This martial saint is too cautious.

Chapter 69 The Object (Please Subscribe)

After the sixth day of the first lunar month, Lin Yan stood in the courtyard, watching the trees planted last year in the alley sprout tender buds, their branches and leaves swaying gently in the spring breeze.

Judging by the time, it's time for me to set off for Qingzhou.

He was wondering how to bring it up with his aunt.

"Yan'er, what are you doing standing at the door? The food is ready, go and call Mo'er."

Holding a spoon in her hand, Liu smiled as she saw Lin Yan standing in the courtyard.

"it is good."

Lin Yan walked to the door of the side room and pushed it open.

Lin Mo was facing him, holding a book and reading. Hearing the noise, she looked up, her face still smeared with ink.

"Brother, you're back. Is it time to eat? I was so engrossed in my book that I lost track of time."

He was so engrossed in reading that he didn't even notice he was holding the book upside down.

"Go wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Lin Yan didn't expose his younger brother's act of peeking at the storybook. He had been caught in the rain before, so there was no need to tear up his younger brother's umbrella.

"oh."

The moment Lin Mo lowered his head and put the book down, a look of smug satisfaction appeared on his face. His older brother hadn't noticed him peeking at the storybook. He was indeed clever; he had even fooled his older brother by using the book to cover himself.

At the dinner table, seeing that his aunt and younger brother had almost finished eating, Lin Yan put down his chopsticks and said, "Auntie, there's something I need to tell you."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm going to Qingzhou to learn martial arts."

"To Qingzhou?"

Liu looked somewhat bewildered. Where was Qingzhou?

Lin Yan didn't hide anything and briefly recounted the events of the Lin family in Qingzhou. Of course, he didn't mention his master's analysis; he only told Qin Yin what she had told him.

They didn't mention anything about my uncle either.

If she goes there and can't find anything, or finds bad news, her aunt will be disappointed, so it's better not to say anything.

Liu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Auntie doesn't understand matters of martial arts and can't help with them. You can make your own decisions. But were the Lin family and our ancestors really related?"

"It can't be wrong."

"Since there's nothing wrong, then go ahead. When are you leaving?"

She wouldn't stop her nephew from falsely claiming ancestry.

"Just in the next day or two."

"Brother, you're going to Qingzhou. Is Qingzhou far away?"

Lin Mo picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, asking indistinctly.

"It's quite far; a round trip would take a month or so."

"It's so far, then—"

"Eat your food and don't talk," Liu glared at him.

Lin Mo shrank back, his gaze shifting between Lin Yan and his mother. He opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't ask any more questions.

After the meal, Liu cleaned up the dishes, and Lin Yan helped carry them into the kitchen.

"Leave it, I can handle it." Liu took the bowl, her voice steady. "Go and talk to Mo'er. He may not say it, but he definitely misses you."

Lin Yan nodded and walked out of the kitchen.

In the courtyard, Lin Mo was squatting in the corner, drawing something on the ground with a twig.

Lin Yan walked over and squatted down beside him.

There was a crooked figure drawn on the ground, with the words "Big Brother" written next to it.

Looking at the man whose legs were thicker than his head, Lin Yan's lips twitched, and he slapped his underling on the back of the head in annoyance: "What kind of crap is this?"

"Brother, I'm feeling down right now, and you hit me."

Lin Mo threw the branch on the ground, looked up, and his eyes were a little red.

"What's there to be sad about? Now that I'm gone, no one will be watching you do your homework. You can read comic books as long as you want, and if you get bored, you can drag Cai Jun around causing trouble—climbing walls today and trees tomorrow—"

As Lin Mo listened to his older brother's description of the scene, his eyes gradually stopped reddening.

Okay—it seems like what my older brother said makes sense.

"You're really thinking about these good things."

Snapped!

Lin Yan slapped him again without any hesitation: "Even if I leave, you have to write a letter every month. If your handwriting is crooked again, I'll see how I beat you when I get back."

"understood."

Lin Mo answered listlessly.

"Remember, after I'm gone, listen to your mother and don't let her worry."

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"I've got it."

