Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 244 National Preceptor
Before coming, Lin Jiang had imagined what the Imperial Preceptor would look like many times.

For cultivators with sufficiently high spiritual attainment, physical appearance is of little use.

A prime example is Mr. Guo.

Despite his advanced age, he chose to maintain the appearance of a young man. Lin Jiang didn't know why he did this, but it meant that Dianxing truly possessed this ability.

Can……

Would any star ever shave their head?

Moreover, it's a star in the Ninth Heaven.

Lin Jiang knew it wasn't good to stare at someone's forehead, but he couldn't control his gaze. His eyes darted around a few times, but eventually landed on the Grand Preceptor's head.

It was so bright that Lin Jiang's eyes even hurt a little.

Under normal circumstances, his body could withstand a knife to the eyes without any problem, but now he's squinting because of the bald head.

Is this also a skill of the Nine Heavens?
Are you trying to ask me why I'm bald?

The Imperial Advisor didn't seem to care; he even smiled and patted his head.

Lin Jiang nodded honestly.

"Because it's too much trouble to manage your hair." The Grand Tutor pointed to his head. "My hair used to be just like yours, very long, but it was always uneven. Sometimes more hair on the left, sometimes more on the right, and my head was uneven, which was very annoying."

"And then you shaved his whole head?"

“Yes.” The Grand Preceptor smiled happily: “One morning I looked at all this hair and suddenly felt that if I didn’t have this, I would be truly free from worries, so I simply shaved it all off. Since then, I have felt much more at ease.”

Sun Zhong, who was standing nearby, was deeply moved upon hearing this and whispered to Lin Jiang, "The Grand Preceptor always talks about heads whenever he meets a new face. You can just listen in."

The Imperial Advisor immediately looked at Sun Zhong, who promptly put on a kind smile: "It has truly been a long time since I last visited you, Master."

“I remember you. Back then, you hung out with Lin Shengfeng and were always trying to undermine me. I said the world is square, but you insisted it was round; I said the head is about subtraction and emptiness, but you two insisted on letting things go in one ear and out the other. You were really mischievous.”

The Imperial Advisor shook his head helplessly, then looked Lin Jiang up and down:

"Why do you look so familiar? What's your relationship with Lin Shengfeng?"

“That’s my grandfather.”

National Division:"……"

He glanced at Sun Zhong, then at Lin Jiang:
"You didn't arrange to meet me today just to make things difficult for me, did you?"

“Of course not.” Sun Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead. “That was so many years ago. I was young and impulsive back then, and I didn’t know any better. I’m not like I was back then.”

"Really?"

"...I've come to see you because I have important business to discuss."

"Speak, what important business could possibly require you, you wild boy, to come to me?"

Sun Zhong looked at Lin Jiang, who then took out a box from his pocket and handed it to him.

The Imperial Advisor casually took the box, weighed it in his hand, and the gentle smile on his face slowly faded.

Lin Jiang clearly felt that the once bright stone chamber seemed to have frozen.

In an instant, the surrounding radiance seemed to be suppressed.

The Imperial Advisor weighed the box in his hand:

"Where did this thing come from?"

Although he still had a smile on his face, Lin Jiang could hear the chill in his tone.

“Liang Dajia and I killed a lieutenant under a general. That lieutenant was a half-baked star-pointing officer. After he died, this stuff was extracted.”

"Liang? That kid who draws pictures?"

"It's him."

"I see."

The Imperial Advisor flipped his hand and opened the box. Lin Jiang instinctively wanted to cover his nose, but then he saw a faint blue light emanating from the Imperial Advisor's palm.

The crimson color inside the box was suppressed at that moment.

The red bead twitched violently a few times, like a struggling wild beast, but the azure light in the Grand Preceptor's hand directly suppressed the red light, making it shrink back in the box and unable to move.

The shimmering light on the red bead, which had been undulating like waves, eventually subsided.

“I approached them a long time ago and told them that it didn’t matter if they wanted to fight for it or not, since they were all from Daxing. I never expected that someone would actually touch this thing.”

He sighed softly, his tone tinged with sorrow:
"Looks like I'm really getting old; nobody listens to what I say anymore."

After saying this, the Imperial Advisor immediately put the box into his sleeve.

“I will send Xiao Fang back to Beijing. If he doesn’t come, I will go to the north to find him myself. I think he will be willing to listen to this old man.”

Sun Zhong lowered his voice and said to Lin Jiang:

"The general's surname is Fang."

Lin Jiang nodded knowingly.

Good thing.

He was actually worried about the General's side. Those people were acting suspiciously and he didn't know what they were up to. Lin Jiang was really afraid that they would suddenly bring out something deadly.

