Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 147 I Want to Be a Hero, I Don't Want to Study Painting

Liang Huashan poured tea for Lin Jiang and Xiaoshan.

The tea-brewing process was elegant and graceful, but Lin Jiang found it complicated.

It involves grinding and sweeping, and while these steps are numerous and seem very elaborate, they also possess a unique and elegant charm.

Finally, after a short while, Liang Huashan pushed the already ground tea towards the two of them.

Please enjoy.

Lin Jiang tasted the tea brewed by Liang Huashan.

The tea soup is refreshing and fragrant as it goes down the throat.

It is many times better than the tribute tea that Manager Guo claims to have.

Xiao Shanshen was also curious, so she moved closer to the cup, opened her mouth, and took a couple of sips.

But his brows immediately furrowed.

Just like before, she couldn't taste anything at all; these things were just water once they entered her stomach.

dislike.

When Lin Jiang put down his teacup, he noticed that Liang Huashan's gaze remained fixed on Xiao Shanshen's face.

"It's...it really does resemble her style from back then."

Liang Huashan lightly wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve.

He cried again.

Lin Jiang also bent down and stared at the small ginseng.

The features of Xiaoshan Shen were drawn with just a few strokes, and Lin Jiang felt that he could draw them even if he picked up a brush.

What makes this similarity?
Annoyed by being stared at, Little Ginseng opened its mouth and bit Lin Jiang's nose.

"Hey! Why are you biting people's noses?"

"Bite it! Bite it!" Little Ginseng mumbled, refusing to let go even though he couldn't bite through it.

After chewing for a while, the little ginseng finally sat back down, reluctantly saying:

"sorry."

After saying that, he turned around, sat cross-legged with his back to everyone, and even the corner of his clothes exuded a stuffy feeling.

Lin Jiang chuckled.

The little one is probably still angry because I forced her to come here.

They still remembered to apologize.

He truly deserves to be called a great hero.

He then turned to look at Liang Huashan:

"I wonder what the connection is between Mr. Liang and Master Ye?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Huashan sighed deeply:

"When I was young, I traveled around to study. Fortunately, I met the Fairy of Painting and was taught by her for several years. I was just a nominal disciple."

When Liang Huashan said this, his voice was filled with admiration.

He suddenly bent down to look Xiaoshan Shen in the eye, revealing a kind smile:

"May I ask you, Divine Herb, what did she look like when she dotted your eyes back then?"

Xiao Shanshen rested his chin on his hand and thought for a long time:
"I don't remember it very clearly. I only vaguely remember that after she finished painting my face, she took me all over the green mountains. All the mountains and rivers made way for her, and that's when I realized how amazing she was."

After a pause, the young ginseng added:
"She seemed to say something before she left, but I can't remember it. If I could find her and ask her, do you know where she is?"

A rare hint of anticipation appeared in Xiaoshanshen's eyes.

Unfortunately, when Liang Huashan heard these words, he could only lower his head sadly and sigh.
"If we could find it, why wait until today? It's just a pity..."

As Liang Huashan spoke, he made a grasping motion from the side, and layers of ink-colored ripples emanated from his palm.

A moment later, a painting appeared in his palm.

He treasured it, carefully opened it, and laid it flat on the table.

The little ginseng looked down and saw:
"It's her! Yes, it's her!"

Lin Jiang also looked over.

The woman in the painting is wearing a blue dress and seems to be strolling through a sea of ​​flowers.

She was exceptionally beautiful, on a completely different level from others. Her features were gentle and serene, and her every stroll seemed to bring a touch of brilliance to the world.

“When the Iron Cavalry passed by, I was still young and could do nothing. I could only watch helplessly as she faced the enemy alone. After her death, I devoted myself to cultivation. I felt that she must have a way to be resurrected. But if my lifespan was not long enough and I died, I would never be able to see her again. That is why I broke through and became the Star Point.”

Liang Huashan stroked the painting before him, his eyes filled with lingering affection:

“I have painted landscapes and depicted her face, but I still feel that there are still some details missing in her features. I always thought that one day my painting would come to life and that Master Ye could step out of it and return to the world. Unfortunately, after waiting for so many years, I can only fulfill this wish in my dreams every day.”

The lifespan of the Dianxing is inherently long, and Liang Huashan is currently the most senior among the Dianxing in the public eye.

Lin Jiang simply hadn't expected that this master of the Star Pointing technique would be so troubled by these matters.

Both Liang Huashan and Li Xinguang were troubled by their "master".

Most of their thoughts are also preoccupied with it.

There are always those who witness a breathtaking moment in their youth that they can never forget.

After calming himself down for a while, Liang Huashan looked eagerly at the small ginseng:
"Would you be willing to cultivate with me, Divine Herb? Since you have received Master Ye's blessing, you can be considered a disciple of her lineage. If you follow me, I will naturally lead you to the peak of the Great Dao."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Shanshen first turned his head to look at Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang smiled and said to Xiao Shanshen, "Just do what you feel is right."

Now that his cultivation is stable, he doesn't really need Xiaoshan Shen to make ginseng soup for him anymore.

If Xiaoshan Shen really has his own plans, then Lin Jiang can't stop him.

only……

Personally, Lin Jiang naturally hoped that the ginseng would stay with him.

Xiao Shanshen tugged at the tassel on her clothes. After thinking for a while, she asked, "You teach people to fight?" "No," Liang Huashan said patiently. "I teach the art of painting, using brush and ink to depict the world and all living beings, and to capture the spirit of all things."

Little Ginseng shook his head, stepped back, and gripped Lin Jiang's fingers tightly:
"I don't understand very well. I want to be a hero. I want to learn kung fu. I'm not following you."

