Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 469 - 85_2

Chapter 469: Chapter 85_2

Yes, if there’s a teacher to guide the lessons, what couldn’t be learned, and how could one possibly do poorly on an exam?

However, the warmth between teachers and students is always fleeting; during the Youth Class period, the constant theme is the mutual torment between students and old professors:

"Grandma."

"You speak."

"Is there another way to understand it?"

"Let’s hear it."

Li Zhiyuan raised his hand, clenched his fist, and smashed it towards the large water ball suspended in front of him.

"Bang!"

The water ball shattered and exploded, scattering in all directions.

Liu Yumei was firstly stunned, then puzzled, but gradually, her eyes began to widen.

The scattered water ball formed a misty layer, and combining the Chinese painting skills learned from Alii, it created a landscape painting that was rough yet implied elegance.

An elder and a youngster now stood amidst the mountains and waters.

There are streams and pools in the mountains, movement and stillness; incessant rain to the west, and bright sunshine to the east, with beginnings and ends, with ups and downs; among the mountains, waters, and clouds, every glimpse reveals natural connections, everywhere one looks, there is a reason, thus nature.

Liu Yumei pursed her lips, then looked incredulously at the youngster standing before her.

Throughout her life, she had met countless geniuses, but not until this moment did she truly realize that she, who had never tired of the finest details, really hadn’t tasted anything truly exquisite before.

This did not mean the youngster had already surpassed her; in fact, he was still far from her level, but she had already foreseen his future, surpassing her, surpassing her husband and son in her memory—it was only a matter of time.

From last night until now, she felt excited within, filled with the joy of being a teacher, but at this moment, this enthusiasm was extinguished by cold water, leaving only traces of reluctant smoke.

She vaguely realized that it was very likely she couldn’t teach him anything.

But she still wanted to struggle, for the sake of her own pride, her dignity, and also for the reputation of the Liu family.

Liu Yumei continued to recite from the first volume of "Liu’s Qi Observation Technique":

"What is a counter-current slaughter formation?"

Li Zhiyuan’s gaze swept around, the landscape turned to snowy mountains, the snow melted, and a stream flowed smoothly from the mountain top, vanishing into the cracks of rock and soil, leaving no trace.

Liu Yumei asked, "Where is the counter-current?"

"Doing what is known to be impossible is called going against the current."

"And what is a life-death junction formation?"

Li Zhiyuan looked down at his feet, and Liu Yumei did the same.

The previously severed stream, after long-time soaking, carved out new pathways between the rock and soil cracks, gathering into a flow again.

Liu Yumei continued to ask several rounds of questions from the first volume, but with every round, the youngster needed only a glance from the corner of his eye to automatically form a clear image.

Common people seek carefully and infer cautiously, holding reverence for the Feng Shui magic of Qi Observation, but in the hands of this youngster, it appeared so effortless and natural, as if casually scribbling, yet the essence is fully revealed.

And this, the latter, is evidently more difficult, because the act of painting from real life with specific references is actually the simplest.

Liu Yumei clearly understood that at this level, the youngster could quickly observe the Feng Shui layout of any place he visited in reality, and could even modify it based on its essence.

This kind of talent was not just a gift from heaven to earn a livelihood, it’s like heaven chasing you around the table with a bowl and spoon, begging you to take a bite.

"Sigh..."

Liu Yumei closed her eyes, she accepted it.

Just like an art master, she was astounded to find her newly-accepted student had surpassed her own intention, composition, and aesthetic sense; the appalling talent had already erupted, and at this point, any attempt to guide or teach him might only be overkill.

This did not mean that the youngster no longer needed to learn, but those foundational, doctrinal, and meticulous aspects would suffice with time and practice.

The youngster needed to continue learning, but he did not need Liu Yumei to be the one to teach.

It would be best for Aunt Liu or Uncle Qin to teach him these basics.

As for Liu Yumei, all she needed to do was sit there drinking tea, doing nothing, not intervening, and that was the greatest contribution.

She couldn’t even prepare the logistics, since the old lady didn’t cook.

Liu Yumei took a deep breath; she had to force herself to come to terms with reality and prepare her mind.

There was no need to deliberately seek a sense of involvement, considering that this child would soon join her family.

In the future, during river crossings, the renown he made would also be the glory of her family line.

Even if she later covered her mouth, chuckled, and said she never taught the child anything, those old folks would just think she was being modest for their sake.

"Grandma, can we continue with the second volume?"

"Hm?" Liu Yumei came back to her senses, sighed, and nodded, "You can start reading the second volume tonight, I’m tired too. In the future, after you’ve read a volume, just come and report to me."

Li Zhiyuan was about to demonstrate the second volume and those that followed, but seeing Liu Yumei’s response, he just nodded.

His eyes opened fully, breaking the illusion, returning to reality.

Liu Yumei’s eyelids drooped slightly, and she said:

"It seems that the Underworld techniques of the Yin family do have some substance."

"But they can’t compare to our Liu family’s technique."

"You cheeky boy, your grandma loves to hear that."

After a pause, Liu Yumei still added:

"But every generation has its own leading figures who define an era; someone like Yin Changsheng should always be revered. It’s just that no one is perfect in everything; he simply fell short in maintaining the family, which rose because of him and faded after him."