Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 385 Who are you?
Seeing the changes in the lake in front of him, Liang Huashan subconsciously pressed his hand to his chest.

He stared intently at the lake water that was splitting open to both sides, breathing heavily.

After Ye Wanzhuang died, he came here every year, keeping a close eye on the lake, hoping that something unusual would happen to it.

But time slipped through my fingers, and the scene before me remained unchanged, just as before.

The lake, rendered in ink wash style, appears to be forever still, quietly serene within.

Later, he came less and less often, no longer staying up all night. It went from once a year to once every three years, and then to once every ten years.

A person's character will eventually be worn down.

But that obsession tormented him constantly.

The shock of witnessing Ye Wanzhuang's death became his lifelong obsession.

Now, even if he wanted to let go of that obsession, he couldn't let go of his own spiritual cultivation.

Equally excited was Little Ginseng, who remained in her transformed state, gazing gleefully at the lake that had split in the center.

She didn't understand why, but she vaguely felt that she might meet a being who would give her consciousness!
After the changes in the lake subsided, everyone gathered on the riverbank.

They all peered down and discovered that the bottom of the lake and river was filled with an indistinguishable hue.

The scene resembled a grassland fallen to earth, its vibrant greenness dazzling.

After exchanging a glance, Lin Jiang looked at Yu Wenyun and Jiang Jinyue, noting that the two would stay up there to watch the carriage for the time being, while he, along with Yi Er San, Xiao Shanshen, and Liang Huashan, entered this space.

After all, this matter is also closely related to Yi, Er, and San. Yu Wenyun can wait upstairs, but Yi, Er, and San cannot.

After getting ready, the group walked straight into the lake in front of them.

The moment Lin Jiang stepped into the lake, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness. A moment later, he opened his eyes again.

Before him lay a verdant plain, covered with tender green grass, and beside the grass, colorful flowers bloomed in abundance.

Lin Jiang squatted down and gently stroked the flowers with his fingers.

He could clearly sense that these flowers were not real flowers, but rather stacks of paper.

The colors on the paper were carefully applied with a paintbrush.

They lie here quietly, swaying gently in the breeze.

Besides the flowers on the ground, Lin Jiang raised his head and looked into the distance.

He could clearly see that a long table was placed in the very center of the grassland.

Countless sheets of white paper hung around the long table, covering every corner of it.

As everyone was about to walk toward the table, a figure suddenly appeared behind it.

It was a woman with a cold and aloof face, dressed in unusually simple clothes, and holding a paintbrush tightly in her hand.

Her face was exactly the same as Xiaoshan Shen's transformed form, except that Xiaoshan Shen looked younger, while she exuded a mature charm.

She stared at the canvas on the table for a long time, hesitant and unable to make a single stroke.

It seemed to be pondering what to paint on the canvas next.

Only when she heard footsteps from the side did she slowly raise her head and look at Lin Jiang and his group.

His gaze swept quickly over everyone, finally settling on Yi Er San and Xiao Shan Shen.

A slight smile appeared on her face:
"I never expected that a casual stroke I made back then would grow into this shape in such a short time."

The little ginseng immediately raised its head proudly in Lin Jiang's arms.

Then, turning her head to gaze at the slightly exaggerated makeup on Yi Er San's face, she couldn't help but ask:
"Long time no see, one, two, three, what's with your makeup? I don't remember you ever having this kind of taste before, you've always been very elegant."

One, two, three also gazed at their long-lost old friend, their voices trembling involuntarily:

"You...you're still alive? Why haven't you shown yourself? Why have you been here all this time?"

"Alive?" Ye Wanzhuang shook her head: "Perhaps it can't be considered as being alive."

Everyone clearly had a lot more to say, but Liang Huashan had already stepped forward first.

His eyes were filled with fascination, and his steps became slightly unsteady.

She slowly walked towards Ye Wanzhuang, making a sound that sounded like both crying and lamenting.

He finally reached a suitable place, and with great effort, stopped and did not go any further.

He took two long breaths and respectfully clasped his hands together.

As if meeting a long-lost friend, he spoke with an even slightly reverent tone:

"Master Ye, it's been a long time."

Ye Wanzhuang stared at Liang Huashan, tilting her head slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face.

After pondering for a long time, a subtle embarrassment finally appeared on her face:

"Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Huashan froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Lin Jiang, who witnessed the whole process, could hardly describe his expression.

He felt as if he had seen that expression somewhere before.

After thinking it over carefully for a long time, I finally realized what was going on.

Some fish that have just been caught from the lake look like that when they are drowning.

It seemed to be desperately opening its mouth wide, craving air from the outside world, but not a single breath could enter its throat.

He gasped for breath dozens of times before he finally managed not to faint on the spot. However, Lin Jiang could still clearly see that Liang Huashan's body was aging at a visible rate.

Almost instantly, his hair turned completely white, and several wrinkles suddenly appeared on his face.

Lin Jiang hurriedly stepped forward and gently placed his hand on Liang Huashan's shoulder.

As Lin Jiang's life force slowly flowed into Liang Huashan's body, his aged state gradually subsided.

Liang Huashan pressed his hand tightly against his chest, clearly forcing himself to calm down. After what seemed like an eternity, he managed to force a grotesque expression that was neither a cry nor a laugh, before carefully pulling a scroll of paintings from his robes.