Now that the Imperial Advisor is willing to go to the General, even if he isn't killed, he won't have an easy time.

"Your intelligence came just in time. If it weren't for you, I would probably still be in the dark."

After the Imperial Advisor finished speaking, seeing that the two were still standing, he couldn't help but wonder:
"Any thing else?"

"There is indeed something I would like to ask the Imperial Advisor for guidance on," Lin Jiang asked, bowing respectfully.

The Imperial Advisor glanced at him a couple more times: "You look quite different from your grandfather. He wasn't this respectful back then."

Lin Jiang's forehead was covered in sweat.

"So what did he say?"

They would generally say, "Old man, I don't understand this part, can you explain it to me?"

The Imperial Preceptor's imitation was so lifelike that Lin Jiang pictured a street thug in his mind.

So this is what Grandpa was like when he was young.

"Your attitude is good, so I'm happy to listen. Go ahead and speak."

Lin Jiang straightened his expression and told them about Lan Ke's matter.

The Imperial Advisor raised an eyebrow:

"You want them to go to the capital?"

"There will always be a place to settle down."

“I suggest we don’t choose the capital.” The Imperial Advisor shook his head. “The capital is not good for refugees. It’s too flashy, and the surrounding area is full of shops. It’s not suitable.”

Lin Jiang understood.

What suggestions does the Imperial Advisor have?

"There is still a lot of wasteland in Daxing. If we find a place far away from the capital and big cities, we can build a village. I don't think anyone will care."

Lin Jiang listened and pondered for a moment.

So where should we put this group of people?
Ideally, it should be a place I can get to anytime, in case anything happens.

Lin Jiang's mind went blank.

Finally, the place called Qingniwa came into being.

Building a village next to Qingniwa seems feasible.

……

Leaving the palace, Lin Jiang sat in the carriage and subconsciously looked back.

Sun Zhong saw this and laughed, "Isn't the Imperial Advisor interesting?"

“It is indeed quite interesting.” Lin Jiang said subconsciously, then realized that his words were impolite and gave Sun Zhong a strange look.

“Master Sun, you must have been beaten quite a bit when you were studying under the Imperial Advisor in your youth.”

Sun Zhong looked embarrassed: "When I was young, I was hot-blooded. Your grandfather was the mastermind, and I was just an accomplice. You don't know, he was jumping around the whole house when he was being beaten."

The more Lin Jiang listened, the more he felt that his grandfather must have had a tuft of yellow hair on his head when he was young.

"Xiaolin, it's time to leave the capital."

"Yes, go settle the Lanke people first, there are still some things to take care of."

There's still no news about the two treasures that Duan Libie promised. If they get them, we need to discuss with Gong Xuan whether they should travel together or part ways temporarily.

Furthermore, Lin Jiang should also set off to find those coffins in the surrounding area. Even if the Imperial Advisor can resolve the General's Mansion's matter, the red dots around the continent remain a hidden danger.

In about two or three years, a thick fog will rise over Lanco, and he needs to make some preparations before then.

and……

Of all the methods, Lin Jiang most wanted to research the Great Fog and Returning Home.

maybe……

After figuring everything out, he was able to return to his "hometown".

When do you plan to leave?

"It will take some time; there are still some things to take care of in the capital."

The cook had always wanted to open a shop, and Lin Jiang planned to get it settled before he left, which would also provide Chen Dajiang with a place to stay.

He also had to say goodbye to everyone he had met in the city. Before leaving, he wanted to borrow some paintings from Liang Huashan that could survive and keep them temporarily for Han Wangzhi, to see if they could heal his hidden injuries.

And Jiang Jinyue, I wonder how she's been lately.

Thinking about it, I've actually gotten to know quite a few people after staying in Beijing for so long.

Just then, Lin Jiang suddenly slapped his forehead.

Having been there for a while, he had forgotten something.

Before he arrived, he knew there was a coffin near the capital, but because he had seen people having a meeting next to it and they seemed to be of high status, he hadn't gone to look for it.

Now that I'm about to leave the capital, I should ask the questions I need to ask.

So he turned his head and asked Sun Zhong:
"Master Sun, are there any coffins available near the capital?"

"A coffin? There are plenty of graves around the capital. Why are you asking about that?"

“It’s not this kind of coffin…” Lin Jiang briefly recounted the illusion he had seen to Sun Zhong.

Sun Zhong frowned slightly after hearing this.

His expression changed twice:

“I do remember... The place you’re talking about is the Treasure Pavilion outside the city.”

(End of this chapter)