Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 486: Talent Is Not a Shackle

Gu Zhuo followed the sound and looked over.

The little girl with a bun-shaped face looked serious.

"No one dictates that you must do what you are good at, or that not doing it is a waste. Talent is not a shackle, it means more choices, not the only choice."

Gu Zhuo blinked, and then blinked again.

He was quite shaken by this solemn atmosphere. Of course, what truly shook him were those words, as if a hand had untangled the vines wrapped around his heart.

Those vines seemed soft and boneless, yet actually were tightening over the years, and he was almost out of breath.

"I..." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Before he could say anything, Tuanzi, who was pretending to be serious, broke character and playfully stuck her tongue out.

"Were those words wise just now? Was what Miaomiao said cool? Master taught them, you know!"

Gu Zhuo helplessly pinched her cheek.

"Yes, very cool, if you had held on a little longer it would’ve been perfect."

Tuanzi shook her body proudly and then told Gu Zhuo a story.

"A long, long time ago, Master took Miaomiao to visit an elder, who was an elder of a major sect. He had a son who was very talented and suited for martial arts, but loved woodworking instead."

Gu Zhuo’s attention was diverted.

He simply didn’t scrutinize the sect, elder, and so on mentioned by Tuanzi.

The youth didn’t hold the idea of ’I am the world.’ If it’s not something he’s seen, it doesn’t exist. If it’s not something he’s seen, it’s the sole solution. He wasn’t so arrogant to think so highly of himself.

Thus, even if he hadn’t heard of any reclusive masters or secluded mountain sects, he wouldn’t decisively dismiss these possibilities. Perhaps somewhere there really existed a Martial Hero World, far from the bustling city, with its own Jianghu rules, sects, and elders.

"Then..." Gu Zhuo asked curiously, "Did the elder agree to his son’s desire to learn woodworking?"

"Nope."

Tuanzi propped her chin with one hand, her cheek flesh spilling from her palm, "Even if the elder insisted harshly, the young man couldn’t give up on woodworking. He insisted on learning, and secretly apprenticed under an Imperial Wood Carver."

Gu Zhuo felt a bit of admiration for that stranger.

At eighteen, when filling out college applications, he ultimately chose the major that made him suffer for four years under the persuasion of parents and teachers.

"So what happened to him in the end?"

Tuanzi immediately sat up straight, looking serious, "He was expelled from his family and sect."

Gu Zhuo: "..."

"Hehe." Tuanzi revealed a sly smile.

"Actually, when Miaomiao visited the elder, that young man had already become a renowned wood carver in the world. Moreover, he was the Imperial Wood Carver, receiving countless awards every year, half of which were sent back to the sect to aid its development."

When she and Master visited, they happened to see officials helping transport the rewards, flattering the elder for having such an excellent son. Many in the sect were also flattering the elder.

The elder had an ashen face, while others were delighted; the scene was quite amusing.

Afterward, Master secretly told him that a Prince had attempted rebellion, trying to solicit a few elders from that sect. Given the Emperor’s suspicion, he had originally planned to wipe out the sect directly. It was the plea from the Imperial Wood Carver that they only seized those few elders.

Even so, the elder still felt his son wasted his talent, believing his son should’ve become a martial arts legend, competing for the position of Sect Leader.

Upon hearing this, Gu Zhuo began to feel dazed.

Perhaps somewhere in this world, there truly is a Martial Hero World, with various sects.

But a Prince rebelling? Emperor? Was he really hearing some plot from a Martial Arts novel or TV drama?

Tuanzi remained oblivious and continued revealing her slips while talking, "After leaving the sect, Master told Miaomiao that Miaomiao started learning martial arts just for fitness. He didn’t require Miaomiao to become Martial Arts Supreme. Miaomiao can do whatever she wants in the future!"

She gleefully leaned closer to her cousin, counting with her fingers.

"Look, the elder wanted the young man to become a great knight, but he went to be a wood carver, and lived happily. Master doesn’t require Miaomiao to become a heroine, but Miaomiao loves being one, and is happy every day. Understand?"

Gu Zhuo looked at her blinking appearance and suddenly said, "Miaomiao, your eyes are so big."

Clear and bright, like gemstones.

Tuanzi: "?"

"Miaomiao is discussing serious matters with you!"

Tuanzi puffed her cheeks, patting his shoulder hard. Seeing Gu Zhuo’s unchanged expression, she angrily tugged at his cheek, "If cousin weren’t so stubborn, Miaomiao wouldn’t need to say so much. With this time, wouldn’t it be better to eat more food?"

Gu Zhuo deeply agreed and actively offered green bean cake.

Tuanzi’s cheeks puffed up immediately, she chewed contentedly, having forgotten her earlier annoyance.

A light smile crept onto Gu Zhuo’s lips.

He said lightheartedly: "I understand your point now, I know what to do."

Since he made the choice during his undergraduate stage and resolutely pursued his preferred graduate studies, he should set aside the past, dismiss the influence of others.

Talent is not a restriction; it merely offers more choices in one’s life. Once a choice is made, don’t regret it, move forward, and don’t look back. On this matter, he needed to learn from his younger siblings.

Seeing him smile lightly, Tuanzi also began to laugh foolishly, but her excessive joy led to choking.

"Cough cough!"

She jumped on the spot directly, "Cough cough!"

Gu Zhuo reached out to help her diligently.

Finally swallowing that piece of green bean cake, the siblings exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

That day, the sky was clear and blue, and not a cloud was in sight.

Tuanzi, along with two senior brothers and Gu Chi, came to the outskirts.

Nearby was a highway connecting several cities.

Standing in place, gazing afar, the highway divided the undeveloped mountain woods and rural area into two parts.

The group walked toward the mountain woods, chose the background, and prepared to start filming.

The tripod was already set up, and Gu Chi placed the DSLR on it, starting to find the best angle.

After finding the angle, he nodded, and Duan Xiayou and Ji Zhangzhuo began sparring.

This kind of sparring had been repeated many times, and the two ancient individuals originally thought modern people would be bored. Unexpectedly, Gu Chi found Gu Li and started writing various martial arts stories set in ancient or modern times. Through editing and narration, the familiar sparring showed a different charm.

The video’s popularity surged wildly, attracting numerous programs, and the income soared.

In places unbeknownst to the senior brothers, the reputation value also continued to rise.

Blades and swords clashed, Inner Strength pulsed, frightening the nearby mountain birds to flutter away, all captured by the camera.

Tuanzi, holding a small wooden sword, practiced on the side, her head tilting upward upon hearing the sound of wing flapping.

Soon, she noticed something off.

"That’s odd, Senior Brothers should only affect the forest over there, but these birds, didn’t they come from that direction?"

She slowly turned around, looking toward the direction from which a flock of birds flew, listening to the sound, twitching her small ears.

"Someone’s over there!"