You Don't Seem Much Like a Cultivator

In the backyard of the Qian residence, two people were inside, while a yellow horse ridden by each person was outside.

Leaning against the courtyard wall, Jiang Lin was contemplating life, a blade of grass dangling from his lips, while Cheng Huang remained silent.

Finally, Chenghuang, who was lying on the ground, couldn't hold back any longer and whispered:

"Hey, you beast!"

Jiang Lin wiped his face deeply. "How could I, Si Neike, be reduced to being called a beast by a beast?"

"I am not a beast! I am a spirit beast!"

Jiang Lin rolled his eyes at him, his tone both contemptuous and disdainful. "So what? You still won't let me ride you."

Upon hearing this, the Chenghuang named You You immediately bristled. "We Chenghuang aren't for people to ride!"

"Tch, that's because they won't let me ride it."

"You..."

Cheng Huang lay prone, baring its teeth, looking incredibly fierce, especially its sharp horns, which were actually quite handsome. However, no matter how handsome they were, they couldn't compare to the soft dragon horns on the top of Niannian's head...

Thinking of Niannian, Jiang Lin sighed again...

I really want to go home~~~~ I wonder if there are any naughty boys in school chasing after my Little Niannian, after all, my Little Niannian is so cute.

If they don't have it, then they're blind; if they do, they're just dreaming. Who would dare touch my little darling!

Slightly gathering his thoughts, Jiang Lin glanced out of the corner of his eye at Cheng Huang, who was still growling at him.

"Stop yelling, you still won't let me ride it."

"Human! I'll fight you to the death!"

Cheng Huang rubbed his toes, making a move as if to charge forward.

"Teacher..."

"You You..."

Just as Cheng Huang was about to kill Jiang Lin, Qian Xiaopang and Hu Shuang came out together.

"Snort!"

The yellow cat named You You hummed and transformed back into a little girl, walking to Hu Shuang's side.

Jiang Lin looked at Qian Xiaopang, who was standing next to Hu Shuang with sadness written all over his face, and knew the outcome without even thinking.

"Miss Hu Shuang, Donglin City is currently surrounded by an array. Forcing your way out will only result in turning you into a bloody mist. If you wish to leave, please stay for the next few nights."

After Jiang Lin Heart-Lake Transmission to Hu Shuang, Hu Shuang's eyes widened slightly, as if she was somewhat surprised, because she had not noticed anything different about Donglin City.

However, he had no intention of stealing the treasures on his person, and it seemed that he had no other thoughts besides wanting to ride You You.

Therefore, Hu Shuang can be trusted for the time being.

Jiang Lin saw Hu Shuang nod at him, and without saying anything more, he walked over, put his arm around Qian Xiaopang's shoulder, and slowly left.

"Hu Shuang, that Little Fatty is actually quite nice... Aren't you really going to consider him...?"

You You at Qian Zhenduo, who was hanging his head in disappointment, with Jiang Lin in his arms, Youyou couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Although he was quite fat and a nouveau riche, he had a really good heart, much better than those who always wanted to take advantage of him.

Hu Shuang did not answer Cheng You You's words, but slowly shook her head, watching the plump figure slowly leave until it disappeared from sight, before slowly withdrawing her gaze.

Walking on the cobblestone path, Little Fatty remained silent, his arm around his apprentice's shoulder. Jiang Lin comforted him, saying:

"If you want to cry, just cry. Men, it's not a sin to cry."

"Wow~~~~ Teacher~~~~"

Suddenly, Qian Xiaopang hugged Jiang Lin and burst into tears, his voice filled with heartbreaking sorrow, just like when a kid steps on a figurine you bought by eating dirt to afford it...

"Okay, you've cried enough..."

"Teacher~~~~"

"Don't cry~~~"

"Teacher, I'm so sad~~~"

"Stop crying! Men need to be strong! What's the use of crying? Will crying get you girls?"

Jiang Lin slapped the Little Fatty boy on the head with his backhand.

Qian Xiaopang Qian Xiaopang raised his head, his eyes brimming with tears. Although he wanted to complain, he felt he was about to get another slap from the teacher...

This left Qian Xiaopang unsure whether to cry or not, and he was sobbing softly.

Seeing Little Fatty's sad expression, Jiang Lin patted Little Fatty on the shoulder and sat down by the pool. Qian Xiaopang naturally sat down next to Jiang Lin as well.

"Little Fatty, what did you just say to Miss Hu Shuang?"

I told her I liked her.

"Then what?"

"She said she doesn't like me. She's a cultivator, while I'm just an ordinary person. Our paths are different." Qian Xiaopang wiped his nose and whispered, "Teacher, you're a cultivator too, right? Actually, you already knew that Miss Hu Shuang was also a cultivator, didn't you?"

"Hmm." Jiang Lin nodded, picking his teeth with a blade of grass he picked at the side. "I'm quite familiar with the magic array she set up in the yard; it's the same one we use to raise chickens and ducks in our sect."

"..."

The two fell silent again. After a long while, Qian Xiaopang finally spoke:

"Teacher... what is the Great Way...?"

"The Great Dao?" Jiang Lin thought for a moment, frowned, and then gave a very sincere answer, "Who knows?"

"Huh?" Qian Xiaopang was also taken aback. "But in novels, don't cultivators all have their own Great Dao and Dao Heart?"

"Yes, there is." Jiang Lin spat the Grass Root into the pond. "However, I might be different..."

Jiang Lin thought about it and decided he couldn't fool Little Fatty on this point:

"Your teacher's path is rather unrealistic. To be honest, even I don't know how I cultivate. As for the Dao heart, most cultivators have beliefs or something like that, but for me, it seems like I don't have such a thing. If I had to say, it's just a person."

"People?"

"Hmm." Jiang Lin nodded. "They are the people I care about. I believe they are my guiding principles."

"Teacher, I don't think you seem like a monk."

"Oh? Why do you say that, Little Fatty?"

"Because Master is very humane." Little Fatty still had a bitter face. "Our Qian family has received many cultivators before, and they all had a haughty attitude. They always looked at us with indifference, as if it were a natural sense of superiority. But Master, you don't have that. I feel like you're just an ordinary person."

"Hehehe, thank you so much."

Qian Xiaopang lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought, "Teacher, is the Great Dao truly heartless?"

Jiang Lin thought for a moment, "Who knows? Anyway, if my Dao is truly heartless, then I'd rather not have it."

Qian Xiaopang didn't ask any more questions, nor did he cry. He just looked at the Jing Jing lake and watched the various carp swimming to and fro in the pond.

Jiang Lin didn't disturb Little Fatty, but instead lay by the pool, basking in the sun like a salted fish...

After a long time, as the sun dipped further west, the sky gradually turned red...

"Teacher..."

"Um?"

I want to cultivate myself!

"Um."

Many years later...

There was an artist.

With a flick of the brush, one can create a dragon; with a single stroke, one can cleave the sea.

that is...

He's a bit overweight...