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Jin Shuai muttered to himself, "Tch, you old man are quite vengeful, taking such a small thing so seriously. But it's easy to explain." So, he cleared his throat and said, "Look, your surname is Zhuang, and you're quite old, so calling you 'old' is perfectly appropriate. Besides, when you teach students, you always take the lead, which is like being a leader, isn't it? And the character 'zi' is an ancient honorific for learned and virtuous people, like 'Master.' Put all these together, and it's just 'Old Man Zhuang'..." By the end, Jin Shuai himself felt a little embarrassed and could only manage an unnatural smile to cover it up.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Xuejiu burst into laughter after hearing this explanation: "Hahaha, very good, very good! This is the first time I've heard such a unique way of explaining things. You're truly quick-witted. Would you be willing to become this old man's last disciple?"

"I'm sure you'll agree," Zhuang Xuejiu asked expectantly, his gaze fixed on Jin Shuai, as if he already knew he would agree.

But to everyone's surprise, Jin Shuai answered without hesitation, "I don't want to," his tone firm and resolute.

Zhuang Xuejiu's smile froze instantly, and he asked in astonishment, "Why?" He was clearly very surprised and puzzled by Jin Shuai's refusal. The people around them also cast curious glances, wanting to know how Jin Shuai would answer.

"First of all, you can't teach me! Secondly, if I really become your disciple, how should I address my future father-in-law? Wouldn't that be a difference in generation?" Jin Shuai said with a smile and a relaxed tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Xuejiu was slightly taken aback, then stroked his beard and slowly said, "Oh? In that case, I hadn't considered it thoroughly before. But what makes you so sure that I can't teach you?" He stared intently at Jin Shuai, seemingly trying to find a flaw in the other's expression and words.

Jin Shuai, still smiling, replied calmly, "Grandpa, since you are so confident, why not try to explain the true meaning of reading in one sentence? If your answer convinces me, then I will willingly become your disciple."

At this moment, Old Master Jin, who had been sitting silently to the side, couldn't help but speak up and scold, "Xi-ge'er, how dare you be so rude! How can you speak to the scholar so presumptuously! Quickly apologize to the scholar!"

However, Zhuang Xuejiu waved his hand, indicating that Old Master Jin need not be angry, and then said in a gentle voice, "Master Jin, please do not blame Xi Ge'er. It is only natural that he has doubts in his heart. As for the question he raised, I have been immersed in this field for many years, and my understanding of reading is that the purpose of reading and learning is to open one's mind, broaden one's eyes, and benefit one's actions."

Jin Shuai looked bewildered, inwardly groaning. He really hadn't studied classical Chinese well! Even worse, he'd forgotten most of what he'd learned before. He frowned, racking his brains for a while before finally managing to grasp the general meaning of the sentence. It meant that people should work tirelessly and diligently to study and explore knowledge in order to broaden their minds and horizons, so that they could navigate the long journey of life more smoothly and successfully.