Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 192 When will the moon be bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens!
When they left the hotel late at night, the three of them had finished nine jars of wine, three jars per person.

When the wine jar was empty, everyone became delirious.

As the shopkeeper had said before, he made no attempt to help them leave.

This is too difficult for them?
Lin Jiang stood in the middle, Gong Xuan leaned to the left and barely managed to stand, while Jiang Jinyue leaned against Lin Jiang, her legs weak.

There was no way around it; both Gong Xuan and Lin Jiang actually knew the art of eating and drinking. Their drunkenness was a state of mind, and they could still control their current physical state.

Jiang Jinyue is different.

She literally drank it all by relying on her stomach.

Even a martial artist can get drunk very easily.

Of the three of them, Jiang Jinyue was the only honest person.

Having drunk too much, Jiang Jinyue had no desire to move. Clinging tightly to Lin Jiang's arm, her tongue was slurred, and she mumbled to Gong Xuan:
"You're already very impressive, reaching the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm in your twenties. I'm thirty-three and I'm only at the fifth level..."

"Captain Jiang advanced to the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm at the age of twenty-six or twenty-seven. He should have broken through to the sixth level long ago, right?"

Jiang Jinyue remained silent for a short while after hearing this:

"I don't want to."

"Don't want to?"

"Master Li always believed that I was the reincarnation of her master, and this idea grew even more rampant as I approached the sixth heaven."

At this moment, Jiang Jinyue also showed signs of restlessness, her neck twisting restlessly from side to side.

She has long hair, and normally she wears two braids to keep it from swaying during combat. However, when she came out today, Jiang Jinyue did not tie her hair up, and her long hair hung down to her waist.

Now that she was drunk, Jiang Jinyue's hair moved wildly as she shook her head.

This was tough on Lin Jiang, as he felt his black hair constantly brushing against his nose, making him want to sneeze.

Especially since she had drunk too much tonight, the restlessness that should have been on her hair was completely enveloped by the smell of alcohol. Forget about the feminine softness anymore, Lin Jiang felt as if there was a living wine vat following him around.

“I am Jiang Jinyue, not Li Jinyue. Although my adoptive mother treated me very well, I am who I am. I am not some reincarnation!”

Jiang Jinyue shouted loudly, then, as if she were getting tired again, she leaned against Lin Jiang.

"Lin Jiang, Gong Xuan has already reached the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm before he's even thirty. How old are you now? You must be quite old, right?"

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment:

I should be nineteen this year.

"Nineteen? You're kidding me! With this level of cultivation at nineteen, every cultivator in the world should slit their own throats."

“My situation is a bit special.”

"I don't believe it, I definitely don't believe it."

After hearing Lin Jiang say that, Gong Xuan chimed in, saying something in support of Lin Jiang:
"What Young Master Lin said is true."

Jiang Jinyue stared intently at Gong Xuan, then shook her head again:

"You two must have had too much to drink. That's why you say things like that. I've met some people in the capital who love to drink, and when they're drunk, they're just like you two. At first, they start saying how great they are, then they start talking nonsense about national affairs, then they say that if they hadn't done anything in the first half of their lives, they would have had a better life, and in the end, they just lie on the table and cry."

As Jiang Jinyue finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly realize that the situation of Gong Xuan and Lin Jiang in front of her was not exactly the same as what she had described, but she still stubbornly shook her head:

"It's all because of the alcohol! Your composure is hardly that of someone in their twenties."

What does that look like?

"He's like a madman." Jiang Jinyue chuckled foolishly.

Lin Jiang: "...Thank you for the compliment."

At this point, Lin Jiang also sighed:
"Maybe I really am in my thirties."

"You're still lying. It's unrealistic for someone in their thirties to be able to perform star-pointing! I've never heard of anyone in their thirties being able to do it!"

"I don't have any stars! I only have the Second Heaven!"

"The second layer of heaven can freeze half a small lake? I don't believe it!"

Lin Jiang could only sigh helplessly.

Nobody believes the truth.

Gong Xuan, standing to the side, spoke up, interrupting Jiang Jinyue and Lin Jiang, who were joking around:

"Young master, I've had a question for a while now: which fortune teller predicted my fate? If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't be able to figure it out."

"Strangely enough, it was just a chance encounter in the streets of the capital..."

Lin Jiang recounted the whole story, and after hearing it, Gong Xuan pondered for a long time with a solemn expression.

Even when drunk, his mind was still relatively clear:

"Either he is an extraordinary person in the capital with unparalleled physiognomy skills, who can see through fate just by looking at the lines on his palm, but there is no reason for such a master to come and help me."

Gong Xuan paused slightly at this point:

"Or it could be my junior sister. She knows me inside and out, and must have been observing me in secret for a long time to deduce that something was wrong with me recently."

"Didn't they say your junior sister always wanted to kill you? Why would she do something like this?"

