Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 53 How can this little bit of treasure be enough?
Linjiang's location is easy to find. The lakeside is such a large waterway that even a blind person could find it in no time by tapping with a cane.

Upon reaching the door, one of the young men was asked to inquire about Lin Jiang's whereabouts. The maid refused to answer, so the young man began to sing, making the maid dizzy, which eventually revealed Lin Jiang's location to her.

When the young man returned, the maid didn't even remember seeing him.

This is a skill called "eloquence" or "speaking, imitating, teasing, and singing." It was originally a skill for making a living in Erliqiao, but different people use it to achieve different effects.

I sing well, shouldn't you give me some compensation?
"Lin Jiang went to find Qian Tongtie, apparently to build some kind of treasure." The young man pointed to a street corner: "He's going out of the city."

"Hey." The old man scratched his head. "They actually got in touch."

They walked from inside the pine tree to outside, following it all the way to a large mansion, which they recognized as Qian Tongtie's residence.

The three young men opened their eyes, pinched their ears, and used a wooden stick to imitate ventriloquism. Smoke actually flowed from their bodies, creating a vivid picture around the old man.

Lin Jiang was seen talking to an old man inside the room.

"Can you make this?"

"I can build it, but what are you going to do with this little thing?"

"I have my own purpose."

In the scene, Qian Tongtie is holding a blueprint, looking completely bewildered. He clearly doesn't know why Lin Jiang made it, but seeing that Lin Jiang has offered money, he reluctantly accepts it.
"You have three items in total. It will take me two months to process them all. Is there anything else?"

Lin Jiang shook his head and left the house.

After he came out, he seemed to suddenly realize something and looked in the direction of the old man and the three young men.

The old man was slightly startled and waved his brocade robe.

Lin Jiang only saw an old beggar who looked somewhat familiar.

He waved in the direction of the old beggar, then turned and left.

The old man didn't speak, but the young man beside him lowered his voice and read aloud:

“Old man, half of your method has been seen through. Your benefactor, who is so happy, is quite capable.”

"He's younger than us, right? Where did he get such great skills?"

The three young men were curious. They had all been specially selected to cultivate since childhood. They were talented and hardworking. They could be considered diligent even if they weren't geniuses.

Even so, it was impossible for someone who had specially trained their eyesight to see through the old man's brocade robe.

That's a high-end treasure!

"That's interesting."

The old man also raised an eyebrow.

When Lin Jiang was fighting the tiger, the old man could naturally tell that Lin Jiang had the skill of physical strength training, and that he was able to smash that powerful monster to death.

Looking at it now, it's clear that this is more than just a skill that requires physical strength.

The old man liked capable people, especially capable young people, because he believed that such young people would definitely become even more skilled in the future.

Composing himself, the old man looked at the house before him again.

This is the house of the Iron Casting Division, and Lin Jiang intends to forge something truly precious.

After thinking for a moment, he strode forward and headed directly towards the mansion.

The guard saw the old man approaching and intended to stop him, but the old man stopped at the gate, coughed lightly, and called out into the courtyard:

"Qian Tongtie".

The fact that the guards addressed him by his given name left them bewildered, unsure whether to intervene or not.

The door opened, and Qian Tongtie, his face grim, hurried out.

"Who is it? Don't you know to come in and call me?"

As soon as he stepped outside, he spotted the old man in front of him.

Qian Tongtie's face turned pale with fright.

In a panic, he knelt down before the old man with a thud.

"You...how did you get here?"

"I heard that the scenery in Chongqing is beautiful, the wine is delicious, and the fish is tasty, so I came here." The old man chuckled and said, "Get up."

Qian Tongtie got up again, trembling with fear, and then immediately invited the old man and the three young men into the courtyard.

The guards were somewhat stunned, truly unsure of the old man's identity.

After entering the courtyard, he first summoned his family members, intending to host a banquet for the old man, but the old man waved his hand:
"I didn't come here just for a meal."

"Is there something else you need from me?"

"Wasn't a handsome young man making treasures here just now?"

Qian Tongtie nodded: "He needs to make three treasures in total. Two of them are fragments of demonic creatures, and the other one needs me to forge with steel."

Then, cautiously, he asked:
"Do you know him?" "What quality can you produce with your skills?" The old man did not answer him directly.

Qian Tongtie immediately straightened his chest:

"Even the young master who's in charge of the Casting Department right now, his skills might not be as good as mine! But that young master Lin doesn't actually have many materials on hand, and the two items he sent are of mediocre quality. The treasure he can make will at most be at the outer hall level."

"As for the last thing, he wants to make a strange little hammer. Since there are no raw materials, I plan to make one for him out of ordinary refined iron."

What are the raw materials?

Qian Tongtie immediately went inside, touched the things, and took out a tiger skin and a strange lantern.

The old man glanced at it and frowned:
"It's too low-class and not presentable."

He turned to the young man behind him and said, "Go and get me a piece of clothing and a lantern, and also a good piece of iron essence."

Qian Tongtie was dumbfounded.

“Keep these two raw materials for yourself,” the old man patted Qian Tongtie on the shoulder. “In the next two months, use the iron essence I gave you to make that little hammer. Then, treat those two treasures as if they were made by you and give them to that young man.”

After explaining everything, the old man turned and left.

Qian Tongtie was left completely bewildered.

He did know that this important figure had a penchant for giving advice to young people, but stuffing something into his hand was a bit too direct.

Could that young man be his grandson?

……

On the way back, the old man turned to the three young men beside him and asked:
"What else do you think he needs?"

“Give him some silver; I think his family is quite poor.” The first young man thought for a moment: “He only manages this small lake; how much money can he possibly earn?”

"The governor has already gone to his house," the second young man said. "It's more appropriate for the governor to handle the money; we shouldn't get involved."

The third young man spotted something on the street, jogged over, tore down a notice, and handed it to the old man.

The old man took it, glanced at it, and smiled.

"It's interesting that he actually needs to learn new skills."

Turning to look at the three young men:
What tricks do you think we should teach him?

"Since you like him, why don't you teach him your skills?"

"My skills are not easy to learn."

Suddenly turning his head, the old man saw a white bird flying in from a distance.

He reached out and caught the white bird, which landed in his palm.

The old man took the letter off his ankle, opened it, and immediately frowned.

"Old man?"

“We’ve located the pageboy; he seems to be looking for me too.” The old man squinted. “They seem quite certain they can kill me.”

"Grandpa, should we call Brother He back?"

"It's no use." The old man waved his hand. "If the pageboy were from another lineage, more people might be able to handle him, but this lineage is a disease, not a cure. Going there will only lead to death."

"But your injuries...why don't we leave first?"

"You went to all this trouble to find him just to get a refund?" The old man laughed and scolded, "They sent a sick person out because they knew I didn't want to see people die. If I go back now to call my old friend, by the time I return, many people in Chongqing will probably be dead."

"Don't worry, if it were before, I really wouldn't have been confident in dealing with that page, but now..."

The old man took out the prescription:
"With someone helping me, how can I not deal with him?"

The three young people didn't say anything, but they were still worried.

They really couldn't persuade the old man.

The old man is good in every way: he hates evil, is highly skilled, and is protective of his own. The only problem is that someone of his high status like him is willing to do things personally, and there are really few people who can fight better than him.

But that's so dangerous.

"I'll go find that page first. You can contact a few of my old friends. As long as one more comes, I'll take action immediately."

The old man turned his horse around, intending to leave, but then suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at the three young men:

"I don't have time to teach him, the three of you can come and teach him."

Having said that, he spurred his horse and rode away.

Only three young people remained, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The three of us?
What can the three of us teach?

(End of this chapter)