Chapter 92: The Disappointing Secret Recipe

  After reading through this bamboo slip, Ju An thought that at least this volume must not be leaked out, and he was prepared to die in this space. As for the juice of the big tree mentioned in the space, which can prevent corruption by crushing out a colorless and tasteless water, the materials of the bamboo slips and small houses in the space had all been coated with this juice, which can also explain why the houses and bamboo slips in the space did not have any signs of rot. The book also mentions that according to Mozi's observation, one day in the space is equivalent to about a month outside. As for the things in this space, they are very simple, such as the small house with only one bed and a small table, which can fully reflect Mozi's frugal ideas. Ju An could understand why Mozi made great contributions to mathematics, physics, and mechanical manufacturing, but also proposed the idea of believing in ghosts and gods, probably because he had obtained this pearl.

  According to what I learned from Baidu, Mozi was also the ancestor of the wandering knights, which is the predecessor of the underworld. It's estimated that whatever Tiandihui or Qingtonghui might have originated from Mozi, and many famous wandering knights in the early Han Dynasty were actually disciples of Mohism. The Mohist school was a highly organized group with strict discipline, with the highest leader being called "Juzi" and the rest being called "Mozhe". These Mozhe had to absolutely obey Juzi's leadership, even if it meant going through boiling water or walking into fire, never looking back. This is really cool! I guess this was equivalent to a mafia organization during the Warring States period? No, that can't be said, using the mafia to describe the Mohists would be an insult to them. The Mohists were recognized by society at the time and received visits from many monarchs, which is not something that the mafia could compare to.

  He asked Da Niang about Mozi's unique swordsmanship and combat skills, and it turned out to be a martial arts manual! For someone who grew up reading Jin Yong's novels, this was incredibly enticing. For the next period of time, he was excitedly immersed in these bamboo scrolls, translating them to see if there were any extraordinary martial arts techniques, such as flying on rooftops or crossing rivers with a single reed. When the time came, he could use these skills to impress girls, which would be even more impressive than a Ferrari! If all else failed, he could at least win an Olympic gold medal.

  It's okay, there were only a few bamboo slips, and I translated the first two sentences, but they didn't seem right. If you're at peace, you'll find the next bamboo slip, and with great effort, you won't be disappointed. After searching through several bamboo slips, I finally found one that recorded Mozi's swordsmanship and combat techniques. I was overjoyed, tears streaming down my face. My brother didn't get killed by his enemies, nor did he have to endure the pain of avenging his father's death or the sorrow of losing his wife. He didn't even get knocked into a mountain cave, but in the end, he still got his hands on the martial arts manual. Next, I'll focus all my energy on translating the legendary Du Gu Swordsmanship and Jiu Yang Divine Skill.

  Until the time to set off back to the country, not much had been translated, according to what was translated, Ju An also inferred that it wasn't the kind of unparalleled divine skill he had imagined in his heart. On the lake shore, with a push of his palm, the lake immediately erupted like buried explosives, shooting out several water columns. This sword technique and hand-to-hand combat emphasize strength, speed, and bravery, emphasizing one sword coming from the west, never looking back. According to Ju An's understanding, it was extremely fierce and powerful, hmm this momentum is a bit similar to that of the Nine Suns Divine Skill.

  The internal skill and mental method are not about holding onto the dantian, circulating qi, or the nine palaces and eight meridians. It's just a breathing method that accompanies the technical skills of combat. And you're making it sound like some sort of secret manual, but it's not even professional - no diagrams or charts, just text. I'm thinking to myself, if I were to do it, I'd at least have a dozen or so diagrams, and whether you understand them or not, the scene would be completely different. What about sinking qi into the dantian, circulating qi through this palace and that hole, and then forcing it out of the body to harm people in an invisible way? It's just like those monks I saw online - a fat-headed monk stands in the middle, draws a circle with his hand, and the surrounding monks immediately fall down. Although the video made me cringe, at least the routine was correct. As for why it felt fake, that's just because of unprofessional photography, but it didn't affect those bald donkeys' ability to deceive the masses.

  The peerless martial arts had not been fully translated yet when Jasmine called, it turned out that the time to return home had arrived.

  "Okay, let's meet directly at the airport this afternoon. My family can just send me over then." Moli's sweet voice came from the other end of the phone.

  "Alright, let's just meet at the airport then. I'll have someone drive me there anyway."

  Then the two of them chatted for a few sentences before hanging up the phone. After hanging up, Ju An suddenly remembered to contact Wang Fan. After calling him, the two brothers confirmed the time again. Ju An also mentioned that this time there was a foreigner who would follow along, but he was going on vacation and asked Wang Fan to accompany him for two days as a tour guide.

