Wuxia Fantasy: Starting with the Revitalization of the Beggars' Sect

"A rope? What use would you, young master, have for a rope?"

Uncle Liu asked, puzzled.

Lin Ye said, "To be honest, my ancestors used to make a living by picking herbs. I saw that there are many precious herbs on the cliffs here, which are really good medicines for healing injuries and curing diseases. I couldn't resist picking some."

"The master's estate has abundant medicinal herbs. Young master is a distinguished guest of the master. If you wish to have any illness treated, just ask the master. I believe the master will not refuse. Why would you risk climbing that treacherous cliff again?"

"It's not for treating any illness, it's just to satisfy my masturbation urge."

Uncle Liu laughed and said, "Young master, your tastes are too strange. Alright, I'll find you a sturdy rope after I go down the mountain."

As Liu Bo was about to leave, Lin Ye suddenly grabbed his hand and said:

"Uncle, when you come back, please take the rope to my house, but don't let anyone see it. After all, I'm the one who wanted to buy this rope, and I don't want the owner to know and have to spend more money."

"I understand."

After the conversation ended, Uncle Liu and his son drove the mules down the mountain.

Lin Ye returned to his room. He didn't plan to go out today; he couldn't go out every day, lest he arouse Zhu Changling's suspicion.

It will take Uncle Liu three days to go down the mountain, several more days to prepare supplies, and another three days to come back up the mountain. It will probably take more than ten days to wait.

However, he didn't stay there all the time. He took some time to survey the terrain and confirm that there wasn't much of a deviation.

During the days of waiting, Zhu Jiuzhen was not idle. Whenever she had time, she would run to Lin Ye's room, and sometimes she would call Lin Ye to her own room. In short, she would spend most of the day joking with Lin Ye.

It was said to be a joke, but it was actually surveillance, in case Lin Ye suddenly disappeared.

After that, they used the same methods they used against Zhang Wuji to deal with Lin Ye.

Zhu Changling taught Zhu Jiuzhen martial arts, but he made no attempt to hide it from Lin Ye, and always had him watch from the sidelines.

They were unceremonious, and Lin Ye was even more so, meticulously examining the martial arts of Zhu Ziliu's lineage.

Back then, the four guardians and disciples under the "Southern Emperor" Master Yideng were "fisherman, woodcutter, farmer, and scholar." Zhu Ziliu was named "scholar," meaning he was a scholar.

His exquisite martial arts skills were all derived from calligraphy, so when they were passed down to Zhu Changling and Zhu Jiuzhen, they did not forget to study calligraphy all day long. However, they were mediocre and could not carry forward the martial arts of their predecessors.

Seeing that Lin Ye was watching carefully, Zhu Changling deliberately showed off his skills. He leaped into the air, extended his index finger in mid-air, and touched the wooden stake in the courtyard.

With a loud bang, wood chips flew everywhere where the stake had been pointing, instantly creating a large hole.

Zhu Jiuzhen immediately cheered, "Incredible! Incredible! Father, your Finger Zen technique is truly amazing!"

Zhu Changling listened with a smug look on his face, but praise from his own daughter wasn't enough. He then asked Lin Ye,

"Brother Zhang, what do you think of my skills?"

Although Lin Ye did not know the One-Finger Divine Skill, he knew that it was a wonderful finger technique that perfectly combined supreme internal energy, medical theory and martial arts.

It's definitely not as simple as Zhu Changling made it out to be.

Zhu Changling struck the wooden stake with his finger. Although it seemed to be incredibly powerful, judging from the large area of ​​destruction, it was more like he was forcibly destroying it with his own internal force, rather than using finger techniques to enhance its destructive power.

If another master with higher internal strength were to change their finger techniques, they could achieve the same effect. How then could the subtlety of One-Finger Divine Skill be demonstrated?

Then there's the legendary One-Finger Divine Skill. Once mastered to the highest level, it can unleash finger force several feet into the air, reaching the point of injuring people with invisible internal energy.

