From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

Chapter 91, The Art of Disguise

Chapter 92, The Art of Disguise

Lu Haichuan, observing Ren Qingshan's expression and listening attentively, understood what Ren Qingshan was thinking, and narrowed his eyes.

"Bandits are one line, auction houses are another, and then there's the Demon Suppression Bureau. The Demon Suppression Bureau is like a dog in the Chinese zodiac; they have the most information on where to find spiritual objects of the five elements, because spiritual objects are often born alongside demons. The Demon Suppression Bureau has been killing demons year after year without being able to exterminate them, because they use demons as a weather vane."

"What fishing technique?" Ren Qingshan suddenly understood.

There are no spirits of heaven and earth, no demons or monsters, none of them are as clever as humans.

"Alright. I'll figure something out about the Demon Suppression Division. As for the auction in the prefectural city, I'll trouble you to find out more information for me."

Lu Haichuan licked his lips: "Of course. I was planning to go to the prefectural city these past few days, intending to take Qingqing with me and gradually hand over all the business there to her. But—hahaha, she doesn't want to go. To stall for time, she deliberately found an excuse to sulk with me."

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This is a family scandal.

The culprit is right in front of us.

Ren Qingshan drank tea to cover his embarrassment and stood up: "I'm going to find her—I'll definitely discipline her more in the future."

Lu Haichuan sneezed, rubbed his nose, and quickly got up, saying urgently, "Don't argue with her, and don't say it's because of me."

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"you see me."

Ren Qingshan stared straight at him.

Lu Haichuan: "Hmm?"

"She won't be angry at all if she sees my face."

Ren Qingshan couldn't help but joke, "As a martial artist's internal energy develops, their physique and appearance will tend towards perfection based on their current foundation—fitness is like plastic surgery."

Lu Haichuan was speechless, waving his hand and giving a bitter smile.

Go to hell!

He felt hurt; it was a feeling of heartache.

Ren Qingshan went to the backyard and first saw Jin Xiulan dressed in a white training uniform, practicing a set of boxing moves in the yard. Her posture was graceful and she had a charming and alluring air about her.

Is there such a flamboyant and stylish boxing style?

It appears to have been created specifically for women.

Lu Qing watched from the side, clapping and cheering continuously, providing ample emotional support for her mother.

Upon seeing Ren Qingshan enter, Jin Xiulan finished her practice, caught her breath, and smiled with slight surprise, "Qingshan is here."

In fact, the maid had already informed Ren Qingshan when he entered the room.

"What kind of boxing is this? It looks impressive, but it's actually quite powerful."

Ren Qingshan asked casually with a smile, offering a light, flattering remark.

Lu Qingyi's lips curled up: "It's the Beauty Fist, my mother learned it when she was young, isn't it beautiful?"

It's as if she knew I was coming to the backyard and was deliberately putting on an act for me—hiss—no way, right?

However, women all have a need to be appreciated. Even if it's not intentional, they generally have this subconscious need, which is a very normal social need.

So Ren Qingshan praised him a few more times.

Kim Soo-ran returned to her room in a cheerful mood, leaving the two of them alone.

Lu Qingyi learned a few moves from the "Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon" and immediately demonstrated them, asking him for pointers.

After correcting three mistakes and demonstrating it to her several times, Ren Qingshan finally went back to the room with her.

Nowadays, it's almost impossible for me to just stroll around the county town freely, given my current status. I'll be greeted everywhere I go, and if I eat out, the restaurant owner will not only not charge me but will also give me free dishes and drinks—it's incredibly annoying.

"I heard you and your dad had a fight?"

Ren Qingshan betrayed Lu Haichuan as soon as he arrived.

"No—no, there was no argument."

She pouted and muttered to herself, but suddenly exclaimed in surprise as she received a light slap on the bottom: "Still trying to argue!"

"Your father has old injuries, why are you always getting angry with him? Going to the prefectural city is fine, I'll be going there soon too."

