Rhetoric of social intervention model is equally paramount, if not more, to the pugilistic world than it is to the rest of the world. Why? Because the pugilistic world is rife with cri. In their circle, they must provide an embellished excuse as to why they attacked soone. Around friends, people flaunt their gift of the gab in an attempt to one-up each other.
Not everyone employs words masterfully. Like everything else in life, there are degrees of expertise when it cos to utilising words. So are gifted at word gas. So people are straight forward, such as Hong Jiu. So people do as they please, such as Young Shiyi. So people can’t make use of words to save their life, such as my fourth brother. Lass Yu was an expert at the second type and painfully good at the third type, which was why all of her relatives and Matriarch Zi were worried for her.
Lass Yu’s relatives and shizun taught her how to socialise from the ti she was a kid. Alas, it eluded her. Even though she learnt how to strike up a conversation and get through the trite lines, she was stuck once the conversation advanced beyond that. I rember one of Shaolin’s eminent monks found himself in a quagmire during his chat with Lass Yu, while she still took her ti enjoying her tea. For that reason, besides teaching her about fighting, I also taught her about pleasantries.
“If soone offers to help with sothing you can do?”
Lass Yu: “Let go!”
“What are you, a waiter at a restaurant? Again! What do you do if your subordinate speaks before you do?”
“Listen in for a while.”
“Wrong! Where’s your authority?!” I sat down on the ground, exhausted, and asked, “What if they ask you to do sothing you don’t want to do?”
Lass Yu rolled up her fingers.
“No, no, no, that solves your problem but costs them their life!”
I taught Lass Yu responses to rember off by heart and avoid debates since she’d eventually comprehend the intricacies once she used them long enough; it was the sa principle as learning martial arts, after all.
“In the first scenario, you say, ‘I understand. Thank you for helping.’ In the second scenario, you say, ‘I didn’t say anything. Don’t make a fuss.’ In the third scenario, you tell them, ‘So and so, you are testing .’”
Despite Lass Yu nodding, I didn’t know if she really grasped it or not.
Long Zaitian went on and on, while Lass Yu didn’t seem too interested.
“You haven’t told Master about this yet?” I asked with my eyes squinted.
Without sparing a glance, Long Zaitian responded, “Of course not. You think everyone is as mindless as you are? What’s the repercussion for giving false reports? Who’d report unless he was dead certain his intelligence was correct?”
“Good. Listen up: your intelligence really is fake news. If you report it to Master, you can take those canes, and you can bear the consequences.”
“Huh? Abbess Huofeng’s letter clearly explicated in her letter. Don’t set up.”
“While it’s true that Miss Yu and I are childhood friends who haven’t t in a long ti, and our sects are on good terms… Just know that it’s not happening.”
If people found out about my engagent to Lass Yu, all of my old enemies would start eyeing .
“Serious?” Long Zaitian smirked: “Sister-in-law is mad about your promiscuous lifestyle, I bet. Am I right, Sister-in-law?”
Lass Yu looked my way for help then looked to her feet: “… I’m not your sister-in-law.”
Long Zaitian had trouble believing the supposedly indifferent interim patriarch was acting shy. “Look at her! You’re the kind to boss your wife around, aren’t you?!” Then, he gave Lass Yu a smile and said, “Interim Patriarch Yu, Sister-in-law, he is mindless. You must keep him in line after you get married. Use whips, rods, cudgels and hamrs. If you don’t have enough tools, co see . I will supply you with tools.”
Lass Yu nodded: “This great one understands. Thank you for helping, Brother Long.”
“I don’t think that’s the right response! Why are you using it now after all these years!” my face read.
“This great one didn’t say anything. Don’t make a fuss.”
“You opposing , are you?!”
“Hahaha.” Long Zaitian smacked his thigh and carried on, “Ming Feizhen, t your match, haven’t you? You’ve enjoyed your unrestrained days without Miss Shen for long enough. Interim Patriarch Yu, please do not hold back on him. He needs to be punished thrice daily. One less is one less too many.”
“Brother Long, you are testing this great one.” Lass Yu flashed a proud smile, while I wanted to just break down.
“Long Zaitian, just rember that Miss Yu and I aren’t seriously getting married, okay? I’ll clear up the air with Abbess Huofeng.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m not as senseless as you. By the way, what happened to your mission?”
“What mission?”
“You’re asking now? Didn’t you go search for… Miss Shen?”
Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that!
“Hey!” Long Zaitian leaned closer to to whisper, “Rember to tell her that we’ve been working hard to find her, with having contributed the most.”
The only things you’ve contributed most to are spending my money like a maniac and starting parties! Strictly speaking, the tournant was also my work!
Long Zaitian gazed upward and placed his hands behind his back: “Tell her that, although lots of promiscuous won have been approaching , I’ve refused to spare them ti of the day because they’re rely rocks to . Miss Shen will always be the most vibrant, fresh grass to , the most gorgeous, noble swan, and the most beautiful rose in my eyes.”
“That makes you an ox, a toad and cow manure.”
“Oi! Besides sotis saying sothing worth deliberating and sotis showing so humility, you’re pretty much useless. Have you ever considered entrusting the mission to soone dashing, handso and genius? … Say sothing.”
“Concierge Long.”
“Yes, what it is it Sister-in-law?”
Yu Feiyuan pointed in the direction Ming Feizhen ran off in: “He left a while ago.”
Long Zaitian ran after , shouting, “Rember to tell her! Rose! Rose!”
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