In this world, only the sons of wealthy and powerful families would choose this path. Therefore, even though he knew that the path of immortality was the most powerful and offered the broadest prospects, Lin Yang could not choose this path.
Martial arts, in essence, is the way of martial arts. It is divided into acquired, innate, and grandmaster levels, and is truly a choice for the poor. In the early stages, one is basically cannon fodder, and Lin Yang was unwilling to take this path.
Unless one possesses extraordinary talent and can attain enlightenment through martial arts, cultivating a golden core, only then can one be considered truly equal to others. But in the world today, besides the swordsman Wang Yue, how many others possess such ability?
Next comes the path of the physical body, which requires the battlefield. Especially at the initial stages, a large amount of blood and energy is needed. Where is Lin Yang, with his small arms and legs, supposed to find enough blood and energy out of thin air?
Therefore, although there are four main roads, Lin Yang actually doesn't have many choices.
Without hesitation, Lin Yang said, "Qing'er, go and buy some writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. Buy the brushes from the mountain god temple ten miles away, and get the ink from Butcher Hu's house, using the blood and heart of a pig that has just died. As for the paper, I have prepared it myself."
"Also, when you go out, pay attention to your expression and put away your smile. If someone asks you about my condition, pretend to be sad and don't say anything. If someone keeps asking, just cry. Then say, 'I'm perfectly fine.'"
"Make sure you remember this clearly, don't make a mistake, it concerns our fate in three days. Oh, and buy some more pork. After all, you need to make some preparations before you flee."
"Oh, I understand, I'll go right away. Although I don't know what the young master is doing, he's given me a very impressive aura ever since he woke up. Anyway, listening to the young master is always the right thing to do," Su Qing'er said with a smile.
Watching Su Qing'er's cheerful figure, accompanied by a cough, Lin Yang stretched his somewhat stiff body and stood up.
"Phew, still no good. This body is still a bit too weak. In a head-on confrontation, I probably couldn't even beat a few of Wang Kun's thugs. But thankfully, my predecessor was a scholar." While thinking of a solution, Lin Yang rubbed his legs, chest, abdomen, and other areas, trying to familiarize himself with his body.
"As a scholar, my predecessor was quite qualified, at least he cultivated literary energy. In layman's terms, he entered the first stage, albeit only the early stage. But if he had prepared, killing Wang Kun and his lackeys wouldn't have been impossible."
Lost in thought, Lin Yang arrived at the main hall. There, many ancestral tablets were enshrined, all made of wood. From Lin Yang's great-grandfather to his father, all were listed among them.
Upon seeing this scene, Lin Yang felt a lump in his throat, remembering his deceased parents. Lin Yang knew this was an unconscious action of the original owner of this body. Even so, he couldn't help but frown. It seemed that these three great regrets should be resolved as soon as possible.
"With all our ancestors above, your unfilial son Lin Yang has no choice but to destroy the family genealogy today in order to face the great enemy. After this calamity is over, your unfilial son will surely rebuild the ancestral hall."
After saying that, Lin Yang lit an incense stick and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.
Cough, cough...
"This body is really in poor condition, quite weak. I need to take good care of myself these next few days," Lin Yang said subconsciously.
After speaking, he picked up a family genealogy book directly from below the ancestral tablets. Unlike the relatively recent ancestral tablets, this genealogy book was quite old.
The moment you hold it in your hand, you can feel that the paper of the genealogy book is of exceptional quality. Even after all these years, it remains smooth and without any obvious flaws.
Therefore, it can be concluded that the Lin family must have been extremely wealthy and influential when this genealogy was compiled. Ordinary families would not have been able to afford to spend tens of taels of silver specifically to create a genealogy.
However, Lin Yang valued the accumulated incense offerings even more. As a scholar who had just cultivated his literary energy, he relied entirely on his words to kill.
For example, if Lin Yang uses his literary energy to write the character "kill," then that character naturally possesses lethal power. It's similar to a Taoist talisman; you just need to prepare it in advance and activate it at the crucial moment.
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"Young Master, I'm back," Su Qing'er said softly and cheerfully, afraid that her voice would be too loud and others would hear.
She was carrying a ceramic jar in her left hand, a sealed calligraphy brush in her right, and an iron sword on her back. Her eyes were still red with tear stains; it was obvious she had been crying again.