"And one more thing," Lin Yan said, his tone becoming more serious, "If your mother can't handle anything that happens at home, go to the Yang Family Martial Arts School to find my master, or go to the Cai family residence to find Fourth Aunt."

"Your uncle's side—" Lin Yan paused for a moment, seeing his younger brother's puzzled look, and said in a deep voice, "Listen to your mother."

"My mother would never let me get close to my uncles and their family."

Lin Mo pursed his lips. Ever since he moved, his uncle and his cousins ​​had all come to visit him, but he ignored them all.

The next day, early in the morning.

Aunt Liu led Lin Yan into the ancestral hall: "Pay respects to the ancestors before you leave, so that the Lin family ancestors may bless you."

"it is good."

Lin Yan readily complied, entered the ancestral hall, and respectfully offered incense to the Lin family ancestors and his own parents.

Liu also offered incense and prayed, asking the Lin family ancestors to bless Yan'er with peace and safety.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the memorial tablets of his elder brother and sister-in-law, and he whispered in his heart, "Elder brother and sister-in-law, Yan'er is successful now. I am no longer able to find him a wife. Please bless him to meet a suitable man and settle down as soon as possible."

After the worship ceremony, the two left the ancestral hall, and Liu came out of the house carrying a bundle.

"The clothes in this bundle were bought for you by your aunt. They should fit you well. And these shoes are for you to wear."

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"Thank you, Auntie."

Lin Yan solemnly accepted it; the candlelight in his aunt's room had stayed burning all night.

He knew his aunt was sewing shoes for him overnight, but he didn't try to stop her; it was his aunt's intention.

"Auntie, after I leave, please don't take on sewing and laundry jobs anymore. I'm a three-times-level skin-smoothing martial artist, it wouldn't look good if word got out."

"Okay, I'll stay home and take good care of Mo'er."

"Little brother, behave yourself at home."

Lin Yan patted his younger brother Lin Mo's head, and amidst the reluctant gazes of his aunt and brother, he carried his bundle and walked out of the courtyard gate.

Once he decided to leave, he never liked to drag things out.

After speaking with my aunt yesterday, I went to see my master, and then went to the Lin residence to pick up the letter.

Stepping out of his house, Lin Yan had just reached the street entrance when he saw a person and a horse in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

When Zhuang Zheng saw Lin Yan appear, he led the horse over and said, "Senior Brother Lin, Master said he won't be seeing you off. This horse—Master will let you ride it on the road."

Lin Yan nodded. He had gone to the martial arts school yesterday, and his master had given him all the necessary instructions and explanations.

"Why don't you come home, junior brother?"

Seeing the horse manure in the distance, Lin Yan knew that Junior Brother Zhuang must have been waiting at the street corner for a while.

"Senior Brother Lin, you know I'm not good at socializing, so it's better for me to wait outside."

Zhuang Zheng smiled shyly. Lin Yan patted Zhuang Zheng on the shoulder and was about to respond, but when he saw the height of the gray martial arts tree in his mind, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The gray martial arts tree shows a height of three feet one centimeter. At the same time, the leaf representing Junior Brother Zhuang's strongest technique is no longer the Mountain Splitting Fist, but a technique called the Blood Transformation Technique.

Good heavens, Junior Brother Zhuang has quietly broken through to the third level of skin smoothing.

How many gang warriors did Junior Brother Zhuang kill in the dead of night?

And what is this Blood Transformation Technique?

"Senior Brother Lin, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Zheng saw his senior brother patting him on the shoulder, and suddenly fell silent, asking in confusion.

"It's nothing. I just thought that Junior Brother Zhao went to the prefectural city, and I'm going to Qingzhou too. From now on, the martial arts school will have to rely on Junior Brother Zhuang."

"Brother Lin is too kind. There are also Brother Hao and the others at the martial arts school," Zhuang Zheng said modestly.

"Master said that among the disciples of the martial arts school, the three of us brothers have the best potential. In short, I hope that Junior Brother Zhuang will plan carefully before acting in the future and not put himself in danger."

Lin Yan didn't say everything explicitly; he didn't object to Junior Brother Zhao killing gang members.

