Chapter Thirty-Four: Changing Faces

  Seeing Zai's serious face, Qin Feng also became serious and raised his right hand, saying: "Master, rest assured that I will absolutely not do those things that harm the heavens and reason!"

  "What's wrong with you, kid? What kind of vow are you making?"

  Zai Ye pulled down Qin Feng's hand and said, "Qin Feng, although you are mature for your age, but your experience in the Jianghu is still too little. Your master knows that you are a straightforward person, but he is afraid that you will be taken advantage of. From now on, when doing things, think thrice before acting!"

  "Yes, Master!"

  Qin Feng got up and covered the old man with a quilt, saying: "Master, you are not feeling well, take a nap. You just finished taking your medicine, don't exert yourself!"

  "My illness I know myself......" Zai Yi smiled and shook his head, saying: "After thinking of sleeping, there's plenty of time, wait until you lie down in the coffin, you can sleep as long as you want!"

  "Master, I won't let you speak like that!"

  After hearing the old man's words, looking at Master's face that had aged a lot in more than half a year, Qin Feng, who rarely showed his emotions on the outside, suddenly turned red-eyed, and only by forcing himself did he not let the tears in his eyes fall.

  It's been half a year since I've been with the old man, although he was extremely strict when teaching me skills, often scolding and beating me, but Qin Feng could feel that his master also cared about him deeply in his heart.

  To put it simply, before Zai Yi fell ill, almost every day he would prepare medicinal ingredients for Qin Feng to make porridge. One time, Hu Bao Guo accidentally let slip that the cost of the medicinal porridge Qin Feng drank every day was equivalent to an ordinary person's monthly salary.

  Practicing the Taoist breathing exercises passed down by Zai, and adding medicinal tonics to nourish his body, Qin Feng was not yet fifteen years old, but his height had already reached 1.78 meters, surpassing many seventeen- or eighteen-year-old juvenile delinquents by a significant margin.

  Although it still looks a bit thin from the outside, if you take off your clothes, you can see those solid muscles.

  Moreover, Qin Feng's physical flexibility was several times stronger than before. Many professional acrobatic performers could make out of techniques that he could almost all do, which was something that Zai Yu had never thought of.

  Feeling his progress every day, Qin Feng no longer had the feeling of being forced. Zai Yi also became the person he respected the most. So every time he heard Zai Yi say that he wouldn't live long, Qin Feng's heart would always feel a sharp pain.

  "Silly child, who can live forever? But don't worry, eighty-three ninety-four, Master still has a good year to live!"

  Smiling and patting Qin Feng's head, Zai Ye said: "I've prepared some calligraphy and painting exercises. From now until the New Year, there are still two months left. If you can copy those characters and paintings to perfection within these two months, I'll give you a month's time to find your sister!"

  "Practicing calligraphy? Painting?" Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, he had already noticed the writing and painting posters on the table, but somehow he never thought that his master would let him practice this stuff.

  Qin Feng really liked to paint when he was young, before the accident at home, the walls of his house were all his scribbles, but now that he's in prison, where does he have the mood to play with these elegant things?

  Zai Ye saw through Qin Feng's thoughts and asked, "Are you thinking of learning these skills, but instead letting Master teach you the art of disguise?"

  "En, Master, I still want to go find Little Sister!" Qin Feng nodded, there was no need to play any tricks in front of his master.

  "That's right, so you must learn well and practice calligraphy!"

  He pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the table and said, "Whether it's an assassin or a thief, there is the art of changing one's appearance, but to master it well, one must have a foundation in fine arts. Qin Feng, what do you think this thing is?"

  As he spoke, Zai Ye took out a thin object from under the pillow and lowered his head, laughing: "Qin Feng, you little rascal, are you slacking off again? Hurry up and rinse the rice, or else we'll all be eating uncooked rice today!"

  "Master... Master, you... your tone, and... this face, how did they all change?"

  Suddenly hearing the voice coming from Zai's mouth, Qin Feng was stunned, because the master sitting on the bed had a tone of speech that was exactly the same as Fat Chef's wife.

  And when Zai Ye raised his head, Qin Feng could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, "thud thud thud" retreating three steps back, looking at his master on the hospital bed with an incredulous face.

  At this time, Zai'er not only sounded like the fat chef's wife, but also looked exactly like her, even her facial expression was imitated perfectly.

  "Master, is...is this the art of changing one's appearance?" Qin Feng asked with a trembling voice.

  Although he clearly knew that the person sitting on the bed was his master, Qin Feng still couldn't believe his eyes.

  He used to think that the easy-to-use technique was just a boast, but what happened in front of him made Qin Feng's brain a bit confused. If he had just entered the door and saw this scene, he would have thought that his master had hooked up with the fat chef's wife on the bed.

  "Face-changing technique? Well, we call it changing faces!"

  With a wipe of his hand on his face, he had already restored his original appearance. Seeing Qin Feng's shocked expression, he couldn't help but laugh and say: "This art of changing faces was originally passed down in the Jianghu, and it wasn't until the Qing dynasty, during the reigns of Emperors Kangxi and Yongzheng, that it was applied to theater, with the most famous being Sichuan opera..."

  The changing face in Sichuan Opera has actually developed for only fifty or sixty years, but this skill has been passed down for a long time among the eight great schools outside of Jianghu.

  Moreover, unlike the exaggerated facial makeup in Sichuan Opera, the changing face in Jianghu is based on a person's appearance.

  Some top-notch assassins or masters of disguise can not only imitate a person's appearance perfectly, but also mimic their tone and demeanor to the point where it's indistinguishable. It's as if they're the real deal, like what just happened earlier. Even if the fat chef were to see them suddenly, he might still mistake them for the real person.

  Carefully taking the face chart that looked like human skin from Cai's hand, Qin Feng raised his head and asked: "Master, is this... did you draw it yourself? And, is this thing made of human skin?"

  "Of course I drew it myself, you know what the purpose of learning to draw is now?"

  Zai heard the words and shook his head, saying: "This thing is made of silicone, the material can only be considered ordinary. Who dares to use human skin to make this stuff now? However, before liberation, someone had made a human skin mask, how cruel!"

  "It really is like that......" Pinching the soft mask, Qin Feng couldn't bear to let go of it and played with it for a while before lifting his head up and saying: "Master, rest assured, I will definitely practice well!"

  "It's not just about practicing painting skills, but also observing people's expressions in daily life, neither can be missing!"

  "If you dress up as a woman but walk like an old man, I'm afraid everyone except the blind can tell."

  Pausing for a moment, Zai Xi continued: "When you can walk out of this training facility with your head held high, wearing the mask you made yourself, that's when you can go find your sister!"