3.Chapter 3 Better bully a white man than bully a young man into poverty.3
After a moment of hesitation on Mu Bai's face.
"Dong dong dong..."
He knocked lightly on the wooden door in front of him three times, feeling uneasy in his heart. He couldn't imagine what his father would look like if he knew that he failed the test again this time.
A steady sound of footsteps came from inside the door, and the wooden door was opened, revealing a tall middle-aged man.
This man held a huge hammer in his hand and wore a rough leather vest. His dark skin was covered with beads of sweat as big as peas. He had messy long black hair, and his facial features seemed to be made of
His face is as clear as if carved with a knife. There are a pair of sharp eyes under his thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge and thick lips. From his slightly weathered face, it can be seen that he must have been extremely handsome in his youth. He is a wooden
Bai's father, Mu Wu.
Mu Wu frowned slightly, glanced at Mu Bai's pale face, and said calmly: "Let's talk after we come in."
Mu Bai trembled, slowly raised his head, and looked at Mu Wu's back as he turned around and entered the house. His pupils shrank slightly, as if he was a little scared. He clenched his hands into fists and mustered up the courage to follow Mu Wu into the house.
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"Failed again?" Mu Wu sat on the bench in the hall, seemingly casually asked Mu Bai who walked up to him, then picked up a bottle of liquor from the table beside him and took a big gulp.
"...Hmm." Mubai responded in a very low voice, almost inaudible.
Mu Wu suddenly sighed softly and said: "Bai'er, you should stay at home and learn blacksmithing with me next year instead of going to the academy. You don't have that talent."
A strong sense of loss came from Mu Bai's heart. His face became even paler, and his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he said: "Why... why? I work harder than others! Why can't I learn it for eight years?
Awaken the fighting spirit in your body? Dad! I don’t want to just be a blacksmith when I grow up, I want to be a spirit fighting master! This is my dream!”
"Don't talk to me about dreams, I've already given up on that!" Mu Wu continued to drink a large sip of strong wine, his eyes shifted to the black hammer on the table, and he said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "No.
Do you think I like being a blacksmith who is born to be a blacksmith, with a humble status, hard work, dirty work, and tiredness?" At this point, Mu Wu became a little excited, "But our Mu family has been blessed by the gods.
Due to the curse, you have been destined to be unable to become a soul fighting master from the moment you were born. You have studied in the academy for eight years. Since you cannot succeed, why can't you just obey the destiny?"