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Chapter 39 : The Unorthodox Art of Changing One's Face
A temporary separation wasn't a permanent farewell, nor was it the end of their fated connection.
They were even still in this capital city; if they wanted to meet, they could see each other again at any time.
The sorrow of parting seemed to have been diluted somewhat.
Ling Yu couldn't help but blink, a smile appearing on her face. "The next time we meet, you and I will become sworn siblings. How about it?"
It was a rare smile from the Star of Slaughter, who usually showed a cold face to others. There were shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth.
Ѐñ ũ m а . і̂ d
The murderous aura dissipated a little, making her somewhat cute.
"Good!"
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The next time they meet, this 'brother' will probably be a true Star of Slaughter big sister.
"Young brother, you and I are about to part. Shall we not have a drink?"
Putting other things aside, Ling Yu was truly craving Ming Chen's wine~
She rubbed her hands together, her eyes sparkling, like a dog holding a food bowl and begging for food. She looked at Ming Chen with an expectant face.
Е n u m̊ а̀ .i d̃
A temporary separation, a big drinking session, that's not too much to ask, right?
"Drink?"
Facing the Star of Slaughter big sister's expectation, Ming Chen shook his head. "No~"
"Huh?"
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This was the first time Ming Chen had refused Ling Yu's request for a drink.
"Brother, when the golden list is released in the ninth month, the whole city will sing our names."
Е̇ǹu m а
The young man's eyes were bright. He casually pointed to the restaurant beside him, his eyes filled with an indomitable spirit and confidence. "We will reunite here and drink until we're drunk! How about it?"
A young man's heart holds soaring ambitions, proclaiming himself the first-rate in the world.
Ling Yu was dazed for a moment, then replied, "Good!"
As if that wasn't enough, she looked at Ming Chen with a burning gaze and said two more words, "Good! Good!"
"I'm leaving!"
"Farewell!"
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This person, he's like a cloud in the sky, boundless and unpredictable.
She always felt that her whole life would be led by him, drifting with the wind, to keep up with his unrestrained imagination.
Watching Ming Chen's departing back, Ling Yu lowered her eyes.
But, it's not bad.
...
"Mom and Dad got divorced, the child was awarded to Dad~"
Ĕ n ūm̂a.і.d̈
In the inn, Ming Chen stroked the child's head and said jokingly.
The little friend naturally followed him.
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If he had asked her to follow Ling Yu, she wouldn't have gone either.
"..."
Xiu Die tilted her head, not speaking, just trying hard to understand Ming Chen's words.
"Now that we're here, you don't have to wear the mask. Big brother doesn't mind you."
Е́n̈ um а .id̄
The little friend's face was covered in pimples, and she hadn't refrained from scratching them. Even with Ling Yu helping her with conditioning, and eating and drinking well with Ming Chen, her little face was still unwatchable.
She seemed a little self-conscious, unwilling for others to see her, unwilling to attract attention and bring shame to Ming Chen.
She had made a wooden mask for herself and wore it throughout the journey, as if only this could give her the courage to keep walking.
The little friend swayed upon hearing this. Her palm gripped the edge of the mask, and little by little, she moved it down.
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It revealed a pockmarked forehead, and gray, dull eyes that looked straight at Ming Chen. "Does big brother truly not mind me?"
Ling Yu wasn't here, Fuyao wasn't here, and the old general was even less so.
Е n̈ūm̀a.і̃ d
At this time, with only Ming Chen and Xiu Die, she was no longer so silent.
People who talk less and are silent are often better at seeing into the hearts of others.
"For strangers, I like beauties the most."
Who doesn't like beautiful girls?
Ming Chen looked at her and said as if it were a matter of course.
"But, being good-looking is often the only advantage of many good-looking people."
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The little friend lowered her eyes slightly, clutching the mask in her hand.
Liar!
Big brother is clearly very good-looking.
"Besides, is Xiu Die'er a stranger?"
However, Ming Chen's next sentence made the little friend tremble.
