Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 388 Removing the Executioner
Ye Wanzhuang exchanged paintings with Liang Huashan, and holding the new painting in her hands, she was overjoyed.

She felt no anger at being surpassed in her painting skills; instead, her heart was filled with the joy of discovering something new.

As soon as she got her hands on the painting, she couldn't wait to start studying all sorts of new techniques.

Sitting at the table, she was overjoyed, like a child who had received a new toy.

Liang Huashan sat on a nearby earthen slope, gazing at the scroll in his hand, lost in deep thought.

Lin Jiang walked to his side, and Liang Huashan seemed to wake up from a dream, tilting his head to look at Lin Jiang.

A slightly shy smile appeared on his face.

Although his body had not recovered to the youthful appearance when Lin Jiang first met him, Liang Huashan's condition was clearly much improved at this time.

Lin Jiang could sense that although the amount of Qi in his body had decreased, the Daoist charm was significantly stronger than before.

It is obvious that after this incident, Liang Huashan's Daoist mind became clearer.

"Mr. Liang, how are you feeling now?"

Upon hearing Lin Jiang's question, Liang Huashan couldn't help but let out a long sigh:
"It's quite complicated. I really never expected that, over the years, my painting skills would catch up with Master Ye's in some aspects."

He put it very tactfully, and Lin Jiang didn't know how to point it out for the time being.

In reality, Liang Huashan's painting skills had already surpassed Ye Wanzhuang's.

In terms of painting skills alone, the two are evenly matched, and neither can say that Ye Wanzhuang's painting skills are lacking.

However, perhaps due to some reason, she passed away many years ago and spent her time honing her painting skills alone at the bottom of the lake. As a result, her paintings ultimately lacked a certain charm.

This is precisely where Liang Huashan's superior painting skills, honed over many years in the world, have become.

Therefore, in the final painting, Liang Huashan actually surpasses Ye Wanzhuang in terms of artistic realm.

"Over the years, I have been chasing after her, and sometimes I am not quite sure whether I am studying painting for my own enjoyment or just to catch up with Master Ye."

When Liang Huashan uttered these words softly, a look of realization appeared on his face.

Several years have passed. What was he painting for all those years?
In fact, Liang Huashan did not investigate the matter in depth at first.

He thought that if he could see Ye Wanzhuang again in the future, he could talk more with her, so he practiced and painted as hard as he could.

But gradually, painting also took on other meanings for him.

“Only today did I suddenly realize that I seemed to have forgotten my original intention for painting.” Liang Huashan said with a touch of emotion. “At the beginning, I just wanted to paint more beautiful paintings, so I went to Master Ye to learn from him, hoping to learn better skills. I never expected that I would go around in such a big circle, and only today did I finally remember where I should go.”

"Is that obsession gone?"

“After all these years, the longing in my heart can’t just disappear.” Liang Huashan looked at Ye Wanzhuang. “However, this longing no longer needs to be the goal I pursue in this life.”

Looking at this scene, Lin Jiang really couldn't tell whether Liang Huashan had truly let go of his resentment or was simply clinging to something else.

However, in any case, this trip was ultimately a good thing rather than a bad thing for him.

He should no longer dwell on the past. At least on his journey forward, he will no longer need to obsessively pursue a certain goal, but will be able to look back from time to time and gaze at the past that he has left far behind.

Lin Jiang stood up, walked over to Ye Wanzhuang, and asked:

"Master Ye, what are your plans for the future?"

Ye Wanzhuang was engrossed in appreciating the painting when she suddenly heard Lin Jiang's voice. She was startled and hadn't quite come to her senses yet.

Lin Jiang had to ask again before she could hear him clearly.

After a moment's thought, she spoke directly:

"There seem to be many painting styles in the world that I have never seen before. I want to go out and see what all the different painting styles in the world are like."

After she finished speaking, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the direction of the small ginseng.

Lin Jiang's eyes sharpened, and he immediately cut her off:

“If you want an incarnation, we can always find a way for you. Don’t always try to take advantage of Xiaoshan Shen.”

"Oh."

Ye Wanzhuang didn't seem to care and just nodded casually.

Lin Jiang felt a little helpless, so he turned to look at Liang Dajia:

"Master Liang, do you have any thoughts?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Huashan pondered for a moment:
"Master Ye's current physical condition is like a painting. If Master Ye doesn't mind, I can create a painting for you. You can then temporarily reside in the painting and escape from this place."

Upon returning to the capital, there are many skilled practitioners of body sculpting techniques who can help Master Ye reshape his body.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanzhuang simply nodded.

"Do you intend to stay here for the time being?" Lin Jiang asked Liang Huashan again.

