Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 163 The Sound of the Pipa on the River

Lin Jiang stared at the old woman before him, his eyebrows trembling slightly.

What is it that you want?

"Let it go if you want." The old woman's withered fingers caressed the pipa in her arms. "I hate fighting the most, but what you have in your arms is indeed very useful. If possible, I will give you whatever I have, whether it is silver or treasure."

He paused again:
"Young man, you should think it over carefully. Although there aren't many people looking for that thing, they are all connected to the imperial court and are all experts in this field. If you keep it yourself, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble. If you give it to me, you can get a reward."

"What you said makes a lot of sense."

"Of course."

"But I don't want to give it to you."

The old woman's face showed no change in emotion, as if she had expected this response.

She finally let out a long sigh and began to stroke her pipa again:

"Alas, this old woman truly dislikes fighting."

"As people get older, they should rest earlier," Lin Jiang said with a smile. "It's already so late today, why don't we go back and get a good night's sleep? We'll be fine when we wake up the next morning."

“You’re right. Old people should rest earlier. Fighting with you young people is bad for their health.” The old woman sighed deeply. “It’s a pity. It will definitely take some time tonight.”

Suddenly, his withered hand gripped the neck of the pipa, and the string broke its melody.

The clear, melodious sound waves spread out in an instant, and the flower boat beneath the old woman's feet suddenly expanded.

Strange flower clusters bloomed among the wood grain of the ship's hull, climbing like vines all over the masts and pavilions, and layers of oiled paper hung from the eaves, concealing the flickering candlelight inside the cabin.

In an instant, a large ship appeared out of thin air, playing joyful music.

Guzheng, flute, xiao, and various other instruments that Lin Jiang couldn't even recognize played melodious tunes on the flower boat.

Dozens of slender figures danced to the music, their beautiful light and shadow filtering through the thin silk, turning the mist crimson.

Because of the veil, the woman behind the curtain could not be clearly seen, but even so, her pretty figure was still pleasing to the eye.

"The incense burner burns out, the painted screen is cold; the beaded curtain is half-rolled up, the smoke of sorrow is soft."

The girls sang in unison, their voices so sweet and captivating.

Lin Jiang blinked, and for a moment he felt as if the flower boat had a captivating magic.

His mind was slightly confused, but his heart felt as if it were being gently scratched by a cat's claw.

wrong.

Lin Jiang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

Although he does enjoy looking at pretty people, his emotions shouldn't fluctuate so drastically.

I realize I've been under some kind of spell.

"My boss."

Liu Fangyue's voice came close to my ear:

"This is a method of seduction and harm, the lowest form of seduction, so do not fall for it."

"Then how should we deal with it?"

The message was to prevent me from being mentally affected, but if Lin Jiang wanted to resist, he would have to bring out Brother Zhuzi.

But Brother Zhu and his group were too obvious. He wasn't sure if he could properly deal with the old woman here. He wondered if she also had some kind of transformation technique, or if she could escape with an undetectable escape technique like the Stone Buddha.

If they kill them, that's one thing; if they escape, they're another story.

The more "skills" one uses, the easier it is to be exposed.

Aside from boxing, which is absolutely necessary, it's best to minimize other forms of fighting.

“If I set up an altar in the palace, the master only needs to sing a new song to stop their lowly tunes.”

"Other songs? Anything is fine?"

"whatever."

Lin Jiang held back for a long time.

Perhaps because of the tune the other party was playing, Lin Jiang's mind was filled with all sorts of clichés and there wasn't a single proper song in it.

Finally, he unearthed a melody that he knew very well in his mind:

"We just captured a few demons and subdued a few monsters, how come there are so many evil spirits and monsters!"

His voice was loud and forceful, even a little off-key, but his voice was full of energy. The singing on the flower boat in the distance was soft and gentle, and for a moment it was suppressed by Lin Jiang's music!
The pipa suddenly went off-key, and the old woman's fingers froze on the strings.

His complexion turned slightly pale.

What kind of tune is this barbarian playing?
And listening to these lyrics...

The old woman had a feeling that the young man in front of her was insulting her!
Who are you calling a demon or monster?! You're the demon or monster!

Lin Jiang didn't care what the old woman was thinking. He seized the opportunity, his feet slamming into the water as he charged forward like a bull.

Each step he took created a surge of waves, and after three steps, he split the entire lake in two. The towering water curtain rolled left and right, clearing an unobstructed path for him.

The forceful charge brought the old woman back to her senses. Her eyes sharpened, and her five fingers swept across the pipa strings in rapid succession, transforming the tender, romantic music into a clanging, metallic sound.

Armored and armed military formations materialized in the void, blocking Lin Jiang's path like an iron wall.

These soldiers had lifeless eyes and semi-transparent bodies, yet they seemed to interact with their surroundings. Even when their feet touched the water, they could still create ripples on the calm lake shore.

Among them were even heavily armored cavalrymen riding large horses, standing majestically in the water. If an ordinary person were to see them, they would probably be terrified.

