Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 57 The Grandson is Extraordinary

Lin Jiang began learning skills from the three Zeng brothers.

They didn't study in the Lin family compound, but went out of the city and found an open space.

It was quiet, and no one was bothering us.

Chen Dajiang brought some servants to guard the area, but the three Zeng brothers didn't seem to care much.

Skills cannot be learned in a superficial way; they must be learned one by one. Among these skills, Lin Jiangxin first learned observation.

The so-called "observation" refers to observing the mind and the flow of Qi. Once you master this, you can roughly tell whether a person has a strong aura of malevolence and whether they are hostile towards you.

Most sects with a bit of reputation know this technique, and even the constables of the local government in big cities know it.

The ability of Officer Guo to detect whether someone is lying is the prototype of this technique.

"Such a useful trick, wouldn't it be vulnerable to sneak attacks?" Lin Jiang asked curiously.

With such tactics, a trap like the Feast at Hongmen can't be set up.

“Every skill in the world has its counter. Unless one is born with the ability to see and studies it diligently, many skills can be avoided by the ability to see,” Zeng Mu explained. “Those with strong Qi can conceal their abilities, making it impossible for others to see their thoughts and movements; there are also those who specialize in hiding skills, which can hide their aura and the surrounding people, making them completely undetectable. Even deception can fool the ability to see.”

Lin Jiang was greatly surprised.

Now he finally understands what Gongxuan meant when he said that all methods under heaven can lead to the Dao.

Dodging and deceiving are skills, and these skills require expertise.

According to this logic, wouldn't there be corresponding methods for cheating, deception, and theft?
If someone were to repair all of these, that would be incredibly damaging.

"I will teach you the method of circulating internal energy. Follow me and learn."

Zeng Mu's explanation was much clearer than Chen Dajiang's, and Lin Jiang picked it up quickly, mastering the basics in no time.

Following Zeng Mu's instructions, he adjusted his breathing and focused his internal energy into his eyes, causing his pupils to brighten instantly.

It seemed to radiate light.

Zeng Mu watched this scene and laughed:

"Young Master Lin is truly gifted. You succeeded on your first try. However, you are still not proficient. You used too much force, and your eyes are shining like lanterns, making you too easy to be discovered. In the future, you should proceed slowly. This technique emphasizes 'concealment.' If you are directly discovered, the effect will be greatly reduced."

Lin Jiang nodded and looked at the three Zeng brothers in front of him.

He could clearly see the color patches on the three people's bodies, and the shimmering colors made Lin Jiang almost unable to open his eyes.

"Young Master Lin, what do you see? Is it a faint aura above our heads?" Zeng Mu continued to ask with a smile.

Lin Jiang blinked.

Is…is that so?
What I heard was completely different from what I saw!

“Red represents evil and enemies; black represents death and disaster; in addition, each color corresponds to a property, which I can teach you one by one.” Zeng Mu summoned Zeng Yan: “Zeng Yan, demonstrate to Young Master Lin how to use deception to conceal yourself.”

Zeng Yan nodded.

He stared intently at Lin Jiang, who could clearly see that the red patch on Zeng Yan's body was getting bigger and bigger, like a sharp spear pointing at him.

“Young Master Lin, if I were hostile towards you now, there would be a red flag pointing at you.”

Lin Jiang nodded.

Zeng Yan paused, and his expression softened immediately:
"Let me calm down for a bit. I have to maintain hostility while also lying. It's a little tiring."

Although he said that, the red light emanating from his body did not diminish.

Lin Jiang waited patiently, and after a while, Zeng Yan suddenly laughed:

“Young Master Lin, I lied to you just now, and I still harbor hostility towards you.”

Lin Jiang: "?"

He glanced at Zeng Yan, whose sharpness remained unchanged and whose red color had not changed at all, and then at the confident Zeng Yan.

Was that "let me catch my breath" just a scam?
After thinking for a moment, Lin Jiang clapped his hands very readily:

"awesome!"

Lin Jiang finally understood that the methods he had learned were somewhat different from those they had taught.

Perhaps Zeng Yan's deception could indeed conceal his hostility, but it was useless against Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang didn't intend to ask the Zeng brothers about this matter in detail; he'd rather research it himself first.

"Next, I will teach Young Master Lin how to control his gaze. Your eyes are really dazzling; I feel that if you exert any more force, two beams of light could shoot out from them."

……

The pageboy picked a flower from the ground; its petals were crooked and red, with thin stripes connecting them in the middle.