Compared to him, Zhu Changling was far inferior; he merely imitated the form without understanding the meaning, only adding to the absurdity of the situation.

Of course, Lin Ye's martial arts skills were inferior to Zhu Changling's, and he might have misunderstood something.

He naturally wouldn't say what he really thought, but simply complimented:

"Is this the legendary One Finger Divine Skill that can turn the world upside down with a single finger? It has truly broadened my horizons. When Senior Zhu used it, his aura was truly overwhelming."

Zhu Changling was very pleased to hear this, laughed heartily for a while, and then suddenly sighed.

"It's a pity that my daughter is dull-witted and unable to master the techniques. I also have no clever disciples. I'm afraid this skill will be lost a hundred years from now."

The implication was that he wanted to take Lin Ye as his disciple and teach him this profound martial art.

If it were truly the One-Finger Divine Skill, Lin Ye would naturally want to learn it, but what he had clearly mastered was no longer the authentic One-Finger Divine Skill; the manual had probably been lost.

He might run away any day. It would be one thing if he didn't extort something from him before he left, but to expect him to become his disciple and kowtow to him would be too ridiculous.

Seeing that Lin Ye didn't respond, Zhu Changling felt quite embarrassed and didn't dare to bring it up again.

After teaching Zhu Jiuzhen martial arts for a while, the servants had already prepared the meal.

After inviting Lin Ye to dinner, they chatted for a while before finally parting ways.

That evening, after Zhu Changling had his servants confirm that Lin Ye was asleep, he closed the door.

He went behind the screen, took a stack of books from the bookshelf behind it, and pressed them in their original positions, causing the bookshelf to immediately split open.

He tapped on a piece of ground again, and the stone slab separating the bookshelves immediately split open, revealing a hole in the ground.

The cave was big enough for one person to enter and exit, so Zhu Changling went down with a candle in his hand.

Below were several underground stone chambers, all lit by firelight. Zhu Changling quickly arrived at one of the chambers, where two people were already waiting for him.

One was Wu Lie, a descendant of Wu Santong, the "Geng" in "Fisherman, Woodcutter, Farmer, and Scholar," and a family friend of Zhu Changling.

The other is Yao Qingquan, nicknamed "Chasing the Wind for a Thousand Miles," who is Zhu Ziliu's sworn brother.

The two avoided Lin Ye's gaze and arrived at the underground chamber, where Lin Ye naturally could not see them.

Upon seeing Zhu Changling enter and after he was seated, Wu Lie asked, "Brother Zhu, how's that lad?"

Zhu Changling shook his head.

"That kid is extremely cautious. Zhen'er and I tried to win him over, but he refused to reveal his background to us. Today, I tried to hint that I wanted to take him as my apprentice, but he didn't appreciate it."

Yao Qingquan said, "Fortunately, we made two preparations."

"That's right, I think we should act quickly and start planning tomorrow."

Wu Lie laughed and said, "What a pity for Brother Zhu's century-old foundation."

"For the Dragon-Slaying Saber, this sacrifice is nothing. The Dragon-Slaying Saber commands the world, and none dare disobey. Once we obtain the Dragon-Slaying Saber, it will be the time for the three of us brothers to dominate the martial arts world. At that time, will we still have to worry about not being able to get back what we lost?"

"However, you two brothers must perform this act well and make sure that kid doesn't see through your act."

"Brother, please rest assured."

Wu Lie and Yao Qingquan said in unison.

One night passed.

The next day, Zhu Jiuzhen invited Lin Ye to her small study to practice calligraphy.

Lin Ye calculated the time; it had been ten days since Uncle Liu went down the mountain. Ten days was the time stipulated by Hongmei Manor, so he should be back soon.

Sure enough, not long after, the sound of five or six mules trotting on the ground came from the backyard.

Lin Ye made an excuse to leave the study and went to the backyard. Sure enough, Uncle Liu had already delivered the goods.