Ming Chen took off her mask with one hand, looked into her eyes, and said gently, "If big brother had a fat head and big ears, a face full of wrinkles, a cleft lip and a horse face, and dark skin, would Xiu Die mind me?"
W̄ е̄_b ṅ ȯv̄еl̃ Ēn̆ ům а
"No..."
Before Xiu Die could respond, Ming Chen's other hand was placed on his own face, gently rubbing it.
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Then, something that shocked Xiu Die happened.
The handsome face rippled like water, the flesh and bones swaying with it.
The face imprinted in her mind seemed to change its appearance little by little.
The sharp, angular face swelled up like rising dough, the flying eyebrows wrinkled together, the high bridge of the nose collapsed, the ears enlarged and drooped, pimples popped out one by one, the forehead gradually withered, the wrinkles deepened, and the skin darkened.
Е̇ n ǔmӓ
"Now? Does Xiu Die mind me?"
In the blink of an eye, the handsome and dashing jade-faced young master had turned into the ugly and unbearable appearance he had described.
Only those eyes remained deep and bright.
Xiu Die stared blankly, seemingly stunned.
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After a long while, she came back to her senses. Looking at the ugly Ming Chen, she gently shook her head.
She didn't know what method Ming Chen had used, didn't know if the handsome big brother from before was real, or if this ugly big brother in front of her was real.
Е n um̌á . i d
But, none of that was important.
She leaned forward and gently kissed that ugly face.
Her gray eyes looked straight at Ming Chen. "I will never mind you."
From the moment she left that ghostly forest, Ming Chen was the meaning of her life.
She didn't know if Ming Chen minded her, but she would never mind Ming Chen.
She even felt that this version of Ming Chen was better; she dared to touch him.
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"Then that settles it."
Ming Chen wiped his hand across his face.
In an instant, the ugly man once again returned to his original appearance.
With an old monster in the family, Ming Chen certainly wouldn't remain indifferent. Holding a treasure trove, he definitely had to dig into it fiercely!
He also wanted to learn some supernatural powers.
Who didn't want to be an immortal who could ride the clouds and mist, hold thunder in his hands, and roam freely in the world?
Е̄n u m̃_a
His own special ability, that wish-fulfillment, was too ethereal. He didn't know how many demons and ghosts he would encounter, didn't know if he could fulfill their wishes, and didn't know what the rewards would be.
It was better to be down-to-earth and seek it out himself.
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But that old ghost stubbornly disagreed, insisting that humans could not cultivate the methods of demons, and refused to teach Ming Chen no matter what.
Ming Chen asked him if he had ever seen any human cultivators in these thousands of years, and the old thing bit down and said he hadn't.
After grinding his teeth for a long time, he finally picked and chose, teaching him this bit of unorthodox art.
The art of changing one's face, the art of changing one's tendons and shrinking one's bones.
Wе_b n o.v̆ еl̄ Е̌ nû m a
The old thing's mouth was more venomous than his.
He said that he was born with a good skin, fated to have bad luck with women, and was afraid that he would one day be captured and kept as a boy toy, so he taught him this art.
He said that this was one of the many strange unorthodox arts, a special technique not driven by magical power or cultivation. The threshold was not too high, only requiring some aptitude for comprehension. It consumed qi, blood, and physical strength, and was a human art, so Ming Chen could use it.
This was a good thing, much more convenient than the disguise techniques in wuxia novels that involved applying potions or wearing masks.
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But it also required some effort, otherwise, the changed face would be very stiff.
Moreover, unorthodox arts were like walking on the edge of a cliff, often with many taboos.
Wе́ bǹ о̂v él Е̇n u̇ mа́
For example, one could not transform into the appearance of someone they had seen before, not even a resemblance.
For example, one could not change one's face for too long, and could not forget one's original appearance, otherwise one would lose one's own face...
The old thing knew he didn't like to follow rules, and repeatedly warned him to remember, remember.
"Big brother, I want to learn this!"
The child finally came out of her shock. Her eyes burned as she looked at Ming Chen. Her dull, gray eyes, for the first time, revealed a hint of pleading.
This was the first time she had ever asked Ming Chen for anything.
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