak, or what he said was right or wrong, were not important. What was important was gathering information, and then making judgments later on.

  Su Tang listened attentively, and Shang Bin's enthusiasm grew as he spoke. After about half an hour, Su Tang suddenly asked: "Uncle Shang, what is the name of your martial art? Which rank does it belong to?" Because Shang Bin had just said that most martial arts are divided into nine ranks, upper, middle and lower, and above the martial arts there is also a fighting technique, but Shang Bin had only heard of it.

  "This... " Shang Bin was taken aback and dryly laughed, saying: "I don't know, Master didn't say at the time, what rank... Hehe... it's not very clear either."

  "Oh." Su Tang was aware, but this couldn't dispel his enthusiasm for learning martial arts. What's the difference in rank? He'll learn it first and then talk about it later. In any case, he had to find something meaningful and valuable to do.

  "Third son, go put the dishes on the stone bench." Shang Bin said.

  Jiang Sanzi's family servant Ding held the vegetable basket and ran to the edge of the martial arts arena, arranged the vegetables neatly, and hid aside with great interest to watch the excitement.

  "Master, try this flying knife." Shang Bin pulled out a bundle of flying knives from his bag and handed one to Su Tang.

  Su Tang caught the flying knife and casually threw it out, the flying knife rotated in the air and shot towards the vegetable pile. Su Tang's aim was not bad, but unfortunately, when he hit the target, the handle was in front and the blade was behind, as a result, the flying knife was bounced out far away and fell to the ground.

  Sang Bin also drew out a flying knife, slightly raised his hand, and the flying knife transformed into a white light, making a loud noise as it firmly nailed itself to the center of the vegetable pile.

  Shang Bin's face was flushed with excitement: "Young master, throwing a flying knife like that is just playing around. A real flying knife requires the use of martial arts techniques, using your wrist and fingertips to propel it forward, striking! Not throwing!"

  After finishing speaking, Sang Bin slowed down his movements and repeated the action of throwing flying knives several times.

  Su Tang nodded and after a moment of contemplation, imitated Shang Bin's actions and shot out flying knives one by one.

  Although Su Tang had already realized that Shang Bin's skills were just small tricks, which could only be used to deceive the servants in the manor, but not enough to impress outsiders, his interest was still very strong, because he liked long-range...

  I can hit you, don't touch me, if I can beat you, I'll fight, if I can't beat you, I'll leave.

  Sangbin was observing from the side, and suddenly found that Su Tang's comprehension ability was very good. He only made a few demonstration actions, corrected once, and then didn't need him anymore. Su Tang's movements became more and more standard, and the flying knives shot onto the vegetable pile were also becoming more and more stable.

  The young master's talent is truly astonishing... Changbin sighed to himself, what a pity, if he had started practicing martial arts from childhood, the young master's achievements might have surpassed those of his father.

  More than half an hour later, Su Tang clapped his hands and smiled: "Is this learned? It's very simple..."

  "Young master, this is just the beginning." Shang Bin was dissatisfied: "There are many variations of martial arts techniques, and a knife can't just be used in one way, there are moves..." As he spoke, Shang Bin grabbed six or seven flying knives, took a deep breath, and suddenly let out a loud roar, shooting all the flying knives out.

  A faintly shimmering cold light condensed into a seemingly ethereal beam, striking the chopping board with precision, as the handles of the knives quivered slightly, forming a neat circle.

  "This is the Seven Stars Shining on the Moon." Chang Bin said, his chest slightly heaving, apparently it was not easy for him to execute this move.

  "Oh..." Su Tang's expression became focused and serious once again.

  In the past, Su Tang was unlearned and untalented, compared to his current diligent practice, he belonged to two extremes. Seeing Su Tang return from his mistakes, Shang Bin felt very relieved, however, as time passed, his mood also went to another extreme.

  By noon, Su Tang had hastily eaten his lunch in the training hall and continued to practice non-stop. As the sun began to set, Shang Bin started to worry.

  "Master, it's time for you to take a rest."

  I'm not tired.

  After waiting for a long time, Shang Bin advised again: "Young master, this is not good for your body... Cultivation should be done in moderation..."

  Shang Bin couldn't help it, and gave Ke'er a signal. Ke'er understood Shang Bin's meaning, turned around and ran out of the martial arts arena. When she came back, she shouted at the gate: "Young master, Zhu'er sister is calling you to go back for dinner."