He smiled and said to the children beside him:

"This flower is called Lycoris radiata. Its shell is delicious and many people like it. It's also very pretty. I have a few here. You can take them home."

The children were drawn to the red flower in his hand, and they reached out and took it, laughing and joking.

They laughed and dispersed, heading home.

The pageboy sat under the blue stone for a while longer, until the sun was high in the sky, then he got up, intending to leave. Suddenly, the pageboy turned his head and looked into the distance.

An old man dressed in tattered clothes but wearing a luxurious overcoat walked over.

He was holding a flower in his hand, the same one that the page had given to the children earlier.

The old man looked at the pageboy and cursed:
"You're really disgusting, using a child as a means to spread disease."

"The elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled are most susceptible to illness. It's the way of nature, a natural cycle, and a perfectly normal thing."

The pageboy also stood up, bowed to the old man, and then smiled and said:
"You managed to steal the flowers this time, but this is the third batch I've sent out. You're still too late."

"It's not too late." The old man twirled the flower in his fingertip, and the flower instantly transformed into a hard dart as sharp as steel. "As long as I can kill you, it's never too late."

"As expected, you still can't stand it. If you had another helper, you would have been able to kill me with ease, but they came too slowly. By the time they arrived, all the nearby villages and towns would be wiped out. You definitely can't stand it."

The pageboy slowly took out a book made of bamboo from the book bag behind his back and tapped it in his hand:

"But in your current state, it's rather unseemly for you to want to fight me."

"Sweet talk, you're all young and inexperienced, what kind of skills do you have?" The old man also lifted his coat.

Beneath the clothes glittered with treasures—some hooked, some bladed, some pointed, some like pearls, some like bottles—a vast collection of treasures stacked together, densely packed, and it was a mystery how they were crammed in there.

The pageboy stared at the old man, then suddenly smiled:
“I know what you’re up to. You think the baby won’t get sick, so you’re planning to use the baby against me. That’s a good idea.”

"But..."

"Babies can get sick."

The old man frowned upon hearing this.

He immediately looked down at the creations in his arms.

A soft cough came from beneath his sleeve.

……

The three Zeng brothers sat beside a large blue stone, drinking wine and picking up braised meat with chopsticks.

After a few drinks, Zeng Mu said:
"What do you think of this young master Lin?"

“Very intelligent, he learns many things quickly after being taught.” Zeng Wendao said.

All three brothers agreed on this point.

Their methods are neither particularly difficult nor particularly simple. They all possess a certain amount of Qi within their bodies, and once they master the techniques, they can operate them freely within a few weeks.

Lin Jiang mastered two moves in just five or six days. For the first three days, he learned how to conceal the light in his eyes, so that his eyes no longer looked like light bulbs. For the last three days, he practiced eavesdropping.

Zeng Yan, who had not yet taught Lin Jiang, remained silent for a while before saying:
"It's weird."

"How is that strange?"

"You two should be able to tell that he is quite skilled, and the Qi he uses is powerful and vigorous. He is definitely not a rough and clumsy newcomer."

"Didn't he already reveal his skill level by seeing through the old man's overcoat?"

“But he knows very little about various skills,” Zeng said. “While our skills aren’t exactly common, they are still fairly well-known techniques. Why doesn’t he know them?”

The wine lost its flavor, and I didn't want to eat braised meat anymore. These words do make sense, but they can easily ruin one's mood.

"We should keep a close eye on things. The old man is carefree, but we can't be like that. Right now, the world is about to descend into chaos. The general is in charge of the north, and the prime minister is in charge of the west. The capital city appears peaceful on the surface, but it's actually in complete chaos. I'm afraid this young master Lin was sent by another force."

Zeng Yan said that the other two also nodded in agreement.

Just then, a startled bird cried out in the air. Zeng Mu raised his hand, and a bird landed on his arm.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the bird was carrying a red flower in its beak, each petal extremely fine.

After opening the letter beneath the bird's feet and reading it carefully, Zeng Mu's face suddenly turned grim:

"The old man is trapped; his illness has spread!"

"where?"

"To the south, we have to keep heading south."

The three of them immediately got up and began packing their luggage.

Is there still time to stay here?

But as soon as he moved, the bird in Zeng Mu's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

He watched the bird fly by.

Only then did they realize that the bird was dead.

Even the hair on its back had withered.

It's obvious that he's been dead for a long time.

So how did it fly over here?
"Cough cough."

Zeng Mu covered his mouth and coughed.

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(End of this chapter)