项思醒65页ppt下载

“Master, you’re awesome!” Lin Mumu didn’t forget to kiss up him and exaggeratedly gave Professor Lin a few words of praised.

“I must have been blind to accept you, this disappointing disciple. You won’t learn fortune telling, won’t learn acupuncture and moxibustion, still, you persuaded me to expand great efforts for 10 years to teach you a few tricks to defend yourself, yet you can’t even resist to a little attack? And even get yourself bruises?

Just what did I teach you before? En? I’m such a well-known Daoist priest, but having my disciples bullied to this extent, I would be too ashamed to go out in the future!”

Professor Lin angrily lectured his disciple. He wasn’t mad about Lin Mumu causing trouble, rather, what angered him was she let herself be injured by someone.

Lin Tianlang was making tea by the side, and said helplessly: “Master, junior sister is still young.”

“Young, young, young, 18 years old is still young? By the time you were 18 you could already fight alone against a bunch of gangsters!” (TN: He’s ranting, hence the repeat of young, just think about an angry parent’s lecture.)

“Then, should we also let junior sister go give it a try?”

“Try, what try? Asking a girl to do something so barbarous and uncivilized, can’t the both of us still protect a single little girl?”

Tsk, the mouth says one thing while the heart mean another.

The old fellow was really biased to protect this little disciple. When I, Lin Tianlang, was merely ten years old, you already let me witness bloody fights. Why didn’t I see you distressed at the time?

Both the palm and the back of the hand are made of flesh, yet you can’t bear to let the tender side become as rough as the other. (TN: idiom meaning both are his disciples and of equal importance, usually this idiom is used by parents to talk about their children, meaning they can’t favor one over the other.)

“Master’s words are reasonable.” Lin Tianlang and Lin Mumu were simply of complete opposite characters, but they both absolutely didn’t talk back to the old guy.

Lin Tianlang was a good child, but the Daoist priest still couldn’t help being biased towards Lin Mumu.

“You know my words are reasonable, yet you still let your junior sister be bullied?”

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