In his eyes, the gang fighters that Junior Brother Zhuang killed were all people who should be expelled from the community.

"Yes, I'll be careful."

Zhuang Zheng agreed, but he seemed to be deep in thought. He felt that Senior Brother Lin's words were implying something.

"Goodbye, Junior Brother Zhuang!"

Lin Yan didn't say anything more, took the reins, and leaped onto the horse.

"Brother Lin, have a safe journey. Master left something for you in the saddlebag. Don't forget to take it."

Lin Yan was taken aback. He reached into the saddlebag and immediately understood what his master had left for him.

Silver notes!

When they picked them up and looked at the face value, they found that they were two silver notes with a face value of one thousand taels each.

The master took in more than thirty new disciples at the end of the year, and he handed over all the apprenticeship fees to himself.

"master----"

Lin Yan looked towards the martial arts school, stared for a few moments, then put the silver note into his pocket: "Take care, Junior Brother Zhuang!"

With a flick of the reins, he rode away. Zhuang Zheng waved and smiled behind him until Lin Yan's figure was out of sight. Then he whispered, "Senior Brother Lin's control over his blood and qi is truly exquisite. I cultivate the Blood Transformation Technique, and I can sense the density of a person's blood and qi whenever I come into contact with them. But when Senior Brother Lin touched my body just now, I couldn't sense the density of his blood and qi at all."

Dust billowed up on the county road.

Caravans came and went in an endless stream. Lin Yan had already seen many caravans along the way. Each caravan was led and guarded by martial artists. Every time Lin Yan rode up to catch up, these martial artists would show vigilance until Lin Yan's figure disappeared before they relaxed.

Lin Yan dismounted at a teahouse by the county road.

"Please feed it to me."

"Alright, leave it to me. Please take a seat, sir."

The waiter led Lin Yan's horse toward the stable at the back. Lin Yan glanced at the people in the teahouse. There were quite a few people sitting in the teahouse, and a security escort team was resting.

Lin Yan sat down at a table, and the waiter immediately brought him tea. He wasn't thirsty; he stopped to rest mainly because his horse was a bit tired.

As soon as Lin Yan appeared on horseback at the entrance of the teahouse, everyone inside turned their attention to him. As he sat down, two men from the nearby security escort agency were whispering to each other.

"Is it him?"

"It shouldn't be wrong. I saw it from afar at one of Young Master Cao's three celebration banquets for skin smoothing."

"Whether it's true or not, just go up and ask."

The two men stood up and walked towards Lin Yan.

"May I ask if you are Young Master Lin Yan from Guangping County?"

"That's me. And who are you two?"

The moment the two got up and walked over, Lin Yan noticed them. His five senses were very sharp, and ever since he entered the teahouse, he had noticed several pairs of eyes staring at him, and these two were two of them.

After confirming Lin Yan's identity, Zhu Xiao and Zhu Yi became very friendly. Although both were three-times skin-grinding martial artists, they were only considered average among three-times skin-grinding martial artists, and their strengths were quite different. Furthermore, they could only reach the third level of skin-grinding in their lifetime, while this young master Lin had the opportunity to step into the fourth level of skin-grinding. The third level of skin-grinding was just a temporary state for him.

"Young Master Lin, I am Zhu Xiao from the Seven Star Escort Agency. This is my junior brother, Zhu Yi. Our chief escort has mentioned Young Master Lin to us many times, praising him highly."

"I am unworthy of Senior Zhang's praise."

Lin Yan spoke with a smile, while the other martial artists at the other tables in the teahouse, seeing the conversation between the two head镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) and Lin Yan, were also whispering among themselves.

"Is this Young Master Lin? The one who killed Chen Zheng?"

"I heard this young master Lin has only been practicing martial arts for two years, that's incredibly fast!"

"You can't compare people. I practiced martial arts for two years, and back then I hadn't even touched the threshold of skin resurfacing."

"Nonsense, if you could even touch it, you wouldn't be out here escorting goods. We're destined to only look up to such geniuses."

