Zhao Changhe suppressed the ripple for a moment, lowered his head, and also drank the lotus seed soup: "Master, I will not bow down... why do I remember that you also avoided this matter before? Why do you not care now?"
"Martial Arts is different from the literati arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting..." Tang Wanju said softly, "In terms of Martial Arts, taking you as my disciple would be presumptuous, and I am not qualified... But for music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, it is harmless. Why are you unwilling?"
"I used to call Tang Buqi my great nephew, and now suddenly we are of the same generation. I am not happy."
Seeing Tang Wanju's suddenly widened eyes, Zhao Changhe suddenly realized it and quickly rectified: "No, I was just taking a verbal advantage, not wanting to be his uncle... After becoming a disciple, even verbal advantages are gone, and I am younger than him, having to call him brother, oh..."
Bao Qin tilted his head.