"I still can't figure her out. She's become incredibly skilled at deception and trickery, always speaking in a half-truth, half-lies. Not to deceive, but to extract benefits from the gaps in her words. Perhaps this time she's trying to sow discord between us, tricking me into traveling alone so she can make her move."

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment after hearing these words:
"Do I really intend to take your life? Or is this a well-intentioned rescue?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Gong Xuan firmly denied it: "I've been stuck at the sixth level for twenty years, but I've been fighting her for more than twenty years. I can sense it; if she really had the chance, she would definitely kill me. This feeling is definitely not wrong." "Didn't you say before that you didn't want to kill your fellow disciples?"

“That was my thought when I was young, but later, too many people died at the hands of my junior sister. Good people, bad people, young people, old people, she killed too many people, I think... she deserved to die.”

"I see." Lin Jiang nodded. "Then it would indeed be better to kill her."

"really."

"You must take good care of yourself after you return this time." Lin Jiang rarely straightened his expression. "I know you are eager to achieve the Star Pointing, but you can't be rash. I can visit a few Star Pointing masters when I get back, which is better than you blindly stumbling around."

Gong Xuan's face, already flushed from drinking, turned even redder.

"I understand."

"You really know?"

"I really understand."

Lin Jiang's expression finally relaxed:

"With your stubborn temper, Boss Guo in the capital who takes money to do things, and Master Liang whom I know well, aren't they both powerful masters? Asking them to help you would be like harming you."

"The path of others cannot ultimately be applied to oneself."

"In my opinion, you still don't understand things thoroughly. Ultimately, you have to try things to know if they will work."

Gong Xuan was speechless and abruptly changed the subject:

"Didn't you tell me before that you were going to teach me a piece of music?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and said:
"There is indeed a piece of music."

"Sing it for us."

Lin Jiang's mind first flashed through several classic songs containing the word "moon," but in the end, it settled on that poem.

Following the tune from memory, he sang:

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace."

"I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers, where the cold is unbearable at such heights. Dancing with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the human world?"

Gong Xuan and Jiang Jinyue were clearly mesmerized upon hearing this piece of music.

When Lin Jiang sang the line "People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon has its phases of waxing and waning," Gong Xuan's lips trembled even more.

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Gong Xuan chewed on the word twice, and tears still welled up in his eyes.

Although it may not perfectly capture my current mood, what does it matter to Gongxuan?
"Young master, did you write the lyrics yourself?"

“No, it’s not.” Lin Jiang shook his head. “It’s a poem written by a great writer I know.”

He did know this great man, but this great man did not know him.

"Young master, please sing it two more times."

Lin Jiang sang it twice more.

The melody of this song is relatively simple. After humming it twice, Gong Xuan and Jiang Jinyue roughly grasped how to sing it.

Then it became Lin Jiang leading the singing, with the other two singing along. Under the moonlight, the three of them danced back and forth, singing their hearts out in the street, even going off-key.

Towards the end of the song, it disturbed so much that someone on the street opened their window and angrily cursed:
"Where did this lunatic come from? Sing your mother's song!"

They even took out the firewood they had chopped during the day and threw it at the three of them.

The three, caught up in their singing, paid no attention to anything else and took advantage of the moonlight to hide and run through the streets.

Gongxuan had drunk a lot and walked slowly, so Lin Jiang simply lifted Gongxuan up and, taking advantage of the moonlight, ran further and further away without stopping for a moment.

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

Lin Jiang was also looking at the moon when he suddenly remembered his hometown. He laughed and sang out the tune.

The lingering notes were broken up in the long wind, and blurry ripples appeared on the edge of the moon. Perhaps it was the summer's charm that dampened the vision.

……

Amidst the moon's shadow on the stone wall, a frosty-white fox shadow lowered its eyes, its gaze fixed intently on the street.

Three mad figures were running and laughing wildly down the street, their noises causing dogs to bark and babies to cry throughout the city, startling all the constables out of their homes.

"Senior brother, you've really met a group of good people."

The fox sighed softly, then silently leaped down the stone wall. Its snow-white figure swept across the blue bricks, and with a few bounds, it headed towards the group of wandering swordsmen gathered outside the city.

The group of people, dressed in coarse cloth and short jackets, exuded an air of authority. The woman in the lead, with her long, dark eyebrows, possessed a fierce aura that made her beautiful face appear even more ruthless.

"You're back? Didn't you bring your senior brother with you?"

“My senior brother met some good families, and things didn’t go as I wished.”

I then told you that your idea was not very reliable.

"It didn't take long, let's keep going." The fox turned around and transformed into the appearance of a female Taoist: "We have to be extra careful when we go to those ruins this time, no one knows what's there."

"Don't worry about that." The cold-faced woman casually waved her hand, and a small handful of bright red flowers appeared directly in her palm.
"Miss Jiang gave me half of the flowers from her garden. No matter what happens, we can handle it."

(End of this chapter)