"Brother Zheng, you're also from Guangping County. Do you know this Young Master Lin?"

"I—how could I possibly know him? Brother Zhao thinks too highly of me."

"Sir, your horse is fed."

When the waiter arrived, Lin Yan finished his conversation with Zhu Xiao and got up to take his leave.

Zhu Xiao and Zhu Yi saw them to the door, and only came back in after a while.

"It's getting late, everyone get ready to set off."

Zhu Xiao spoke loudly, and the dozen or so martial artists from the escort agency in the teahouse gradually stood up, some going to the stable to fetch their horses, others to relieve themselves.

"Zheng Xun, you will ride a horse in a moment."

Zheng Xun, who had gotten up and followed them out, was stunned when he heard these words at the door. The other martial artists beside him also showed the same surprised expression.

This shipment is of great value. Not only are there two escort leaders, but there are also eight warriors with the second level of skin polishing. Only those with the second level of skin polishing or higher can ride horses, while the remaining warriors with the first level of skin polishing escort the caravan.

However, despite their surprise, the group smiled at Zheng Xun and then left the teahouse, each with their own plans.

They had initially thought that Zheng Xun, who had come from Guangping County to Sanshan County to make a living, was someone without much background who had managed to break through to the first level of skin-grinding through sheer luck. Now it seemed they were wrong. For Chief Escort Zhu to make an exception, Zheng Xun's background must be quite impressive.

The only question is, why didn't Chief Escort Zhu give Zheng Xun special treatment along the way, but only now?

Could it be that Chief Zhu initially wanted to toughen up Zheng Xun, but now that they've been traveling for over ten days, he thinks he's toughened him up enough?

After everyone else had left the teahouse, Zhu Chi walked over, patted Zheng Xun on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Brother Zheng, when Young Master Lin mounted his horse just now, he glanced this way and recognized you. However, he had urgent business to attend to and asked me to pass on his message to you: he will come to Sanshan County to have a drink with you after he finishes his business."

There was one more thing Zhu Chi didn't say: Young Master Lin asked him to take good care of Zheng Xun.

Hearing his head镖师's words, Zheng Xun's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He knew perfectly well that Lin Yan hadn't recognized him only after he left the house; she had clearly noticed him while they were at the teahouse.

The reason it doesn't greet you is because you lower your head first.

She lowered her head the moment Lin Yan entered, afraid that Lin Yan would recognize her.

The reason she was afraid of being recognized by Lin Yan was because she couldn't let go of her pride.

Back in Qingtian Town, he felt a great sense of superiority over Lin Yan. But now, Lin Yan had become a high-ranking, three-times-skin-sharpening martial artist, while his own family had suffered a dramatic fall in fortune due to the Tang family's troubles. Their positions had suddenly reversed, and he was afraid of seeing smugness or ridicule on Lin Yan's face.

Lin Yan noticed this, which is why he didn't greet him inside the teahouse, but waited until he went outside to tell Zhu the镖头 (bodyguard).

Lin Yan's understated thoughtfulness made him feel utterly ashamed.

"Let's go, it's time to set off."

Zhu Xiao looked at Zheng Xun's complicated expression and didn't say anything more. He learned about Lin Yan's background from the chief镖头 (bodyguard), and could roughly guess what the situation was between Lin Yan and Zheng Xun.

In fact, besides asking him to take care of Zheng Xun, Lin Yan also left him a fifty-tael silver note.

However, the silver note will not be given to Zheng Xun for the time being. It will be handed over to him after Zheng Xun has calmed down.

PS: I originally planned to post one chapter at midnight and one in the afternoon, but I think I'll just post them both at midnight. If I have the chance to add an extra chapter, I'll post it in the afternoon. Also, my good buddy Mo Mo from Jiudeng for ten years, it's rare that we both launched our books at the same time, and it's rare that our results are about the same. Now his new book's monthly votes are one place higher than mine, and he's such a scoundrel, making all sorts of sarcastic remarks. There's a difference of 200 votes, and even during the double vote period, it's only 100 votes. Everyone, please help me out and let this guy know that there are red chrysanthemums besides yellow ones!

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