But Linjiang doesn't care about them.

He charged straight into the crowd of people who looked like phantoms.

He sensed a slight resistance.

Then he simply chased after them. Some were knocked into the air and disappeared, while others were simply unable to avoid him and were trampled under his feet, turning into pieces. He continued to charge forward, tearing a gap in the "crowd."

Of course, a few others landed on the ground nearby, rolled around twice, and still managed to get up despite their injuries.

not dead.

Although this method didn't have much effect, it did give the old woman some time to recover.

The piece was played with a few changes.

Her body was lifted up by the calm water ripples, and in the blink of an eye, she was carried to a large ship not far away, appearing directly on the deck of a flower boat not far away.

Seeing Lin Jiang rush out of the crowd and easily tear her magic to pieces, the old woman couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

What a ruthless and brutal brute's methods!
But he clearly used some magic to block his own method just now.

Dual cultivation of martial arts and martial arts?

Such people are rare.

She quickly strummed the strings, and the courtesans on the pleasure boat responded with a song:
"The jade hairpin fell askew, the silver zither's bridge moved slowly, and the song of Yangguan sang three times."

“Her sash was loose, her hair was disheveled, and her drunken eyes slanted at the red railing.”

As the music entered his ears, Lin Jiang suddenly felt as if his thoughts were trapped in a quagmire.

He strained to focus on the flower boat in the distance, and it took him a long time for his thoughts to come together.

I should now break the ship and capture the people.

As this thought struggled to take shape, an even more lingering, seductive melody, accompanied by the exclamation of "how beautiful it is," took hold deep within his consciousness.

I don't know how long these thoughts lingered.

Lin Jiang's thoughts only became clear when a surge of Qi emerged from his dantian and entered his mind.

Coming to his senses, Lin Jiang was shocked to realize that the thought, which should have been fleeting, had lingered for seven or eight breaths. The old woman's melody on the large ship suddenly changed, and the mournful final note shot straight at Lin Jiang's face like an arrow released from a bow.

The final syllable entered Lin Jiang's body directly, traveling back and forth along his meridians, and finally landing in his dantian.

It was blocked by the little golden statue again.

“Master, you were just affected by her spell. She slowed your thoughts down considerably, but I have already activated my altar and can help you stop it to some extent.”

Liu Fangyue's voice reached Lin Jiang's ears, and Lin Jiang was quite surprised to hear it.

There are even such techniques!

It slows down people's thoughts, and naturally their actions also become sluggish.

Without some magical means, it is indeed easy to be directly controlled and unable to move at all.

Looking up, he saw the old woman still standing on the towering bow of the ship. He suddenly took two steps back and exerted force with his feet.

At that very moment, layers of cloud-like mist rose from beneath his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he soared into the air.

The art of traversing clouds and mist!
With his immense power, Lin Jiang unleashed it and, in that instant, it truly seemed as if he were rising on clouds.

The old woman looked up, her eyes wide as she stared at the man "riding the clouds" in the air.

This?
In a vague way, she seemed to recall the immortals she had heard about from some people in the martial arts world.

It arrived as if riding on clouds.

wrong!

The old woman immediately came to her senses.

Because she saw Lin Jiang plummeting down from mid-air, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a meteorite crashing down on her, as he slashed towards the old woman.

Remembering the formidable strength the other party had displayed earlier, the old woman knew she couldn't take this blow head-on, so she reached into her robes and pulled out a wooden ruler.

As Lin Jiang was falling, he suddenly felt his descent slow down considerably, and for a moment he could only watch helplessly as the boat sailed away.

What kind of treasure is this?!

A question flashed through Lin Jiang's mind.

He knew very well that, given his current downward trajectory, it was impossible for him to hit the old woman.

Are you suggesting we take out that axe we confiscated earlier and throw it at that woman's head?
Unconsciously, Lin Jiang's thoughts began to slow down again.

Forget it, thinking about it all this time is pointless.

I am a warrior, a barbarian.

Let's just fight whatever comes our way.

Lin Jiang still remembers that he has a skill that he has never used since he learned it, which is the summer qi among the many qi breaths.

Why not take this opportunity and give it a try!

He immediately gathered his Qi and blew it out, and an invisible heat wave rushed straight towards the ship below.

An indescribable feeling of heat suddenly spread downwards.

The carved railings and vermilion lacquer cracked instantly, and the singing girls emitted distorted groans from their throats. The steam rising from the bottom of the boat distorted the surrounding scenery into eerie ripples.

But all of this is different from the scorching heat of flames; it is a more "uncomfortable" feeling.

The old woman never expected that this person in the sky could use such a strange method. Caught off guard, she was hit in the face by the hot wind.

His face instantly swelled up like a pig's liver, cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his vital energy became disordered.

The old woman tried to mobilize the Qi in her body, but as soon as the Qi reached her joints, it got stuck and became extremely stiff.

Her face suddenly turned pale.

What a powerful technique for controlling chaotic energy!

(End of this chapter)