  On the other end of the phone, Wang Fan said: "No way, you can keep this great opportunity for yourself. I was wondering why you're so stupid. I already have a girlfriend and I'm not interested in other women. You can accompany her yourself. Once I arrive in the capital, I'll go see my grandfather and won't have time to be your tour guide. Besides, I'll directly attend Old Five's wedding."

  "How would I know what's fun in the capital, and foreigners aren't thinking that way either, they're just here to tour, why do you always think of weird things?" said Ju An with a complaint.

  Wang Fan replied disdainfully, "I won't get involved with you guys. Anyway, when I arrive in the capital, I'll make myself scarce. Whether you succeed or not, I'm not going to be a third wheel. Can't you change your ways a bit? Being too passive will get you nowhere. Haven't you heard that time can breed affection? If not, then just think about it yourself. Besides, this time when I go back, I also need to discuss something with the old man, so I really don't have time. Just take care of the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, and Tiananmen Square by yourself, that's all. See you in San Francisco this afternoon." With that, Wang Fan hung up the phone.

  She picked up the phone and cooed twice, then threw it on the bed, put away the bamboo slips and other things in her space, and brought out Wu Song and Teddy, who had been mixed up in the space for several days. After tidying up her clothes, she drove her GMC to the town, saying that she was going to buy some food. After all, she couldn't take Wu Song and Teddy back to their country. Of course, fruits could be taken directly from her space, but Teddy, with his big belly, wasn't just satisfied with eating fruit. This guy loved meat the most, and now not only had his small body grown a lot bigger, but he also had more fat on him, making him even fluffier. His whole bear face was almost round, and he didn't eat raw meat anymore, preferring to eat cooked food instead. Every day, she had to stew a pot of meat for this guy on the stove, and whatever was cheapest was Teddy's menu. And Teddy's small teeth were sharp too, crunching through bones with a loud crackle.

  Went to the town, turned around and got almost a whole pig back, then packed several baskets of fruit from the space as food for Teddy and Wu Song for this period of time. In the afternoon, Lao Thomas sent Teddy and Wu Song, two little guys, with Nancy, and then took Ju An to the airport.

  When they arrived at the airport, Jasmine was already there, accompanied by a big fat foreigner who looked over 50 years old. When he saw Ju An and Thomas approaching, he enthusiastically greeted Thomas.

  Then he looked at Ju An and said, "You're An, right? I'm Mate. Thanks for showing Mo Li around. By the way, can you dance tap or street dance?"

  "Hello! Mate, I'm really not cut out for dancing, even a social dance is a struggle for me," said Jūān with embarrassment.

  Matt listened and nodded seemingly pleased, "I don't like that kind of dance either. A big man waving his arms and kicking his feet wildly, if we were young and a man danced like that, there was only one reason - another man was holding a gun to his foot." He even mimicked the action with his hands and feet.

  Thomas chuckled at the side interface and said, "Matt, don't worry about Molly, An is a good kid, he can do many things by himself, such as repairing fences and changing tires."

  Matt looked at Ju An and said, "Oh! I like you, kid. For the next period of time, help me keep an eye on Molly a bit. I've had enough of those idiots with chains around their necks and pants that are about to fall off."

  Jasmine said to Matt on the side, "Dad, I just happened to follow An on a trip." After finishing, she turned around and said to An, "Sorry, my dad is like this. Every boy I know has to be scared off once."

  "It's okay, it can be understood."

  As Jing'an and Molly started boarding, Thomas and Matt turned back. Molly complained that Matt always thought of her as a little kid. Jing'an thought to herself that perhaps in the eyes of parents from any country, children never grow up, this is the pitiful nature of all parents.

  When Ju An arrived at San Francisco Airport, Wang Fan had already arrived and introduced each other. They chatted for over half an hour until it was almost time to check in. The three of them got up and entered the gate. To be honest, Ju An still liked the white sofa in the airport's waiting lounge. As soon as he sat down, his whole body sank into it, and there was even a foldable small tea table next to him, which was very interesting.

  Got on the plane, not too many people, three of us found our seats and fell asleep as soon as we sat down. No way, these two days of translation have consumed a lot of energy and time for me, and now that I've stopped, I'm feeling a bit sleepy. Just thinking about taking a nap, then heard the broadcast say the flight is delayed, and one of the flight attendants hasn't even arrived yet, damn it, this is really lacking in sense of time.