Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 88: Bone-Crushing and Painted Skin
"You are Liang Ting the White Owl. There is indeed no wrong nickname for you."

In the guest room, Liu, a member of the Quanxing Sect who was untied by Wang Yi and able to circulate the true Qi in his body again, looked carefully at Liang Ting in front of him. Liang Ting had skin as sickly white as a corpse and had become bald early on. As for his body shape, because Wang Yi had pulled Liang Ting back from the brink of depravity, and because of the non-stop work during this period, Liang Ting had a sturdy body, and he was not fat with fat wrapped around his muscles due to indulgence in depravity.

Coupled with its facial features that resemble a raptor white owl, standing there, whether it is day or night, it can indeed help stop children from crying.

"You know me?"

"Heh, the martial arts competition at the Lu family's birthday banquet was not only famous for the Little Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and Wang Yi, the disciple of the Ghost Hand King. You, the abandoned disciple of the Mojin Rougu Sect, are also a hot topic in Quanxing. When I moved to another place before, I also heard those people say that if it weren't for that brat Wang Yi, maybe Quanxing would have had another grandmaster of mechanical talismans and two talismans in a while."

It was unclear whether Liu the Face Man was mocking or expressing emotion, but the implication of his words was clear: because of Liang Ting, the Mojin Rougu Sect had become a laughing stock in both the good and evil circles of strange people.

However, Liang Ting remained silent when the face-drinking man Liu mocked his former master, because he knew that Liu was right. Before he met Wang Yi for the first time, he had indeed reached a dead end, and he himself was not aware of the changes in his mentality. If it were not for the travel during this period, Wang Yi would have treated him as a human being for the first time. What he would do to his master and those strangers in the future, he himself dared not even imagine.

"But you don't have to thank him so much. He went on a long journey and brought me back. I don't think it's as simple as helping you to resolve your worries. Otherwise, he could have brought you to my house. With his tactics, no matter how ignorant I am, I have to do my job honestly."

"But the fact that he can consider me means that he really regards me as a friend. As for the rest, is it important?"

"Tsk, I still can't fool you. Never mind. I admit defeat. What he just said to you was also what I meant. Although my method is unique, it can't do everything. I can fine-tune the bones, flesh and skin, but I can't change your skin color. Tell me, how do you want me to adjust your face?"

The dough maker Liu Da sat on a chair, waiting for Liang Ting to make his request.

But at this time Liang Ting fell into memories, recalling his fate which had been full of disasters since birth.

His biological mother was constantly beaten and scolded by his father because of his appearance, and he was also treated like an animal by his father. Even after he was sent to the Mojin Rougu Sect, this change did not change. Everything was because of his appearance, until he met Wang Yi, the first friend who treated him as a human being. After that, he traveled and saw many miserable people in this world who were more miserable than himself, and he had been reading "Diary of a Madman".

That article of just a few thousand words, written by a famous writer, revealed the truth about the world over the past thousands of years.

Liang Ting envied Wang Yi from the bottom of his heart, because he knew what his path was from the beginning of his practice, but what about himself? He had been with Wang Yi for at least three months, and had seen sufferings worse than his own, and had also met some big shots in the capital who could call the shots in the capital.

They all have one characteristic, which is that they don't care about their appearance at all. The former is numb, and the latter has learned to hide. Only the middlemen between the two will still look at themselves with strange eyes. Is what they want to pursue the recognition of these middlemen?

Liang Ting didn't know, so he wanted to do an experiment on Liu, a disciple of Quan Xing.

He raised his head and looked at Liu, the dough man, who was full of confidence and thought he would make the request, and said calmly.

"I reject."

These three words, without any hesitation, made the confident dough man Liu stunned for a moment. He stared at Liang Ting in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

He didn't understand. Liang Ting's natural appearance was something that only practitioners like him could take for granted. But he knew with his toes that the man in front of him must have suffered a lot because of his appearance since he was a child. It was a rare opportunity to start a new life, so how could he refuse it?

"Do you know what you are saying? Don't say I didn't remind you. Although I am a prisoner, Wang Yi has indeed controlled me. But I also have a bottom line. If you refuse like this and regret it in the future and ask me for help again, I may not agree. Think about it again."

Liang Ting also grinned when he saw the dough man Liu acting like this. This smile was really scary on his face that looked like a white owl. But at this moment, it gave Liu a different feeling. It looked scary, but also sunny.

"Someone told me before that although the world is in chaos now, there will always be peace. In that peaceful world, there won't be so many miscellaneous rules as there are now. Small people won't call themselves small people or common people, and big people won't dare to say that they are masters. When that peaceful time comes, I guess not many people will care about my appearance. I have been through so many years, so what's the big deal if I endure for a few more decades? Hahaha..."

Seeing the shocked look of the dough maker Liu and his slightly pleading words, Liang Ting seemed to understand something and laughed loudly. While laughing, he no longer wanted to say anything more to the dough maker Liu and turned away gracefully.

