Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 32 Reflections in the Lake

"Grandma? Do you know what's in here?"

"I don't know." Wen Xiangyi shook her head. "But I think this thing should be thrown away."

"what?"

"Grandson, you know that I've been arguing with that old man all the time, right?"

How could Lin Jiang not know?

They argue all day long, and sometimes they even fight. Even a fool would know that.

"We had a fight because of this." Wen Xiangyi pointed to the box in Lin Jiang's hand:

"Don't you want to learn some skills? Actually, your grandfather is also very capable, and quite capable at that."

Lin Jiang didn't say anything.

He naturally knew that.

Grandma has lived with him for so long, she must know that too.

Just now, Wen Xiangyi clearly saw that Lin Shengfeng had grown a third arm, but she acted as if nothing had happened, and without asking Lin Jiang what was going on, she directly helped Lin Shengfeng into the inner room.

Wen Xiangyi's face showed a nostalgic expression as she recalled events from long ago:
“When I was young, I met him. He was very handsome back then, not much different from you now. He also had a nice voice, so I was deceived by him. I married him, started a business with him, and we were together for ten years. He never told me that he was capable.”

"Later, your father was born and grew up. Suddenly, a group of people came to the house. They talked to the old man and asked him to take out the box. The old man took out the box and then smashed their heads open one by one."

"It wasn't until then that I realized he was capable, and very capable at that, more capable than the pillars I've hired now, and more capable than all the people in Cangsong and Hanbai combined."

"But what good is any skill? If you take this unlucky thing, people will keep coming after you. I argued with him and told him to throw it away, but he refused, saying it was very important."

"That's why I separated from him, so your father can come to my place often."

Lin Jiang finally understood why his grandfather and grandmother had been arguing all these years.

The old lady would certainly feel that a mysterious box had brought so much danger to the house.

Wen Xiangyi walked to Lin Jiang's side and placed her hands on his palms:
"So I didn't like this box. I listened to my grandma and threw it away. She had someone take the box to the middle of the sea, tie it with stones, and sink it into the ocean. No one could find it again."

Lin Jiang could tell that Wen Xiangyi was really worried about him.

Out of the blue, his son died, his daughter-in-law died, and the old bastard he always cursed went mad.

The only remaining normal relative is Lin Jiang.

In her opinion, this box was a disaster!
Can……

Lin Jiang looked at the box.

This hot potato probably holds the secret to why Lin Jiang was able to come back from the dead.

and……

He didn't really want to throw it away.

"You don't want to throw it away?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Wen Xiangyi asked.

“Grandpa has kept this thing all his life. It must be very important to him. If we throw it away, Grandpa will be very sad.”

This is the truth.

Something left behind after a lifetime of hard work must be very important.

Wen Xiangyi's eyes softened instantly.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything more, no matter how forceful the words were.

She could only sigh deeply:
"Then this box has already been lost. I don't know where it is, and neither do you."

"Yes, it was lost a long time ago."

Lin Jiang put it back into his oversized clothes.

Wen Xiangyi sat back down in her seat, her body slightly hunched, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, she sighed.
"Grandson, do you want to roam the martial world?"

"It's not about traveling the martial arts world. I met a friend who is looking for a master painter. If she finds one, she will inevitably have to visit him. We can't have Wu Xingjia following us the whole way."

"Sigh, sigh, sigh..."

Wen Xiangyi sighed three times in a row before waving her hand:
"Let Grandma think about this first. She'll think about it some more. You've had a long journey, so go and rest. If you want to learn a skill, go find Dazhu first."

"Okay." Lin Jiang wasn't actually that tired, but he needed to change his clothes.

We climbed mountains and passed through towns, riding in horse-drawn carriages; our clothes were already dirty.

Several beautiful maids led Lin Jiang to a room, not the one by the lake, but another, larger room.

This is a room that Wen Xiangyi specially prepared for Lin Jiang. It has a large bed, a large table, a tall bookshelf full of classic stories, and even a bathtub made of stones that has been carefully polished by craftsmen.

The bathtub is connected to the lake water. Wen Xiangyi had a craftsman modify the inlet and outlet of the water inlet. There is a stone door that can be opened to let in clean water.

All you need to do is tell the woodshed, and you can enjoy a hot bath.

It is said that they borrowed the methods from the perfume shop next door.

Lin Jiang didn't understand the specifics, but he really wanted to wash up, so he asked the maid to inform the people outside, and then he wanted to take off his clothes himself.

When Lin Jiang was halfway through taking off his clothes, he realized that only one maid had left, and the remaining one was staring at him expectantly.

"what are you doing?"

"Serve the young master."

Lin Jiang: "..."

He remembered that this hadn't happened when he last came here.

Lin Jiang didn't like having someone watching him while he was taking a bath, so he waved his hand and told the maid to leave.

The maid looked regretful, but dared not disobey Lin Jiang's wishes, and left.

After changing into his home clothes, Lin Jiang waited on the bed for quite a while before the water finally got warm.

He then took a small, leak-proof bowl from the cabinet, prepared some clean water, heated it until it was almost boiled, and then soaked the ginseng in it as well.

And so, Lin Jiang soaked in the pool, while Xiao Shanshen soaked in a bowl floating on top of the pool. A large towel was placed on top of Lin Jiang's head, and a small towel was placed on top of Xiao Shanshen's head.

It's time to rest.

After enjoying a hot bath for a while, Lin Jiang came out, dried himself off, took a piece of paper, ground ink, and began to write a letter.

He remembered that unlucky brother from Qingniwa.

After writing one letter, Lin Jiang worried that it might not be delivered, so he simply wrote three or four more. After sealing them all, he changed into clean clothes and went out.

A maidservant saw that he wanted to leave and quickly stopped him:

"Young Master, it's almost dinner time. Where are you headed?"

"It's been a long time since I've been to Cangsong. I'll just wander around the town for a bit and then come back."

According to the rules, the maid felt she should stop him, but when Lin Jiang put his hand on her shoulder and patted it lightly twice, the maid felt that the scenery in front of her was all messed up, and her heart was pounding wildly.

When they came to their senses, Lin Jiang had already disappeared.

She stomped her foot in embarrassment and hurriedly went to find Wen Xiangyi.

……

Lin Jiang went out onto the street. It was getting dark, and several nightclubs had already hung lanterns outside. The street was still bustling with activity.

Lin Jiang first found the post station where the horse ran and gave them the first letter. Then he found Wu Xingjia and gave him the second letter. He had Xiao Shanshen secretly throw the third letter into the pile of letters at the post station. He didn't know who to give the last letter to, so he kept it for himself.

If not a single letter is delivered, he will have to make a trip to the north in person.

After all this was done, the lakeside was at its liveliest. Several theaters had sent girls out to find wealthy young men to come in, and the vendors at the night market were shouting their wares at the top of their lungs.

Some young men and women were walking along the road, with a few early-blooming flowers pinned in their hair.

In Chongqing, it's customary to wear flowers; it's considered elegant.

In the distance, a large flower boat is slowly sailing across the lake. Behind the screen on the boat, one can vaguely see the figures of beautiful women and hear the sounds of orchestral music.

Lin Jiang calculated that it was almost time to go back for dinner, but he had just taken a step when he suddenly heard someone shout in panic from the shore:

"Someone has fallen into the water! Someone has fallen into the water!"

With a frown, Lin Jiang quickly walked to the shore.

The area was packed with people, but not a single one went into the lake.

He saw a man dressed as a fisherman struggling in the water.

By the light of the bright lights along the riverbank, Lin Jiang could vaguely see a dark shadow circling around the fisherman's feet!

(End of this chapter)