Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Chapter 542 Lightness Skill Manual

Lin Ping spent the next three days in bed.

"Jiang Heigou, you just wait! I'm going to... I'm going to... report you!" Lin Ping said breathlessly, this was the most ruthless method he could think of.

Jiang Mo's strength is comparable to that of a master at the Red Lotus Realm, while Lin Ping is just a mere White Lotus.

No matter how talented someone is, it's impossible to defeat Jiang Mo in a short time.

The most effective and direct way to deal with him is to ask Jiang Hongling for help.

For some reason, Lin Ping felt a strange joy whenever this name was mentioned, which is why he deliberately mentioned her name so often.

He had no improper thoughts about Jiang Hongling, and only hoped to see her again in this lifetime.

Whether it's expressing gratitude or apologizing, we can't let this muddled relationship just end in such a muddled way.

They did have some kind of relationship, even before Jiang Yunying.

"What's it to me? You fell down by accident." Jiang Mo said gloatingly from the doorway.

"You knew I was going to fall, but you didn't warn me." Lin Ping's chest heaved with anger, and a sharp pain shot through his lower back.

"Why didn't you think about this when you were standing on the branch pretending?" Jiang Mo ignored him.

At this moment, Shui Peng and the others had already received the news and rushed in.

"Brother Lin Ping, what's wrong? Is your wound festering?" Shui Peng asked, pinching his nose.

If it were truly festering, it would surely emit a foul odor, and he feared being overwhelmed by the smell.

"Fuck your grandpa." Lin Ping wished he could punch his dog's head off.

"That Jiang Yunying is really something. If you're going to cut it, cut it cleanly. What's the point of leaving a little bit? Is she going to leave it for people to see and feel nostalgic? Doesn't she know it's easy for it to rot?" Shui Peng said with a look of sympathy.

"Brother Lin Ping, don't worry. I once heard an old Chinese medicine doctor say that many eunuchs would ulcerate right after their bodies were cut off. All you need to do is cut off the two surrounding parts as well. I won't laugh at you. Take off your pants."

As he spoke, a sharp dagger appeared in Shui Peng's hand.

"What do you want to do? I don't have any sores, I just twisted my back." Lin Ping clutched his groin, trembling with fear.

A sick tiger is likely to be bullied by dogs.

“That’s right, those two are heavy, and it’s easy to twist your back when you walk. Let me cut them off for you. It won’t hurt, it’ll just feel like a mosquito bite.” Shui Peng forcefully moved Lin Ping’s arms away and began to tear at his pants.

“There is indeed a heavy thing, and it’s easy to twist your waist when walking, but you can just wrap it around your waist as a belt. I don’t need you to cut it.” Lin Ping complained repeatedly, and even his eighth brother was so frightened that he lowered his head.

“My seventh great-uncle’s third niece’s only son said the same thing back then, and now he’s reached the pinnacle of his life,” Shui Peng said, pressing his advantage, his eyes gleaming.

"Go to hell!" In desperation, Lin Ping used all his strength to kick Shui Peng away, and he clearly heard the sound of his waist breaking.

"Looks like it's nothing serious, no need to eliminate the root of the problem." Lin Ping struggled to get up from the ground and chuckled.

After all this ordeal, Lin Ping will need at least three more days to fully recover.

"Jiang Heigou, you're definitely doing this on purpose, afraid that my lightness skill will surpass yours," Lin Ping said indignantly.

At this critical moment, Jiang Mo watched him fall and get injured, which was clearly intentional.

Jiang Mo was certain that he could enter the inner sect, so there was no need for him to improve too quickly in a short period of time.

Taking too big a step can easily strain your back, and Lin Ping has already strained his back.

Three more days passed, and Lin Ping was finally able to get out of bed. After finding Jiang Mo, the thing he wanted to do most was to launch a sneak attack from behind.

"I'll be a dog if I don't beat you to a pulp today!" Lin Ping said angrily, swinging his fist forcefully.

"I'll teach you a pretty good cultivation technique now," Jiang Mo said, turning around as he carried a manual in his hand.

"A secret manual?" Lin Ping's eyes lit up. He hurriedly put his fist, as big as a casserole dish, behind his back and quickly increased his internal energy in the soles of his feet to stop his rapid speed.

Bang!

Lin Ping was like a bicycle with its front brakes applied, flipping over and falling to the ground.

"Huh? Why did you fall down? Why are you clenching your fist? Do you want to hit me?" Jiang Mo asked curiously.

"How could I? I'm more than grateful to you!" Lin Ping chuckled, "Woof woof woof!"

He's a man of his word. He said he'd be a dog if he didn't beat Jiang Mo to a pulp, and he'd have to bark like a dog.

In Lin Ping's view, it didn't matter whether he learned the martial arts techniques or not; what mattered was that he liked to bark like a dog.

"You know the name of this cultivation technique?" Jiang Mo was astonished, admiring Lin Ping's ability to foresee the future.

This time it was Lin Ping's turn to be stumped. He hadn't said anything except bark like a dog, so how did he know the name of the cultivation technique?

"Master Jiang, you flatter me. How could I possibly know the name of the divine skill you possess?"

Lin Ping said with a fawning expression, hoping that Jiang Mo could change the vulgar technique to a superior one.

“You barked like a dog just now, which means you know the name of the cultivation technique.” Jiang Mo bent down and handed the cultivation technique manual to Lin Ping.

"Wait, let me prepare first!" Lin Ping closed his eyes tightly, then slowly opened them, revealing four large characters on the manual.

"Chickens flying and dogs barking?! Is this also a martial arts manual?" Lin Ping was extremely annoyed. He felt that there was something wrong with how he was opening it; he should have opened his left eye first, then his right eye.

"This is the secret manual for lightness skill? If you don't want to learn it, fine," Jiang Mo said, turning his head.

"Learn, learn, learn..." Lin Ping snatched the manual away and took a deep sniff: "It smells so good!"

"This manual belongs to the Xingyi Kung Fu. Even if a master of lightness skill is the fastest, he is still no match for a tiger or leopard. Therefore, some predecessors have specially researched some techniques that imitate the running of tigers and leopards, and this manual is one of them."

Jiang Mo began his explanation in a serious tone.

Lin Ping had heard of Xingyi Quan and knew about Wuqin Quan, so he could understand Jiang Mo's meaning.

The power of nature is boundless, and the species are diverse. Not to mention that martial arts techniques should imitate animals, even some modern large machines imitate animals.

Thinking about this, Lin Ping couldn't help but admire the wisdom of his ancestors.

His opinion of the manual in his hand also changed drastically.

"Then why not a tiger descending the mountain? Or a cheetah climbing a tree?"

"I do have a book on 'Sheep Climbing Trees,' do you want it?" Jiang Mo pulled out another manual on lightness skills from his pocket.

"Let's go with this one, 'Chicken and Dog Chaos,' it sounds pretty good."

Lin Ping was both amused and exasperated. "Don't underestimate me just because I'm not very knowledgeable. The sheep was able to climb the tree because Teacher Guo carried it up."

When he opened the contents, he was utterly shocked.

The picture shows a chicken and a dog. The chicken is riding on the dog's back, flapping its wings, seemingly doing something.

"Are you sure this is a manual for light-body skills, and not some kind of comic book?" Lin Ping asked, his face flushed.