"After all, the creation of a meticulous painting may take some time."

Although Liang Huashan had broken free from the shackles of his past, he had suddenly forgotten his past and ignored Ye Wanzhuang, so he could not achieve his goal in the end.

If Liang Huashan wanted to create a portrait of Ye Wanzhuang, he would have to carefully study the composition.

It seems unlikely that it will be completed in less than ten days or half a month. Lin Jiang pondered for a moment and also felt that there was no need to continue waiting for Liang Huashan here.

After all, Liang Huashan and Ye Wanzhuang were both two stars, and there was also a lake completely under Ye Wanzhuang's control. Ordinary people simply could not defeat the two of them.

But he still took out a few "Homecoming" pills from his pocket.

In this way, once Liang Huashan finishes painting, he only needs to take this pill to return directly to the capital with the painting.

Liang Huashan thanked several people.

As they parted, Yi Er San took Ye Wanzhuang's hand and whispered a few words to her.

When everyone reached the surface of the lake, they looked back at the deep lake bottom and waved goodbye.

Ye Wanzhuang stood beside Liang Huashan, and the two waved goodbye together. The suddenly opened lake surface slowly closed up.

As the surface of the lake behind him returned to its mirror-like state, Xiao Shanshen sat on Lin Jiang's shoulder, lost in thought.

Lin Jiang reached out and gently stroked the small ginseng:
"What are your thoughts after meeting Master Ye?"

"I...can't quite explain it either."

The little ginseng tilted its head and gently leaned against Lin Jiang's cheek.

She had always longed to find Ye Wanzhuang and thank her in person. However, after actually talking with Ye Wanzhuang, she did not feel the joy she had expected.

Ye Wanzhuang was not as pitiful as she had imagined.

This made Xiaoshanshen feel a little disappointed.

But she immediately sat up straight, tilted her head to examine Lin Jiang's face, and pondered seriously for a moment.

"Lin Jiang Lin Jiang".

"what happened?"

"I just want to see her."

Xiao Shanshen's expression suddenly became extremely serious.

Lin Jiang didn't understand her meaning for a moment and looked at her with the same confusion.

"I feel most comfortable being by your side."

Xiao Shanshen spread out her two small, lotus-root-like arms, her left arm encircling the back of Lin Jiang's neck, and her right arm raised, her small hand precisely pinching Lin Jiang's nose.

Lin Jiang's face was immediately pulled and slightly distorted.

His lips trembled slightly, but he ultimately did not pry the ginseng off.

He simply reached out a finger and gently patted the little ginseng's head:

"Of course! Following me, you'll enjoy a life of luxury and be able to punish evil and promote good! If you were following Ye Wanzhuang, you wouldn't be spending your days just sketching in a picture book."

Xiao Shanshen imagined that scene, and his whole body trembled with fear. He clung to Lin Jiang tightly and refused to let go.

Lin Jiang felt an indescribable sense of comfort welling up inside him, so he laughed a few times and then returned to the car with the small ginseng.

Yu Wenyun also ascended to the main seat, flicked his wrist to crack the whip, and urged the carriage forward.

After getting on the bus, Lin Jiang found that the ginseng was still clinging to him, so he could only sigh softly and gently push it away.

He patted the little ginseng again, telling it to go play with Jiang Jinyue, while he leaned lazily against the window, gazing at the scenery along the way.

As Lin Jiang watched a lone goose fly across the sky and gazed at the slowly flowing scenery in the distance, he pondered the various tasks that needed to be done. Suddenly, he saw a bird flying straight towards him from the distant horizon.

The bird flew straight to the windowsill, and Lin Jiang felt that it seemed to have something to ask him, so he opened the window.

As the bird flew to the carriage window, it suddenly transformed, rapidly expanding from beneath its dense feathers, its flesh filling between its bones and wings, and it transformed directly into a woman draped in feathers.

The woman gently waved her arms, seemingly wanting to get into the carriage, and Lin Jiang did not stop her, letting her come in directly.

However, Lin Jiang felt that the woman's attire was somewhat... sloppy.

From his vantage point, he could see almost everything, both what he should and shouldn't see.

The woman bowed in the direction of Linjiang.

“Young master, I am Lord Dao’s concubine.”

"Is he a thief?" The image of that gaunt man flashed into Lin Jiang's mind.

"What are you doing here?"

"Lord Dao has investigated the news of the Daxing people in Chen Kingdom for you and ordered me to pass it on to you."

The woman took out a scroll from her chest and handed it to Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang took it, unfolded it, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

The person at the very top of the scroll looked extremely familiar to Lin Jiang.

It was a man wearing a donkey head hood, the hood tilted to one side.

(End of this chapter)