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"Come, take a look at this book."

Ren Qingshan took out the "Art of Disguise" from his bosom, placed it on the table, casually put his arm around her waist, and sat her on his lap, studying this martial arts secret together—the story of "turning pages with wet hands" suddenly came to mind.

The ancients had a real life.

In the tense atmosphere, the two looked at the book on disguise.

This method is divided into three parts: upper, middle, and lower.

The previous section covered all aspects of makeup techniques, including skin tone, hairstyle, face shape, and facial features, all of which can be subtly altered through techniques. In short, it's about makeup, and the secret lies in the formula of the "cosmetics," which is derived from herbs and the amounts must be exactly the same, otherwise, there will be issues like caking or obvious flaws.

The middle section details the method of making human skin masks, which is more refined. The materials used can be human skin, animal hides, or silk. However, it is labor-intensive and often takes six months or even longer to make one mask.

The second part describes the methods of using internal energy to shrink bones and change body shape; the deeper the internal energy, the greater the change.

Ren Qingshan watched intently.

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But Lu Qingyi couldn't take it in; she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

She was only able to stand up after reading through everything, her body drenched in sweat, when she heard Ren Qingshan's smiling voice: "When you go to the prefectural city to take over the family business, since you'll be showing your face in public, then make yourself look ugly."

"Um."

With her pearly teeth biting her red lips, she nodded gently, her heart pounding like a deer.

Ren Qingshan teased her a couple more times, then sent a servant out to buy medicine. When the servant returned, he took out various grinding and processing tools and began to prepare the medicine powder in the boudoir.

The first part is the simplest.

More than an hour later, after preparing the medicinal powder, the two began to apply makeup to each other.

Women seem to have a natural advantage in this craft.

Ren Qingshan's proficiency was insufficient, and his performance was mediocre.

After a few tries, Lu Qingyi completely mastered the technique, demonstrating masterful makeup skills. Her facial features didn't change much, but she just didn't look good anymore; her brilliance was obscured and her beauty was hidden.

"Okay! Let's leave it at that! From now on, you can only show your true face to me."

She gave him a reproachful look, but it truly resolved a major concern. If she had learned this skill earlier, none of the previous difficulties would have occurred.

Fuhu Martial Arts School.

A tall, weathered young man, carrying a detachable three-section spear, arrived at the entrance of the Fuhu Martial Arts School. He greeted the welcoming disciple with a smile, "Excuse me, is Ren Yaohui here?"

"May I ask who you are?"

The disciple politely inquired.

"I am Ren Yaowu, the older brother of Ren Yaohui, a bodyguard from Wanli Escort Agency. I just returned from escorting a shipment and came to see my brother."

Ren Yaowu said warmly.

This escort mission started last year and went to the capital. They really went through a lot of hardships along the way, but fortunately they returned safely and earned a considerable income.

"Oh, it's you. Your brother isn't at the martial arts school. He's with your family uncle, either at Qingshan Rice Shop or the Inner Courtyard Heavenly Medicine Workshop. You can find out by asking around. He's Chief Constable Ren Qingshan."

The guide dared not be negligent, and his face beamed with a smile.

Ren Yaowu was a little confused. After racking his brains, he remembered "Ren Qingshan," that sickly sixth uncle who looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Chief Constable?

"You mean, my sixth uncle, Ren Qingshan, is now the chief constable of the county?"

He stared wide-eyed and asked, completely bewildered, "What happened?"

I've only been gone for six months, how could such an outrageous thing happen?

Seeing the disciple nod, Ren Yaowu understood, thanked him politely, and turned to leave.

We'll know once we see it.

As they walked toward the inner city, they passed a pharmacy. Ren Yaowu went inside, carefully selected a good-looking old ginseng root, and had the shop assistant wrap it in red cloth.

It's never wrong to be overly polite.

There's no reason to show up empty-handed.

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