PDLP Chapter 1034 What's the use of learning this?
Chapter 1034 What's the use of learning this?
Ye Haishan chuckled.
"Hehehe, kid, you dare to say anything. If he wants to switch allegiance, I can kill him with a single finger."
Rong Rong smiled bitterly: "Master, why bother? If I had such a thought, I would commit suicide in front of you."
Lin Feng frowned: "It can't be that serious, can it?"
Rong Rong solemnly said, "It's even more serious than this. Boy, you mustn't talk nonsense again."
Lin Feng looked puzzled.
"Now that you've learned my refined salt making technique, you should call me 'Master' so I can hear it."
Rong Rong was immediately dumbfounded and speechless.
Ye Haishan quickly retorted, "This technique is not the same as that technique. The technology of making refined salt is a miscellaneous skill in life, just a common means of making a living. It can be learned, but it cannot be learned."
Lin Feng asked, puzzled, "Sir, is it really necessary to learn your skills?"
Ye Haishan stroked his beard, a smug look on his face.
"That's for sure. My skills are something that millions of people want to learn but can't."
Rong Rong also had an arrogant look on her face.
Lin Feng nodded: "Hmm, it seems to be better than my refined salt. I wonder what use your techniques are?"
Rong Rong sneered: "Ha, do you even know that there are gods in the heavens?"
Lin Feng pointed upwards: "There are gods three feet above your head; even a three-year-old knows that."
“This child is teachable; this technique is the way of the world.”
Lin Feng pointed at Rong Rong again: "Are you a god?"
Rong Rong shook his head like a rattle drum.
"No, no, no, I haven't entered the path yet; I'm still on the way."
"That's you, a god?"
Ye Haishan also shook his head.
Lin Feng grinned: "Can you explain it to me more clearly? What exactly is its use? What is its practical function?"
Both of them kept silent.
"Could it be the legendary ability to turn stone into gold? Or the power to overturn rivers and seas with a mere wave of the hand? To turn clouds into rain with a flip of the hand?"
Lin Feng continued to press for answers.
Rong Rong secretly glanced at her master and saw that he had his eyes closed and was silent, as if he had entered a meditative state, oblivious to the outside world, as quiet as a sleeping baby.
"Muchuan, this matter is too profound and can only be understood intuitively. Let's talk about something else instead."
Lin Feng said helplessly, "Then at least tell me, if I learn your techniques, can I survive without eating?"
Rong Rong's face fell: "You can really starve to death if you don't eat."
"Can I make a lot of money by learning this?"
"No."
"Immortality?"
"Uh... if I learn it, maybe... I can."
"So, have you learned it?"
"not yet."
"Where is your master?"
"Uh... this... I don't know."
"What exactly are you learning?"
"..."
The conversation ended unpleasantly.
As night fell, the wooden boat was swept into the sea from the mouth of the Yongding River.
None of the three cared about the rocking of the wooden boat; only the warhorse struggled to break free of its restraints, even if it fell into the water, it would be much better than being frightened like this on the boat.
In the end, it was Lin Feng who, seeing that the wooden boat had just entered the sea and was not far from the shore, decisively untied the reins and let the warhorse leap into the sea.
Watching the warhorse emerge from the sea and swim towards the shore without hesitation, Lin Feng nodded in admiration.
These animals possess innate talents that they don't need to learn later in life.
Look at their warhorses' sense of direction and swimming style.
Just as he was admiring the horses, Rong Rong asked from the side.
"Muchuan, which direction is the salt field in?"
Lin Feng looked up at the moon in the west, gestured with his hand, and then pointed in a direction.
"This way, go this way, it will take about three to five days to get there."
Rong Rong muttered, "You really don't seem to care about making things worse. Three to five days? They might not even survive..."
Although he was muttering something, he had already walked to the stern of the boat, picked up the oars, and started rowing.
Lin Feng's idea came to him on a whim. With two experts from reclusive sects by his side, he decided to go and wreak havoc on the pirates' salt fields, leaving them without salt to eat.
As for stealing salt to make refined salt, those are just excuses.
However, he still hadn't figured out how to sabotage the saltworks. He figured he'd just cause some trouble first, since he had nothing else to do anyway.
These days, Lin Feng wanted to use his death to cause trouble for the pirates and Emperor Zhao Zheng from the rear.
Of course, the more chaotic the better. Ideally, their foundations should be disrupted, allowing the Zhenxi Army to take control of the capital and gradually squeeze the Taisho court and the pirates out of the vast territory.
At this time, Lin Feng, after being exposed to the sun and rain and wandering in the wild for so many days, had a tanned complexion, a stubble beard, messy hair, and was wearing the samurai clothes of a pirate.
In short, considering all these factors, even people who know him wouldn't recognize him as Lin Feng in a short time if they saw him now.
As long as he doesn't speak and avoids making any habitual movements, unless you're very familiar with him, no one will notice anything amiss.
This situation reminded Lin Feng of the wooden-faced man who had been with him for many days.
I wonder how that kid is doing now. He was really skilled and incredibly resilient.
Lin Feng frowned in thought. Could this wooden-faced guy be avoiding something?
Rong Rong also used techniques to row the boat, circulating his true energy, and the boat began to accelerate.
He was eager to know if the refined salt-making technique Lin Feng had taught him was genuine.
You know, the raw salt they ate was terrible. It was sour, astringent, and bitter, and it was full of impurities. Only after they started eating refined salt did they realize that there were such wonderful things in the world.
There are indeed such clever people in this world who invented refined salt.
Rong Rong was chosen by his master to be his disciple among millions of people because of his intelligence and exceptional talent.
This was also his pride for half his life. Although he praised Shu Fengting's intelligence, he didn't really care about him.
There was another important reason why he was so determined to steal salt: he knew that his master would find it difficult to return to the days of eating raw salt.
Therefore, Lin Feng's suggestion prompted Rong Rong to put in her best effort.
This also received Ye Haishan's tacit approval.
They cultivate Taoism for longevity, abandoning wealth and honor to retreat to the mountains for spiritual practice.
When the sect leader first taught us, he said that cultivation requires enduring hardship and loneliness.
However, his master, Ye Haishan, also said that being able to endure hardship is an advantage, but it doesn't mean forcing oneself to endure hardship when there is none.
If there is a better environment for spiritual practice and better food conditions, why choose to suffer without enduring hardship?
Is it only in harsh environments that human progress can be further stimulated?
After decades of personal testing, Ye Haishan came to a conclusion.
People progress faster in a better environment.
When people eat well, dress warmly, and live comfortably, their brains become more agile, their limbs more vigorous, and their minds and bodies more relaxed and natural.
In short, everything will go smoothly when you are in a good mood and physically comfortable.
Therefore, Ye Haishan's progress is obvious to all. He became the chief elder among the disciples of a major sect, and his strength surpassed that of others. His cultivation method made those cultivators who did not endure hardship feel an unprecedented devastating blow.
Three days later, as Rong Rong and Lin Feng were rowing their wooden boat forward, they saw a large ship appear in the distance.