“A martial artist…” Liang Huashan chuckled and looked at Lin Jiang, who also said helplessly:
"This little guy found a picture book about a great hero on the mountain. He looked at it every day and asked me to read the annotations. He was very fascinated by it."

Liang Huashan pondered for a moment:
"Really not going to learn?"

"I don't really want to learn..."

"Drawing is a lot of fun."

Xiao Shanshen turned his head to look at Lin Jiang, and after holding back for a while, whispered in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz:
"I want to stay with Lin Jiang."

Liang Huashan clapped his hands and sighed.

"In that case, you don't need to follow me. Just spend some time each day studying calligraphy and painting at my residence."

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Shanshen finally lowered his voice and asked softly, "Is drawing really that fun?"

"very funny."

“Then I can give it a try,” said Xiao Shanshen, “but I can’t take too long.”

"it is good."

Countless scholars and literati in the capital sought to learn from Liang Huashan. Although Liang Huashan treated them fairly well, he had never accepted any disciples. Some stubborn ones even knelt in front of his door for a long time, just to become his disciples, but he was still unmoved.

At this moment, he's actually chasing after a little ginseng to teach him.

If those who want to become disciples heard this, they would probably cry their hearts out.

After the matter was settled, Liang Huashan became even more enthusiastic:

"Since you have inherited Master Ye's connection, Shencao Jun is also my junior. I am very happy to meet you today. I often go to a restaurant in the city. Why don't you invite Shencao Jun and this young master to go together?"

"But I can't taste the saltiness..." Little Ginseng muttered, then turned to look at Lin Jiang: "You eat more for me."

Lin Jiang smiled and patted the leaves on the top of the ginseng's head.

"Can't taste it? It must be that Master Ye forgot to draw the tongue coating." Liang Huashan thought for a moment, "Wait a moment."

After saying that, he picked up a brush and lightly touched the inkstone next to him.

"Please, Divine Herb Lord, open your mouth."

The little ginseng didn't understand, but it still opened its mouth.

Liang Huashan gently touched the ginseng's mouth, and the ginseng smacked its lips.
"That's weird."

Liang Huashan pushed the celadon cup closer:

"Why don't you try some?"

Xiao Shanshen scratched her head, but still pulled the cup closer to herself. Then, holding the cup like a big bowl, she poured the contents into her mouth.

After taking only two sips, Little Ginseng put down the cup in surprise:

"Hey! How strange! What is this? I can't tell."

“That’s called flavor,” Liang Huashan said with a smile.

"Taste? This is what tastes like? How strange, how strange."

Little Ginseng started pacing back and forth, head down, saying, "Lin Jiang, Lin Jiang! I can taste it! I can tell it's tea!"

"Looks like there'll be one more person competing with me for food from now on." Lin Jiang laughed as he picked up the small ginseng: "You can taste the ginseng now!"

"Put me down! Put me down!"

The little ginseng was calling out there.

When Lin Jiang put the ginseng back on the table, the ginseng bit him viciously again.

After opening its mouth, it spat twice to the side:
"You don't taste good! You taste like a stone!"

"You couldn't bite me, could you?"

Having gained the ability to taste, one can naturally enjoy fine food and banquets. Since Liang Huashan's family does not employ a top-notch chef, it is naturally better to eat out.

They then summoned the butler and left with Lin Jiang and the other man.

Lin Jiang also saw the guard who had greeted him earlier. The guard, who hadn't shown much expression before, almost popped his eyes out of their sockets after seeing his master being so hospitable to the two visitors.

Normally, those who come to visit my master are all high-ranking officials and nobles. I have never seen such a warm welcome before.

Who is this person?
……

The restaurant Liang Huashan chose was the famous "Tianfanglou" in the capital, where all the best chefs in the city gathered, and they could easily prepare both southern stews and northern roasts.

Kyoto restaurants are divided into three categories: the first is those that are lavish and full of food and drink; the second is those that are expensive and luxurious; and the third is those that are skilled in cooking and leave a lingering fragrance on the palate. Tianfanglou is the king of the three categories.

In the past, palace maids would often carry food boxes in and out, bringing delicious food to the nobles in the palace many times.

The main reason is that the imperial dishes prepared by the imperial chefs in the palace were more symbolic than practical. Many dishes were often served cold, just for the sake of good luck and to make them look nice, and the taste was only so-so.

It's definitely better than what ordinary people eat at home, but it's certainly not as delicious as what you get in a restaurant.

The three-story wooden building of Tianfanglou is like a stacked steamer, with the ground floor boiling like a cauldron. Official silver coins flow on the tables, and hundreds of delicacies are served in bowls. Anyone with a craving can enter this floor to eat and drink.

On the second floor, in the warm chambers, merchants and playboys each closed their doors, some discussing business, others simply seeking pleasure; who could know?
The unique third-floor cloud platform soars into the sky, with its eight vermilion railings offering panoramic views of the capital's misty rain.

Liang Huashan rented the third floor.

The first floor was bustling with activity. Many people spotted Liang Huashan and whispered among themselves, but no one dared to approach him. Only a few familiar faces smiled at the master of star-pointing, and Liang Huashan responded with a smile.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, Lin Jiang felt several gazes directed at him.

He subconsciously turned his head to look in that direction, only to find an ordinary-looking table.

Sitting at the table were a scholar and a female Taoist priest, a very unusual combination.

The scholar held his wine cup in mid-air, his gaze fixed on Lin Jiang's clothes like a hook.

Lin Jiang was a little confused.

Who is this person?

(End of this chapter)