Outside the guest room, Wang Yi was lying on the steps basking in the sun in an ungraceful manner until the door at the back opened. Liang Ting's sturdy figure formed a shadow beside him, and then he sat down next to Wang Yi.

"I refused."

"Yeah, I can hear you. In the end, you have to make your own choice. As a friend, I can't force you to make a choice in the name of doing good for you. But don't you regret it?"

"A little, but not much. Even if I have to change my appearance, I don't want to do it in this way. The change will be incomplete, and the complete change will not last long. After all, it is not my own way."

"From what you said, Brother Liang, it seems like you have an idea?" "The mechanical talismans of the Mojin Rougu Sect are well-known all over the world, but the most basic ones are all based on the Mojin Rougu. If you practice to a high level, you can also reshape yourself. When I was punished in the Qianji Cave of the sect, I saw a sentence left on the wall by the ancestors of the sect: Everything can be a mechanism. The words are a bit crazy, but there is indeed some truth in them. Everything in the world, naturally including humans."

"So this is one of the reasons why you became paranoid and used the two mechanical talismans to turn yourself into a mechanical cyborg?"

Wang Yi thought so in his heart. After all, he didn't know how Liang Ting turned himself into a half-human, half-ghost appearance. The inheritance of the Mojin Rougu Sect shouldn't be so weird. I think it was a quick way to achieve success.

"After I finish dealing with things here, I also want to leave Beijing and go see my mother. I have been suffering these years, and my mother has not been better because of this. She doesn't want me to be like this, but she has been beaten and scolded by my biological father because of me, and the villagers have gossiped about her. If possible, I want to bring her here to live a better life."

"I heard you say that your home is not far from the Mojin Rougu Sect, right?"

"If they still want to gain a foothold in the martial arts world, they won't do anything unnecessary. My fellow disciples are brainless, but my senior disciples are not that stupid."

"That's fine. In that case, I won't go with you. I still have to deal with the person behind me."

As he spoke, Wang stood up and prepared to suppress the true Qi of Liu the dough man again. But before he turned around, he turned back and said to Liang Ting: "Congratulations, your knot has been untied."

"If you find the way, you will naturally solve it. I'll go and get busy first. When you finish dealing with things here, let someone take you to the Fourth Master Chang to meet the people we have recruited."

"Of course."
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In the room, the face man Liu sat on the chair for a long time without saying anything. This was not the first time he was rejected. But this time was different. He could see from Liang Ting's eyes that Liang Ting had found his own way. Most of those who entered Quanxing were practitioners with skills but no way. They had all the skills but were indulgent and casual, and didn't know what they wanted to do.

As footsteps were heard, the face man Liu looked up and saw Wang Yi coming in. He did not resist but just asked, "How did you make him find his own way?"

"I didn't do anything. He found his own way."

"If I follow you, I can find my own way?"

"No, I don't have that ability. I don't even know if I can find my own way, so how can I help others find their way? Besides, isn't your biggest wish to have a successor to your craft? Do you care so much about your own way?"

The face-maker Liu was so angry that he laughed.

"If you really want to find a successor, don't I have the best one right in front of me? Ghost Hand King, this old man, has been doing things as foolishly as I have all his life, but I really admire his luck in accepting a disciple. Although I don't know why you captured me and brought me to the capital, I think it's nothing more than your desire for my skills in shaping bones and painting skins. If you become my disciple, I will teach you everything I know. Who knows, you can even find my way through you. How about it?"

Wang Yi responded to the words of the waiter Liu with a crisp and clear word "good".

"Okay, Master, please accept your disciple Wang Yiyi's greetings."

Wang Yi was straightforward. He took the tea placed beside him and bowed to Liu, the dough maker sitting in front of him, to serve him the tea.

As for kneeling, he did not kneel when the Ghost Hand King adopted him and taught him his skills. He usually called him Master, but only when he came to his senses after the Ghost Hand King passed away after three years of atonement, did he call him Master in front of his bed and on his tombstone, and carved the word Master.

Master and Master, there is only one word difference, but the meaning they represent is completely different.

The dough maker Liu was also stunned by Wang Yi's decisive action, but when he saw such a young talent bowing and offering him tea, even though he knew that Wang Yi had other purposes, the dough maker Liu did have a different feeling in his heart at this moment, which he could not feel in Quan Xing.

Her eyes were moist at the moment. Although she was in her forties, which was still considered the prime of life, her hands were shaking as she took the tea from Wang Yi.

"Good! Good! I didn't expect that I could enjoy the treatment of the Ghost Hand King today. Haha, Ghost Hand King, I think you must have felt the same as me when you knew that this guy's skills were far superior to yours! For your cup of tea, what's the harm in passing on all my skills of bone-crushing and skin-painting to you!"

The changes in the world are sometimes so unpredictable.

With a cup of tea, a "hello" and an answer, Wang Yi gained a new skill and had someone who could help him.

(End of this chapter)