The Young Ranger Jiang Yin

As a grandmaster, Huang Yaoshi far surpasses Jiang Yin in both realm and practical experience.

But strangely, he couldn't gain any advantage at this time.

In terms of swordsmanship and finger techniques alone, he is not much stronger than Jiang Yin.

If you want to win, you can only use your realm and powerful internal force to suppress others.

But Huang Yaoshi is very proud, so how could he do such a thing as bullying the weak?

So, the two fought for hundreds of rounds, but in the end there was no winner.

"Hahaha! So satisfying! I never thought there is someone in the world who can compete with me in finger and sword skills. Jiang Xiaoyou, if you were born a few decades earlier, I would definitely become your brother. If you were born a dozen years earlier, I would definitely make you my son-in-law."

Huang Yaoshi's words surprised Jiang Yin.

Be a son-in-law?

This...is not so good.

After Jiang Yin realized what was happening, he smiled and said, "Friendship is based on the heart, why does it need a name?"

"Right! That's exactly the point. After meeting you, I seem a little petty."

The more Huang Yaoshi looked at Jiang Yin, the more he liked him. He had the idea of accepting him as his disciple. He had many regrets in his life, one of which was that he had no real successor.

There were many talented people among his six former disciples, but two of them rebelled, and he broke the legs of the remaining four in a fit of rage and expelled them from the sect.

These six disciples are basically useless.

Then there is his own daughter Huang Rong.

He had good talent, but unfortunately he was not serious about martial arts training in the early stage. In the later stage, he became the apprentice of the Beggar of the North and the leader of the Beggars' Sect, which was equivalent to being poached.

Cheng Ying, whom he accepted in his later years, was quite good, but in terms of talent, she was far from the top level.

So, he took a fancy to Jiang Yin, but changed his mind and gave up.

Because he felt he was unworthy.

With Jiang Yin's talent, perhaps in a few years, he would be able to be on par with him.

What qualifications does he have to be the other person's master?

"My dear friend, what do you think of my finger-snapping ability?"

"It is a first-rate finger technique. My Phantom Yin Finger is not bad, but compared with the senior's finger-snapping magic, it lacks some explosive power.

In terms of finger strength alone, the senior is still better."

"Haha, the coldness in your finger power should not be underestimated. If your internal strength is a little lower, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist it at all. Both have their own merits. I wonder if you are interested in learning my finger-snapping magic?"

"Senior, do you want to teach me?"

Jiang Yin asked in surprise, is there such a good thing?

"That's right. The Rising Sea Song is a thank you gift from The Smiling Proud Wanderer, and the Finger Magic is to thank you for saving my disciple.

Of course, the most important thing is that I like you very much. If I can pass this unique skill on to you, it will surely flourish."

Huang Yao always does things as he pleases.

He was still a little hesitant at first, but Jiang Yin's words, that friendship lies in the heart, so why bother about status, woke him up.

Yes, since you want to pass on your legacy, why bother about the status of master and disciple?

Is he the kind of person who cares about his reputation after death?

The main reason for wanting to pass on his skills is that he does not want his martial arts to be forgotten a hundred years later.

Moreover, he is an old and experienced man. Looking at Jiang Yin's expression, Huang Yaoshi knew that the other party was quite interested in his finger-snapping magic.

In that case, why not pass it on to the other party?

Kill two birds with one stone.

"Thank you, senior!"

Jiang Yin would naturally not refuse the benefits that were delivered to him. "Haha, you are a straightforward person. Okay, then I will pass on this magical power of snapping fingers to you."

If it were an ordinary person, he might refuse, but Jiang Yin didn't care about these empty formalities.

What's more, the person he was facing, Huang Yaoshi, hated red tape the most. What if he was too evasive and the other party stopped teaching him?

About half an hour later.

Jiang Yin was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock.

He stretched out his right hand, with a small stone held between his middle and index fingers.

The next moment, he flicked his middle finger and the stone flew out!

Boom!

The stone hit a big tree three meters away. With a loud bang, a big hole was made in the tree.

But the stone continued to move forward and hit another tree.

It went in more than an inch before it stopped.

Jiang Yin's eyes lit up. It worked!

"My friend, your understanding is really enviable. You have just learned the finger-snapping magic, and yet you have such power. This method has already achieved a small level of success."

Huang Yaoshi was full of praise. In just half an hour, Jiang Yin had mastered the Finger Flickering Divine Ability and had directly passed the entry level and entered the minor success stage.

This was certainly due to the fact that Jiang Yin already knew many finger techniques, but the fundamental reason was his amazing talent.

Not everyone is so good at drawing inferences from one instance to another.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I will give you a gift someday."

Jiang Yin stood up and bowed.

"Oh? I wonder what gift you plan to give me?"

This made Huang Yaoshi a little curious.

"I will send the gift to Xiangyang, and you will know it then."

"Haha, OK, then I will wait for your reply. I had a great chat with you, so let's stop here today. I'm leaving now."

"Senior, are you not going back to Lujiazhuang?"

"No, I won't go back. I get angry when I see Guo Jing's stupid head."

Huang Yaoshi's words clearly showed that he was quite dissatisfied with Guo Jing.

Huang Yaoshi still admired what Guo Jing did.

But what he disliked most in his life was people like Guo Jing who followed the rules, so he could never stand him.

Of course, there may also be some natural hostility from the father-in-law towards his son-in-law.

Looking at Huang Yaoshi's departing back, Jiang Yin felt that this man lived a very free and easy life.

No shackles, no taboos, just free and easy.

After acquiring the magical power of snapping fingers, Jiang Yin returned to Lujiazhuang. At this time, it was already completely dark.

"Brother Jiang? Why are you back alone? Where is my master?"

Cheng Ying asked in confusion.

"Senior Huang is gone."

"Gone? Master is still so elusive."

Hearing this, Cheng Ying could only smile helplessly.

She didn't find it strange at all that Huang Yaoshi would do such a thing.

"Miss Cheng, if you are free, you can go with me to a place tomorrow."

"Where to go?"

Jiang Yin's sudden invitation surprised Cheng Ying a little.

"Go find your brother."

"My senior brother?"

"Feng Mofeng."

"Do you know the whereabouts of Senior Brother Feng?" Cheng Ying asked in surprise.

This is the gift Jiang Yin prepared for Huang Yaoshi.

Feng Mofeng!

The youngest disciple of Huang Yaoshi back then now lives near Xiangyang and works as a blacksmith.

Before Jiang Yin came back, he went to the bookstore again and asked the owner to help him find it.

It was not difficult to find a lame blacksmith in a small area, so the news soon spread.

This incident made Jiang Yin realize the benefits of having a powerful force.

Although he knows a lot of secrets, he still needs manpower to investigate in order to correspond to this world.

If you do everything by yourself, it will take up too much energy.

Using the Ming Dynasty court's intelligence network but not working for the Ming Dynasty court, this is the feeling of just taking benefits without doing any work, it's really... too cool!

Of course, this is actually the benefit of Jiang Yin’s own hard work.

The Queen Mother's life and Yun Luo's guidance were the price he paid.

It's just that he felt that the price he paid was far less than the benefits he gained.

"It might be nice to have a force of my own."