  "Let her bring over the lunchbox." Su Tang said without turning his head back.

  Shang Bin and Ke Er stared at each other, unsure of what to do. If Su Xiang were still around, they would have dared to use force, but now that Su Tang was the master of the manor, they didn't dare to overstep their bounds.

  Time ticked away bit by bit, and Su Tang was like a robot, repeating the same dull movements over and over again from dawn till now, probably nearly ten thousand times. In fact, he was so focused not because he wanted to fully master the flying knife skills, but because he felt some inexplicable power awakening in his body.

  With one knife in hand, he can clearly judge the impact of wind speed and air resistance on the flying knife, see the subtle displacement of the vegetable stump caused by the collision of the flying knife that ordinary people cannot detect, and even calculate how many more knives to throw before the vegetable stump falls off the stone bench.

  "Master, it's already late, if you keep going on like this, your body won't be able to take it..." Chang Bin couldn't help but speak up again, and Ke'er and Zhu'er behind him also nodded frequently. Zhu'er had received a report from the house servant earlier and was worried, so she came over for dinner and had been waiting here all along.

  "I'm really not tired," Su Tang replied, "if I get tired, I'll just go back to sleep."

  It wasn't long before Sangmin started trying to persuade Soo-tang again, but this time he used a pleading tone: "Young master, it can't be like this... really can't..."

  "Cut it out!" Su Tang said impatiently.

  Those household guards who were invited to the scene were all exhausted, they took turns assisting Su Tang, the dishes fell to the ground, and were put back again, the dishes were almost shattered by the flying knives, and another one was replaced. These are nothing, the most tiring thing is pulling out the flying knives, at first it was okay, but Su Tang's flying knife force became more and more ruthless, the household guards had to use all their strength to pull the flying knives out of the dishes, and big blood blisters appeared on their hands, facing the dishes full of flying knives, the household guards really wanted to cry.

  Some really couldn't hold on, and didn't care about being scolded by Shang Bin, they directly lay down on the martial arts training ground and fell asleep. Fortunately, at this moment, Shang Bin didn't have the heart to bother with them.

  Su Tang was completely unaware of the fatigue, still immersed in the intense practice, as for Shang Bin who wanted to persuade him to rest, had already given up and was staring blankly at him.

  It wasn't until the sky brightened that Su Tang finally let out a long sigh of relief, throwing the flying knife in his hand to the ground. Seeing this action, the few remaining house slaves who were still gritting their teeth and holding on sat down on the ground with a thud. They knew that their hardships had come to an end.

  At this moment, a slightly withered yellow leaf detached from the branch above and floated down. Su Tang paused for a moment, then suddenly bent down and picked up a flying knife. He then threw it out in a very natural motion.

  For a whole day and night, he repeated the projection techniques that Sangbin had taught him, but this time, he returned to his original rashness and randomness, as if more than 20 hours of hard practice had been in vain.

  A flash of white light, the fluttering leaves were shattered by the force contained in the flying knife in an instant. With a loud crash, the flying knife landed on the vegetable pile, and the handle was shaking violently.

  Shang Bin's eyelid twitched suddenly, this move he could also do, the question was, how long had he practiced? And how long had Su Tang practiced?!

  "Off you go." Su Tang chuckled and pinched Ke'er's nose: "Sleeping here, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" After leaving his cultivation state, Su Tang once again became that warm-hearted and kind young master.

  Zhu'er and Ke'er couldn't hold on any longer, but they didn't want to leave either. They had no choice but to ask someone to bring over two deck chairs, thinking of taking a temporary rest, but in the end, they both fell fast asleep.

  Two people opened their eyes at the same time. This was the maid's fate, and it was also their fate. Even if they were extremely tired, they would not sleep through Su Tang's voice.

  "Ah, it's dawn!" Zhu'er hastily got up, she had a lot of things to do, walked out a few steps, and only then remembered what happened yesterday, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Su Tang: "Young Master..."

  "Never mind me." Su Tang lazily waved his hand: "I'm both tired and sleepy, I have to go back and catch up on some sleep."

  When Su Tang admitted that he was tired, Shang Bin and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Su Tang continued to practice, they would have gone crazy.

  Su Tang's figure disappeared at the gate, Shang Bin looked at Zhu Er, and Zhu Er was also looking at Shang Bin. Su Tang had become so diligent and hardworking, they should have been very happy, but they really couldn't get excited.