"Qing'er, who have asked you about this?" Lin Yang asked.
As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Although it's just dealing with a minor figure like Wang Kun, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. It's best not to let your guard down before you succeed.
"Yes, there's Widow Liu from the village, and that village rogue Zhang Daniu. Especially that Zhang Daniu, he said you won't live much longer, young master, it's infuriating!" Su Qing'er clenched her little fists and said fiercely. She looked like she wanted to devour him, even when she was angry, she was still so cute.
"It's alright. We'll wipe them all out in three days. If they're clueless, we'll just kill them all then," Lin Yang said nonchalantly.
After saying that, Lin Yang opened the earthenware jar, and a strong, pungent smell of blood wafted out.
"Great, this jar of pig's head blood is of excellent quality and fresh, it couldn't be better."
After speaking, Lin Yang picked up the calligraphy brush he had bought from the mountain god temple. The end of the brush was shaped like the mountain god. The brush body was quite thick, at least twice as heavy as a regular calligraphy brush.
Moreover, in Zhang Fan's Divine Eye of Fortune, this writing brush was tinged with wisps of white mist, making it a low-grade magical artifact. Its sole purpose, however, was simply to write characters.
"Qing'er, go and process this jar of pig's head and heart blood. Add water and tiger peach juice in a 1:1:3 ratio, and then..."
Speaking of which, this method of using pig's head blood to prepare spiritual ink was invented by the chosen ones after the third cycle began, combining modern technology with the specific circumstances of this world.
It was of excellent quality and low price, with remarkable results. Therefore, Lin Yang borrowed it in advance. As for the original inventor, Cai Yong, Lin Yang could only say, "You are a magnanimous old man, please don't hold it against me."
"Also, tonight I'm going to stay up all night writing to cultivate my literary talent and try to write as many characters as possible. So, please prepare some nourishing foods like chicken soup in advance. Thank you for your help with that," Lin Yang said with some emotion.
All I can say is that I'm lucky to have the capable Qing'er by my side. Otherwise, I would truly have to flee to the ends of the earth and only return to seek revenge after I've achieved some success in my cultivation.
The entire process—moistening the brush, putting down the brush, moving the brush, lifting the brush—was as smooth as flowing water, completed in one go. Then, a large character for "stillness" appeared.
After a moment's thought, Zhang Fan wrote two large characters on the paper: "Records of the Grand Historian." Following that was the "Annals of Emperor Gaozu."
Gaozu was a native of Zhongyang Village, Fengyi County, Pei County. His surname was Liu, and his given name was Ji. His father was Taigong, and his mother was Liu Ao. His ancestor Liu Ao once rested by the bank of a large marsh and dreamed of encountering a god. At that time, there was thunder and lightning and darkness. Taigong went to look and saw a dragon above her. Afterwards, she became pregnant and gave birth to Gaozu.
Emperor Gaozu was a man of striking appearance, with a prominent nose and a dragon-like face, a beautiful beard, and seventy-two black moles on his left thigh. He was benevolent and loving, generous, and magnanimous. He was always magnanimous and did not engage in family production or manual labor. When he grew up, he tried his hand at officialdom and became the head of the Sishui Pavilion. He was familiar with and disrespected all the officials in the court. He was fond of wine and women. He often borrowed wine from Wang Ao and Wu Fu, and when he was drunk and asleep, Wu Fu and Wang Ao saw a dragon above him, which they found strange. Whenever Emperor Gaozu bought wine and stayed to drink, the amount of wine he drank would be several times the original price. After they found out about this strange occurrence, at the end of the year, these two families would always cancel their contracts and refuse to pay.
Emperor Gaozu often traveled to Xianyang. Looking around, he saw the Qin Emperor and sighed, "Alas, a true man should be like this!"
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Soon, a copy of the Annals of Emperor Gaozu was completed. At this moment, Lin Yang seemed to be divinely inspired, entering a state of ethereal tranquility. Even those who didn't understand calligraphy would feel a sense of awe and wonder upon seeing the characters on the paper.
Zhao Ke wears a silk tassel, and Wu Gou (a type of hook) shines like frost and snow.
A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star.
He can kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles.
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