Chapter 34.2: A Gorgeous Performance

Shen Lang recited the words written on book carefully. "The fifth chapter of the Golden Manual Instructions is of ethics and rites… see that you are famous. Some feelings you have to squint when in a normal place. Expressed feelings must be avoided. Tolerate your aunt, your brothers, and ancestors. Can lifelong blood be cut off? There is no sadness in peace, no sorrow in the temple…."

Note: The article is a borrowed pa.s.sage from Yan Family's Instructions.

Shen Lang precisely recited the fifth chapter of the book word by word without error.

The Count, Countess, and Jin Mulan looked on in awe-inspiring bafflement. They could hardly believe what they heard.

How can it be… possible?

The Count did not believe it. He thought Shen Lang was a lucky fellow. He turned over the pages again. "Chapter sixteen… recite it in its entirety."

Shen Lang nodded. "Two religions, one internal and external gradually acc.u.mulate into different depths… Five kinds of prohibitions were set at the beginning of the internal code: righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith all accorded with them… The benevolent are forbidden to kill, the righteous forbidden to steal, the ritualistic forbidden to sin, the wise forbidden to drink, believers forbidden…"

Three minutes later…

Shen Lang recited the book precisely once more, each word p.r.o.nounced left without any slight errors nor mistakes.

The three others gasped.

What evil possessed the Count's son-in-law? Shen Lang recited the chapters he'd call out successfully in succession.

Later, the Count refused to let Shen Lang recite a specific pa.s.sage in the chapter but to read it all in its entirety. Shen Lang did what was told of him. He recited it loud and clear.

Unbelievable…

He recalled back to the times when the Count's father and grandfather would use the tactic, the one he used on Shen Lang, many times over and over again to plant the pa.s.sages of the book in his mind.

He loathed it, loathed it deep within his bones when he was going.

He had troubles reciting them, but Shen Lang? He was reciting them with ease. Soon as his voice fell, Shen Lang hardly needed to recall the pa.s.sage. He'd go on and mouth the words instantly.

This was not reciting. No, this was a book solely written for him.

At the end of the recitation, Shen Lang also interpreted the meaning of the Dao and expressed his inner feelings thereafter.

Not a word was misspelled, not even the rhythm, and not even the slightest delay and hesitation.

A perfect performance!

The three masters of the Count's Palace was shocked. They blinked over and over again, unable to close them.

This… this is amazing!

But… this is not in line with common sense.

When the Count was still a youth, he had to study martial arts on top of reciting the thick book. He'd have to study two to three hours daily before managing to recite the Golden Manual Training book. And moreover, it took him over a month!

Jin Mulan, she's a talented woman. It took her twenty-three days.

And… and Shen Lang only spent one night to memorize a total of 50,000 words.

This… this is shocking!

Jin Mulan stared at Shen Lang's face carefully.

Is this really my husband? What of his legendary low intelligence?

To the side stood the Countess with her lips parted slightly. She was shocked, but she soon recovered.

It's great news!

"My son is really good!" The Countess stressed the word 'son' and looked at Shen Lang with tender love. "He behaves so well and he does not lose face for his mother."

Then, she looked at the count and solemnly said, "Husband, I won twenty-nine times."

What twenty-nine times?

Shen Lang and Jin Mulan raised their brows curiously.

Father and mother are really eccentric, Jin Mulan thought.

The Count's face turned red and waved his hands. "Well, wife, can you take Mulan out? I have something to say to Shen Lang."

Suddenly, the Countess' face turned from gleeful happiness to one of boiling anger. She headed out of the door.

"Where are you going, wife?" Count Jin asked.

"To beat my son, that stupid pig!"

Somewhere… the fat son felt his a chilly aura…

I've made no mistakes today! I won't suffer any disasters!