Chapter 708: Chapter 708: If I Lose, You Can Deal with as You Please
(Second update)
Seeing Luo Ziling insult his grandfather, Gu Changwei was so furious he almost jumped up, ready to fight to the death with Luo Ziling.
“Luo, you’re way too arrogant,” Gu Changwei lost a bit of his rationale, pointing at Luo Ziling with a finger, and furiously yelled, “How dare you co here to insult us, believe it or not, I’ll have you thrown out and beaten senseless? Soone, get this ignorant fool out of here!”
Outside, a chorus of agreents was heard, and several n dressed in black surged in.
“Out,” Gu Jian’an grew even angrier and uttered in a low voice, then turned to Gu Changwei and barked, “Shut your mouth!”
Gu Changwei, not expecting his grandfather to be even angrier, hurriedly closed his mouth.
The n in black who had entered also promptly retreated.
Gu Jian’an quickly regained his composure, but the fury in his eyes intensified. He stared unwaveringly at Luo Ziling. “But what if you lose?”
“I’ll leave myself to Old Sir Gu’s disposal—kill or flay as you wish, not to ntion anything else,” Luo Ziling almost didn’t need to think before he proposed his terms, “I believe, Sir Gu should be satisfied with this, right?”
“Fine, you’ve agreed to it yourself,” Gu Jian’an didn’t ask further, but readily accepted Luo Ziling’s terms, “Words are no proof, let’s put it in writing to avoid disputes later.”
“Sure, I’ll write it,” Luo Ziling agreed even more readily, “I think Sir Gu certainly doesn’t believe my writing is better than the characters on that plaque of yours, so I’ll make a fool of myself this once and let everyone see whose writing truly stands out. Another thing, my writing is all taught by my grandfather, and my grandfather is excellent in every aspect, including calligraphy and dical skills.”
From the series of reactions by Gu Jian’an, Luo Ziling had already discerned that this old man must have had so disputes and entanglents with Sir Luo; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so agitated. Since he had conflicts with Sir Luo, it was only fitting for him to take this small act of retribution on behalf of his grandfather, giving his grandfather so face.
Another thing, from Gu Jian’an’s reaction, Luo Ziling sensed that this old man must not be very generous in spirit; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so easily provoked. Displaying a plaque at the entrance of his dical clinic boasting “Number one under heaven” also spoke volus about Gu Jian’an’s pettiness. One thing Luo Ziling was clear about was that, to truly excel in traditional dicine, one must possess a broad and receptive mind, along with a good temper, the determination to diligently study, and the courage to learn from others, rather than resting on one’s laurels, thinking too highly of oneself.
Given Gu Jian’an’s character, Luo Ziling did not believe that his dical achievents could surpass those of his grandfather. Therefore, he also believed that he could defeat Gu Jian’an in their acupuncture skill.
Luo Ziling vividly rembered his grandfather saying on nurous occasions that in acupuncture, his aptitude was extrely high, and in so aspects, even his grandfather was no match for him.
After arriving at Yanjing, the results of treating many people were also exceptional. Luo Ziling’s confidence naturally skyrocketed, so he was not afraid of Gu Jian’an at all. Even when facing the old man’s furious questioning, he spoke with great conviction.
This attitude of his, of course, terrified Wu Hongwei and Wang Tongshan who accompanied him. They couldn’t have imagined that things would escalate to this, and they felt they might be swept up in the ss. But both knew that the matter wouldn’t be so simple; the dispute between Gu Jian’an and Luo Ziling wasn’t just a simple comparison of acupuncture skills—it must involve the grudges of the older generation, or Gu Jian’an wouldn’t keep referring to Sir Luo like that.
Luo Ziling’s ancestors must have been great dical experts; this was already beyond any doubt, as could be felt from Gu Jian’an’s words.
Both families were in conflict, and Wang Tongshan and Wu Hongwei were certainly interested in why there was a dispute, but they would definitely not inquire; they were now only worried that things might get out of hand. So, they quickly stepped forward to persuade Gu Jian’an and Luo Ziling to calm down, to avoid any disputes driven by personal pride, lest they hurt the harmony among them, but Gu Jian’an and Luo Ziling paid them no heed.
As soon as he heard Luo Ziling offer to show everyone his handwriting, Gu Jian’an imdiately ordered Gu Changwei to prepare pen and ink, to let Luo Ziling write down the conditions of the challenge he had just spoken of, in front of everyone.
Although Gu Changwei hated Luo Ziling to death in his heart, he ultimately obeyed and went to fetch the pen and ink.
Seeing Luo Ziling getting ready to write, Yang Qingyin, who had been silent so far, also stood up, ready to watch Luo Ziling write.
Even though Yang Qingyin was quite tall among won and had bought a pair of shoes with hidden heels on the road, compared with the group of n, she was still a bit shorter. Moreover, her body exuded a natural fragrance that was intoxicating, so Gu Changwei, standing close to her, couldn’t help but start to wonder again.
However, Gu Changwei did not regard Yang Qingyin as a woman; he just considered her to be a rather effeminate man. If she had a special relationship with Luo Ziling, then she would be the one playing the female role.
The majority of n, who liked won, were in the majority, but many n liked n—especially those who looked like won or were even more beautiful than won—these n were even more desirable.
When Gu Changwei first saw Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin together, he thought that Luo Ziling was a man who liked n, and he shared similar preferences. He also liked this beautiful “man,” Yang Qingyin, very much. Therefore, after preparing the pen and ink for Luo Ziling, he naturally stood next to Yang Qingyin, wanting to take a closer look at this very beautiful “man” and get to know her a little better.
But Yang Qingyin gave him no such chance. When Gu Changwei approached her, she moved disdainfully to the other side of Luo Ziling, using Luo Ziling as a shield to avoid Gu Changwei.
Gu Changwei felt the coolness in Yang Qingyin’s inadvertent actions and couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed.
At that mont, Luo Ziling was already ready to start writing. Gu Changwei could only stand in place, eager to see just what Luo Ziling’s handwriting would be like.
Gu Changwei was also a calligraphy enthusiast. In fact, those involved in industries related to traditional culture were interested in the four arts: zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting. He prided himself on his good handwriting and often wrote and gave it away to others. He didn’t think Luo Ziling’s handwriting would be much better than his, and so he wanted to see Luo Ziling make a fool of himself. But what he didn’t expect was that Luo Ziling, without much emotional preparation, wrote words that flowed like the clouds and water, instantly stunning him. “This is too unscientific,” was what Gu Changwei thought after seeing the conditions of the challenge written down with such vitality by Luo Ziling.
Gu Jian’an, who stood there with a look of disdain, as well as the other two, Wang Tongshan and Wu Hongwei, were all shocked to see the beautiful and unbelievable cursive script Luo Ziling had written. Setting everything else aside, just Luo Ziling’s handwriting alone had stunned them.
They all recognized his master style, Gu Jian’an included, not to ntion Wang Tongshan and Wu Hongwei.
The only one who wasn’t surprised was the proudly-standing Yang Qingyin. She had seen Luo Ziling’s writing several tis and knew the level of his calligraphy, so for him to produce such work today was no surprise to her. Her face exhibited nothing but pride and smugness.
Yet, no one imagined that at this mont, Luo Ziling would utter another sentence that nearly made the Gu grandfather and grandson choke with anger.
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