"This is what I looked like when I was young. Back then, I studied under you and learned some painting skills from you."

He slowly unfurled the scroll, revealing a self-portrait of himself.

This portrait was no different from the one Lin Jiang had seen at Liang Huashan's residence, except that compared to the carefree Liang Huashan that Lin Jiang had witnessed back then, there was a hint of sorrow between Liang Huashan's brows in the painting.

Ye Wanzhuang indeed stared intently at the painting for quite a while, and Lin Jiang could clearly sense that she was trying her best to recall it.

But in the end, Ye Wanzhuang shook her head apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember you. There were too many people learning to paint with me back then, and I simply couldn't remember each and every one of them."

Liang Huashan's body swayed violently as if he had been severely injured. He staggered and swayed several times before finally losing his balance and falling backward, collapsing to the ground.

In that instant, he felt as if he had lost his soul.

Lin Jiang clearly sensed that his cultivation was rapidly declining, collapsing from the original Star Point Realm almost in the blink of an eye.

It was even teetering on the brink of collapsing, on the verge of falling back to the sixth level.

Liang Huashan's age was far too old; if he were to fall back to the sixth heaven now, he would probably die of old age soon.

Lin Jiang glanced at Ye Wanzhuang.

He could clearly discern that the other person's gaze towards Liang Huashan contained only pure curiosity, and a deeply hidden, indescribable...

cold.

“At that time, I was stuck in a bottleneck in my painting skills and wanted to find someone to discuss the way of painting and calligraphy. However, I found that most people’s skills were not as good as mine. So I thought I would take the time to give them some pointers, hoping that one of them could come up with someone who could discuss painting with me. Who knew that after I started teaching them, the number of people I taught increased a little.”

Ye Wanzhuang looked at Liang Huashan, and she seemed to sense that he was deeply hurt by her words, but she herself was not clear about the reason, nor did she know how to speak. After hesitating for a moment, she could only awkwardly squeeze out:
"I should...remember you."

Anyone could tell that this was clearly a euphemism.

Ye Wanzhuang simply doesn't remember Liang Huashan.

Liang Huashan slumped to the ground, muttering to himself:

"At that time... at that time, I was indeed studying with many other people. At that time... at that time, Master Ye only gave me some pointers on painting techniques on a whim... that's all, that's all..."

Lin Jiang could sense that this was not Liang Huashan's words of discouragement after his setback; it was probably the truth.

Lin Jiang felt a little absurd for a moment.

The obsession that Liang Huashan had pursued throughout his life had now truly appeared before him.

However, everyone suddenly realized that Liang Huashan was probably just silently looking up at Ye Wanzhuang from the sidelines.

For Liang Huashan, Ye Wanzhuang was like a deep-rooted obsession, like a bright, shining sun hanging high in the sky.

But the sun only silently shines its light, completely unaware of the person on the ground who is gazing at her so intently.

Even Xiaoshan Shen, who had originally wanted to chat with Ye Wanzhuang a bit more, couldn't help but interject. She cautiously asked:
"Ms. Ye, but Ms. Liang really misses you. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Upon hearing Xiaoshanshen's words, Ye Wanzhuang first sighed helplessly, then a doting smile appeared on her face:
“Little fellow, I probably taught at least a thousand, if not thousands, of people back then. Now I have lost my life and have not reappeared in the world for a long time, so he is the only one with high enough cultivation to survive to this day. But he was not the only one who was obsessed with my paintings back then. Even if I wanted to remember them, it would be really difficult.”

"But...but..."

Xiao Shanshen was clearly not good with words in this regard. She stammered for a long time but couldn't come up with a clear answer. However, when she looked at Liang Huashan again, her eyes showed a hint of pity.

Ye Wanzhuang looked at Liang Huashan again and sighed:
"If you really like my painting so much, why don't I paint another one for you right away? Don't be so sad, okay?"

Liang Huashan forced a bitter smile:
"Then... thank you for your help, Master Ye."

His voice was completely devoid of energy, as if his entire body had been hollowed out, and there was no excitement in his tone.

Lin Jiang was momentarily at a loss for words.

Ye Wanzhuang surmised that Liang Huashan desired her painting.

But what Liang Huashan sought in his heart may have had a deeper meaning.

But as an outsider, how could Lin Jiang possibly interfere in this matter?

Should we encourage Liang Huashan to confess his feelings to Ye Wanzhuang?

Lin Jiang was able to discern that what Liang Huashan was asking for was not love.

He seemed to be seeking validation.

One reason for my years of persistent testimony.

From the moment Ye Wanzhuang frankly admitted that she did not know Liang Huashan.

All subsequent attempts to cover up the truth were nothing but self-deception.

Ye Wanzhuang's personality was also beyond Lin Jiang's expectations.

Beneath her elegant demeanor lay a slightly inhuman presence.

It seems that her only obsession was with painting.

That's it.

Although Lin Jiang had known before, his senses weren't very clear about it. Only now did he truly understand:
The so-called "pointing to the stars" refers to the highest level of cultivation in the human realm.
They probably wouldn't be as carefree as someone who has no thoughts or desires.

(End of this chapter)