Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 64 Eat Your Flowers

The pageboy tried to run away.

That's not okay.

The root of the disease hasn't been eliminated yet. If this pageboy gets away, he might spread the disease somewhere else.

What if we end up circling back to the pine tree?
Lin Jiang's martial arts skills were clearly insufficient to tear apart the barrier in front of him immediately. When people are anxious, they can think of things they were not aware of before.

He wasn't good at fists, kicks, or hearing, but he had one move he used most often.

That is eating and drinking.

Ordinary food is eating and drinking, and special food is also eating and drinking.

The other party has a physical method...

Why not food and drink?
After chewing the flower and swallowing it, Lin Jiang could indeed feel golden energy flowing into his body.

Like a gurgling river, it began to accumulate at the base of Linjiangdanfu.

Lin Jiang felt as if something in his dantian was about to fill up.

He looked up at the pageboy again.

It's just a few steps.

The pageboy's face turned green.

Fighting an old man is somewhat understandable, but fighting this guy is completely incomprehensible!
He took off running.

But before he could take two steps, the pageboy was already enveloped by shadows.

Pfft!
The pageboy was knocked down by Lin Jiang and was dragged along like a board for a long distance.

Lin Jiang turned the pageboy over. The pageboy's entire face was covered in mud and sand, but it was slowly recovering.

The sharp pain brought tears to the pageboy's only remaining eye.

Fearing that the pageboy would run away again, Lin Jiang first reached out and pressed down on the pageboy's two kneecaps.

"Click."

The pageboy shed even more tears.

His mouth was almost healed, and it looked like he was about to vomit something. Lin Jiang felt nauseous, so he punched the area in the mouth again.

The pageboy's chin caved in, tears streaming down his face and onto the ground, where mushrooms sprouted from the tears.

What was originally a life-saving technique has become an instrument of torture, and the indestructible body has become a prison of living torment.

The pageboy had only one thought left:
As long as the flower remains, the lesion remains.

His mission cannot be considered a failure.

His flower-shaped ornament was indestructible, neither cut by a knife nor burned by fire, so it should be impossible to destroy.

But the pageboy was filled with fear when he thought about how Lin Jiang had just swallowed his magic.

Cannot be detected...

Don't get discovered.

Even if I'm afraid of dying, I absolutely cannot be discovered!

But he held on too tightly, and now that it can't escape, there's no way to hide the flower somewhere else.

Lin Jiangdao's eyes finally fell on the pageboy's tightly clenched hand.

He stretched out his hand and exerted force, shattering the pageboy's fingers one by one, and the white poppy flower appeared in front of Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang picked up the flower, twirled it between his fingers, and sneered:

"It looks quite precious, but I wonder what it tastes like."

It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the entire flower in one gulp.

It's crunchy and delicious.

A few tears welled up in the only eyeball that had been repaired and was exposed.

The flesh and blood will not regenerate.

The petals disappeared, leaving behind a pile of broken flesh and blood.

The method of transformation was broken, and the pageboy breathed his last.

His eyelids weren't repaired in time, so he must have died with his eyes wide open.

The flower entered the mouth, and a torrent flowed down the six spleens and into the five internal organs.

The golden figures inside the palace waved their arms and cheered, as if a golden rain had fallen.

Even the tree with the coffin hanging on it stretched out its body.

The bottom level of the palace was finally filled, and a step was taken upwards.

It was as if they had broken through some kind of realm.

It seems like...

His skills have improved somewhat.

Lin Jiang exhaled a long breath, which turned into wind and swept across all directions.

The once vibrant red flowers withered and decayed in an instant, turning into black mud that seeped into the soil, only to bloom again in a dazzling rain of blossoms.

The delicate peach blossoms were layered with elegant peonies, interspersed with countless other flowers whose names Lin Jiang did not recognize. He could only see that they were woven into a brocade quilt that stretched for miles.

A sudden gust of wind swept up the withered flowers, which then surged and disappeared into the turbid clouds on the horizon.

A ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the flowers.

Lin Jiang glanced at the petals flying into the air.

These petals were not adorned with any Qi; they were just ordinary flowers.

"This person's magic required picking flowers as a medium. He died, and the magic stopped working. The flowers turned back to their original form." Suddenly, Lin Jiang heard a familiar voice.

Looking back, he found that the old beggar he had seen in Sanxing Town had somehow appeared beside him.

