I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 62 Corpse Transformation
Although Wang Qiao's son is young, he is very thoughtful.

Despite the devastation of his parents' death, he quickly recovered. As the only male in the Wang family, he naturally shouldered the responsibilities of life.

Putting his grandmother and sister aside, Wang Liang, who still looked childish, already had a hint of old age.

"There are no outsiders here. I sincerely ask you again, sir, did my father really die in an accident?"

Xu Qing was a little surprised. He thought that Wang Qiao's old mother might come to ask about this matter, but he didn't expect that it was Wang's youngest son who came.

"Your father waited day and night at the port to find a miracle doctor who could cure tuberculosis. To earn money for his treatment, he worked as a porter and hauled goods whenever he had time."

"Your father's death was due to bad luck and cannot be reversed by human power."

Xu Qing took out the autopsy results issued by the government office's coroner's office and the eyewitness testimony recorded by the constable at the port, which dispelled Wang Liang's concerns.

"I understand. Thank you sir for moving my father's bones. I will always remember this kindness in my heart and will never forget it." As Wang Liang spoke, he took out a purse, which contained silver and money that the Wang family had pieced together. Although the amount was not much, it was not a small sum for an ordinary village household.

Xu Qing waved his hand to refuse.

"I'm willing to move your father's coffin because I'm going to the provincial capital to take the exam. It's just a matter of convenience, so it's nothing."

"As for this money, if you want to be the head of a family and establish yourself, you must have money in your pocket."

As soon as Xu Qing finished speaking, the young man's face changed, and then he knelt down in front of him with a plop.

"Sir, I would like to use this money as a gift. I beg you to accept me as your disciple and teach me your skills."

Looking at the young man kneeling on the ground and presenting the bundle of money with both hands, Xu Qing was puzzled, wondering what was going on.
"Don't worship me. How can I teach you? I am just an ordinary scholar after all."

"Sir, please don't be so modest. Just now, when you were moving the coffins for my parents' burial, no one in the village was willing to help. I saw with my own eyes that you lifted the coffins with your own strength, and you did it with ease. I dare to guess that you must be a martial artist with astonishing physical strength."

"I've been studying for a few years now, but I know I'm too dull to pass the imperial examinations. Now my parents have passed away, and if I don't have any skills, I'm afraid my entire family will be wiped out. If that happens, I'll be letting my parents down, but I'm afraid it will be hard on my grandmother and my little sister."

Seeing Wang Liang's clear speech and lucid mind, Xu Qing couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Both parents are dead, there is a younger sister at home, and the teenager is extremely mature and decisive. This is the configuration.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a template for the protagonist.

What is even more commendable is that Wang Liang, at such a young age, is willing to be shameless and kneel down to ask for education, and not for himself, but for the sake of the elderly and children in his family. If nothing unexpected happens, such a character will surely lead to great achievements in the future.

Xu Qing pondered for a long time, letting Wang Liang kneel down and unable to get up. After a while, he finally spoke: "I am used to being alone and don't like to take in disciples. If you really want to learn skills, I can teach you some self-defense skills. As for how far you can go in the future, it all depends on your own luck."

After saying that, he asked Wang Liang to come in front of him and began to measure his bones with his palm as a ruler.

Xu Qingchao has gone through the internal training of many martial artists. Although his understanding of the martial arts is not as thorough as that of the martial arts masters who run martial arts schools, he is more than capable of guiding someone into the martial arts.

"Turn your back and relax your body."

To measure the root bones, we need to look at the person's waist, shoulders, neck, hips, as well as the spinal fascia.

Xu Qing took a quick look and saw that Wang Liang had a thick neck and broad shoulders, and his arms were plump and long, making him suitable for practicing bow, sword, boxing, or palm techniques.

While thinking, he stretched out one hand to cover Wang Liang's shoulder, and the other hand reached out to the other's spine.

"Bear with it."

As Xu Qing's hands moved, Wang Liang groaned and clenched his teeth. Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Xu Qing was surprised. If it were an ordinary person, let alone a boy of twelve or thirteen, even a strong man would not be able to withstand the pain of touching bones and stretching tendons.

This kid has some backbone.

After feeling the muscles and bones, Xu Qing fetched a pen and paper and, using his newly acquired painting skills, he sketched out the training methods for the Dragon Seal and Tiger Fist and the key points of the Light Body Technique, accompanying them with some textual annotations. Besides the Dragon Seal and Tiger Fist, he spent another hour explaining to Wang Liang the important points to keep in mind when transitioning from external training to internal training.

The young man had a high level of understanding of martial arts, and after Xu Qing explained it once, he already remembered it by heart.

"I don't know Master's name yet."

"I've already said that I don't accept disciples. As for the name, it's not worth mentioning."

Hearing this, Wang Liang looked lonely for a moment, but was replaced by determination the next moment.

"The kindness you have shown me is like the rebirth of a parent. I will never forget it. Even if you do not wish to leave your name, I will still remember your kindness."

After saying this, Wang Liang bowed deeply to him.

Xu Qing didn't care. These were just small episodes during the journey. He was just a passer-by at most and would never stop because of them.

Later, dark clouds gathered and a spring thunder startled countless raindrops.

Wang Liang's eyes were full of hope, and he wanted to ask Xu Qing to stay for another night.

Xu Qing did not stop, but took the raincoat given by Wang's little sister. He smiled and touched the little girl's head.

The little girl, about seven or eight years old, had swollen eyes and blisters in her nose, but she had already begun to accept the life of relying on her brother and grandmother.

Xu Qing put on his straw raincoat, and before leaving, he took out a few powerful pills and some blood-boosting pills from the map of mountains and rivers and threw them to Wang Liang, hoping that he could really protect his family in the future.

In the misty rain, Xu Qing, wearing a brown straw raincoat, sat in the front room of the carriage, letting the horse go along the official road.

The sky gradually darkened, the rain in front of us seemed to be getting heavier, and the thunder above our heads was becoming more and more terrifying.

Pedestrians on the official road turned into a small path on the side. Xu Qing leaned over to ask and found out that there was a small temple on the other side of the path where they could take shelter from the rain and rest.

Seeing that the scholars who were rushing to take the exam and the traveling merchants had all turned into the small road, Xu Qing had not yet made a decision when he heard a thunderclap in the sky, which frightened him so much that his heart felt weak.

In secular nature, most common thunders are extremely hard and yang, and are extremely unfriendly to evil and sinister things. As a zombie, Xu Qing does not want to leave the crowd and face the power of thunder alone.

In a small temple in the wilderness, a bonfire is rising.

Xu Qing took off his straw raincoat and put it aside to dry. The scholars who were taking the exams and all kinds of people from the martial arts world gathered together and chatted.

All they talked about were the spring examinations and some stories from the martial arts world.

On the way, a well-traveled storyteller took advantage of the campfire to tell stories about gods and ghosts.

Some self-righteous scholars would occasionally make comments, saying that the words did not express the meaning well and were a bit vulgar, but once the story started, they would hold their breath and concentrate, completely forgetting about finding fault.

The bonfire crackled, and when the storyteller finished one story, everyone urged him to tell another, but he refused no matter what.

"I want to save my voice and continue my lecture in the capital. If you are free then, you can come to the teahouse to find me."

The storyteller here remained silent, but a fair-faced young man who was taking an exam came up as a substitute in the crowd and told another strange legend.

This story is called Corpse Transformation.

"It is said that there is an old man in Yangxin County who lives in Caidian Village."

(End of this chapter)