"My master is very knowledgeable, he will teach me to read." Xiaosi wasn't in a rush, and his normally cold and indifferent tone grew more obstinate, giving everyone a headache.
Lin Ping'er tugged at Bai Yihong's sleeve, whispering, "Dear, speak kindly to the child, let's persuade him more."
Bai Yihong sighed repeatedly, thinking of Xiao Si's background and stubbornness, made him feel more certain that Xiaosi should not practice martial arts.
The next day, Xiaosi brought his master to the Bai family yard, the same person he had mentioned before, Xuan Jizi.
Xuan Jizi's hair and beard were all white, probably around his sixties. But his face was ruddy, his eyes were bright, and he walked very steadily, clearly a healthy old man.
"Father, mother, this is my master Xuan Jizi." Xiaosi introduced him to the family.