Around the old beggar, a whole bunch of treasures spun and danced around him:

"Master! Master!"

Among the treasures was a luminous pearl, but he couldn't jump anymore and could only roll in place.

Lin Jiang looked at the treasures, then at the old beggar:
"You're their master?"

"Yes."

"You were the one fighting with this page just now, weren't you?"

"He almost ruined my cultivation." The old man walked over to Lin Jiang and plopped down next to him.
"I'm exhausted. I was already injured, and now I have to fight this troublesome guy for several days. It's so uncomfortable."

"It really is quite uncomfortable."

"You've helped me again, what do you want?"

"I don't have any ideas for now, can I save this for later?"

"You're quite amusing." Old Zhao rolled his eyes. "I can keep it."

Lin Jiang glanced at Old Man Zhao:

"If you're so capable, why did you fall to Sanxing back then?"

“I killed an old friend, but unfortunately, that old friend was also very powerful. Before he died, he attacked me, knocking away all my treasures and leaving me with a wound that could not heal. After I fell to Sanxing, I got sick and happened to run into you.”

The old man also glanced at Lin Jiang:

"Have you reached the Star-Point stage or not? If you haven't reached the Star-Point stage, why are the Star-Point techniques ineffective against you? If you have reached the Star-Point stage, why do you only know some basic martial arts?"

"I am an immortal, and immortals do not concern themselves with pointing at stars."

Lin Jiang was very serious.

The old man thought for a moment and then burst into laughter:
"Greetings, immortals! Greetings, immortals!"

The old man laughed, and the treasures on his body laughed along, making a bit of a commotion.

After laughing, the old man rubbed his kidneys.

"My old injury has relapsed, and the root cause of the problem hasn't been cured. I'll probably have to stay home and rest for a long time to come."

"Take a good rest, and come out when you're fully recovered. Don't fight with your injuries."

“That makes sense, but some fights have to be fought. If I don’t fight, innocent people will lose their lives. I’ve lived seventy-one years in vain, and I can’t stand seeing innocent people lose their lives.”

"You're right. I can't bear to see innocent people lose their lives."

"When is the Flower Spring Banquet? I'm leaving after the banquet," the old man asked.

"There are still two days left, but there's an outbreak of disease in the city, so I don't know if it will take longer."

"Okay, no rush. I just don't know if there's any strong liquor at the Flower Spring Banquet?"

“I killed a tiger before, and I removed its bones, which are now soaking in a vat.”

"Did you prepare the bones?"

"No."

The old man thought for a moment, then exclaimed in alarm: "Won't the tiger bone rot? Will it spoil a good pot of wine?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment, then exclaimed in shock, "It's over!"

……

Lin Jiang helped the old man back to the village.

The old man was quite stubborn, saying it was fine and he would walk on his own, but as he walked, his legs went weak and he simply couldn't walk anymore.

Lin Jiang could only support him by one arm.

Upon arriving at the village, the three Zeng brothers and the group of soldiers swarmed around the old man, trying to help him up, but he pushed them all away.
"I'm fine! I'm perfectly alright!"

Then he squatted on the door frame, panting heavily, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

Lin Jiang didn't have time to deal with the old man for the time being, and hurriedly went to Niu Xia Shui's house.

All the flowers in the village turned into petals, covering the ground and drowning a dog that was already dying. The villagers swept all the petals aside before dragging the dog's body out.

The petals were piled up into small heaps, then blown all over the sky by the wind.

When they found the cow's offal, he was holding the child, gently patting the child's back, and humming a song:
"The bamboo couch is soft, the brocade quilt is long, and the palm-leaf fan gently waves to bring the evening coolness."

This is a lullaby from Chongqing, and Chongqing folk songs are always so gentle.

"never mind?"

Lin Jiang looked at the child. The child was breathing peacefully. Although there was a scar on the eye, it wasn't too deep.

Niu Xiashui was startled. When he saw that it was Lin Jiang returning, he immediately wanted to kneel down.

Lin Jiang stopped him:
"Don't wake the child up."

Niu Xiashui knelt down gently, trying not to disturb the child.

"Young Master, I really don't know how to thank you. Why don't you just take my head off?"

"What would I do with your head?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment:
"I remember you said you would treat me to a big fish."

"Yes."

"Then let's eat big fish," Lin Jiang said with a smile. "I love this kind of food."

(End of this chapter)