What? Zhang San's behavior is questionable?
A nine-year-old child was actually brainwashed, and the means were extremely sinister. How can he call himself master?
Zhang San said, anyone who has such doubts, they all have problematic thinking.
Zhang San continued, first of all, everyone must understand what a "master" is.
A so-called "master" is supposed to teach their students what they think is the best and most correct thing, which is also actually the best and most correct thing, right?
So, let's ask:
First, aren't all the top masters in the Jianghu, from the distant former Black Sect Leader "Yu Xiansi", to the present Black Heavenly Gate Leader 'Qiu Cangren', all bachelors?
Even if it was just one, now the strongest bosses of two generations of the black way are all single!
Doesn't this prove that being single and having high martial arts skills have some mysterious connection? Or why wouldn't these two powerful masters get married if getting married was so good?
Second, being an assassin and getting married is very risky. After all, Grey Lion is a minority case. Aren't all the famous assassins on the killer leaderboard, such as Top of Heaven Rank Song Tianxing, Top of Earth List First Hei Shanhu, and Top of Human List First Zhang San, still bachelors?
Doesn't this prove that all famous top assassins believe being single is an occupational requirement?
Third, if the above still cannot prove the relationship between top masters and being single, then please go and read what the number one martial arts writer 'Mr. Jin' wrote about the unparalleled top master in the world with the double surname "Dugu". Isn't he also single?
Although we have been saying that martial arts stories and reality are opposite, sometimes we need to see the essence through the surface, and see the author's heart through the story.
Although Mr. Jin wrote about many married top masters, even the strongest one he wrote about, that Dugu top master, without talking about how lonely he was as a person, even his name was lonely to the extreme!
Doesn't this prove that even well-read writers and authors deep down believe that true unparalleled top masters have something to do with being single?
So in summary, even logically, peerless martial arts and being single don't seem to have anything in common, but in reality and in theory, they do have a relationship!
Zhang San even wanted to say to all the single men in the Jianghu, if you are not married and have no intention of getting married, then hurry to buy secret manuals from beggars, because you already have the qualifications to become unparalleled top masters, just lacking a top-grade martial arts secret manual like the Palm of the Arhat.
Therefore, as a master, teaching one’s own idea of the best gender perception, as well as, actually a necessary condition for an unparalleled top master, to one’s disciple...
Is Zhang San wrong?
Is there anything wrong with the logic?
No.
So if you think someone's logical behavior is problematic, such as Zhang San brainwashing Wang Xiaoer.
Please don't criticize Zhang San subjectively.
Maybe the real situation is just that your logic can't keep up with Zhang San's logic.
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A few days after Wang Xiaoer promised Zhang San that he would never mention getting married again that night, Zhang San told all the mountain bandits as well as Wang Xiaoer that he was going to set off!
Although the actual situation was that Zhang San had already figured out the next stop three days ago, but considering Wang Xiaoer's transformation plan at that time, and it would be best for Wang Xiaoer to practice his silver needle skills more, so he postponed it for a few days.
Of course, the bandits would not know this, so when they learned that the "master and apprentice" were finally leaving that day, all the bandits in the stockade... cried.
At that time, Wang Xiaoer and Zhang San stood on the hillside, looking at the group of bandits who were crying and laughing from time to time. Wang Xiaoer worriedly said, "Master, did I poison them too many times and make them silly?"
Zhang San gently touched Wang Xiaoer's head and smiled, "How could that be? They may just be reluctant to part with you. After all, they don't know at all that you were the one who poisoned them, but the one who saved them is undoubtedly you.”
Wang Xiaoer looked at the crying bandit leader.
The nine-year-old Wang Xiaoer suddenly realized, and said, I see.
But in a moment, Wang Xiaoer asked again, "Then why do they laugh after crying?"
Zhang San said matter-of-factly, "Because you cured them, of course they have to laugh."
It was so matter-of-fact with no loopholes.
Wang Xiaoer looked at the laughing bandit A, with an I see expression.
That morning, after checking the cart and luggage, Zhang San came to the gate of the mountain village.
In an open space, a group of bandits with tears stood saying goodbye to Wang Xiaoer.
But the bandits were not in good condition.
For example, bandit A was wrapped in bandages, extremely pale, mainly because Wang Xiaoer was not skilled enough when needling him and pierced his artery, so...alas!
And bandit B, for example, had an ashen face and was mentally exhausted. Although he was cured three times by Wang Xiaoer, it still left scars on his mind. With no psychologists nowadays, so...alas!
But anyway.
The bandits firmly believed that as long as the little monster in front of them leaves as soon as possible, they would recover!
So even though the bandit leader who might have blocked meridians in his left leg for a couple of months because Wang Xiaoer punctured the wrong acupoint a few days ago, he still came to Wang Xiaoer with a crutch, with tears in his eyes.
The bandit leader held Wang Xiaoer's hand with tears and said, "Boy, now that you're leaving, uncle is too poor to give you anything. I can only wish you a good journey."
However, the bandit leader's inner monologue was: Damn you little melon! Get lost if you don’t want me to fight you to death!
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoer was moved to tears and pleaded guilty to the bandit leader, "Bandit uncle, you are too good to me, but actually...you were all poisoned by me! I did this to practice my silver needle skills."
The bandit leader showed a "shocked" look, with acting skills as good as Zhang San's.
The bandit leader trembled and said "incredulously," "How...how is this possible!"
However, the bandit leader's inner monologue was: Damn I knew it was you little melon! Did you think we were idiots? If not for your master being there, we would have fought you long ago!
Wang Xiaoer cried and took out two books from his arms and handed them to the bandit leader.
This time, the bandit leader was really stunned and asked, "Little mel...oh no, boy, this is..."
Wang Xiaoer wiped his tears and said, "Bandit uncle, this is the Iron Sand Palm manual, and a medical book. My master said although you are our fellows in the underground world, your martial arts skills are unbelievably poor. So I thought, in order for you to become good bandits in the future, and also to apologize, I’ll leave these two books for you."
The bandit leader couldn't help but feel...
Damn pissed off while somehow a bit moved at the same time!?
This time, the bandit leader didn't have any inner monologue and said, "Well...thanks."
Wang Xiaoer smiled and said, "It’s nothing, actually bandit uncle, I also had difficulties in using you guys for experiments."
The bandit leader was stunned. You had difficulties?
Wang Xiaoer explained, "Actually before coming to you, I met a chivalrous person, of course, very different from your lousy martial arts skills. That chivalrous person was formidable and handsome, unfortunately he was seriously injured and even my master couldn't save him. So I vowed not only to learn good martial arts but also good medical skills."
The bandit leader secretly thought: Do you have to mention our lousy martial arts every time you open your mouth! But...if that's the case, it doesn't seem this little melon is that nasty after all.
At the gate of the village, Zhang San shouted.
Wang Xiaoer said to the bandit leader, "My master is calling me. I have to go now, bandit uncle. Read the books and practice slowly."
The bandit leader looked at the secret manuals in his hands.
Iron Sand Palm is a famous palm technique in the Jianghu, and although the manuals can be purchased, the price is not affordable for ordinary martial artists.
Although the torture he had suffered these days was worth the palm technique manual, somehow, the bandit leader called out to stop Wang Xiaoer.
"My boy, don't go yet. I have something to give you."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."