Chapter 133: Anning Guard Competition

Cultivation has no years, in the blink of an eye it is another autumn.

There are more and more experts in Qinghe City.

Qinghe people also experienced the happiness of the Anning Prefecture masters; even a vendor setting up a tea stall on the street can chat about a seventh-rank martial artist drinking a pot of tea at his house yesterday.

Towards outsiders, they unconsciously have a bit more superiority.

"Yo, Li Ye."

A young vendor walked up flatteringly.

Li Rui smiled: "You recognize me?"

"You broke through to eighth-rank at seventy, who in Qinghe doesn't know this; don't you remember, you used to drink noodle porridge at my stall before."

Li Rui looked at the flag stuck on the shed writing "Zhou's Porridge Shop."

Only then did he remember.

When he was a horse groom at the Zhu family, he loved to come to this porridge shop to drink noodle porridge for a while.

No other reason.

The boss was honest, every time he saw it was a poor person, he would deliberately add a little more porridge.

For people with a lot of physical labor, being full is the biggest thing.

"Your father, Little Zhou?"

Li Rui remembered that the owner of this porridge shop before was clearly a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, who was weathered and didn't look much younger than Yang Yong.

The young man was sad: "Father got sick last month and died."

"Died..."

Li Rui sighed lightly.

When he first came to eat porridge at this house, he had just become a horse groom, and the original owner of this porridge shop was still a teenager.

Meeting again, it is already separated by yin and yang.

"Give me a bowl of noodle porridge, no need to add extra, I'm not short of that bite now."

"Alright."

The young man was overjoyed.

He immediately greeted the young woman under the noodle stall shed to scoop a bowl of thick noodle porridge.

Used to eating delicacies.

The taste of noodle porridge was really bland, but Li Rui still ate it with relish.

He was slurping along the edge of the bowl.

Seen by other diners at the noodle stall, they all called it authentic.

This is the way of eating that only those who have been hungry know.

"Li Ye, is the porridge satisfactory?"

"Still the original taste."

Li Rui smiled and fumbled in his bosom for a long time, then smiled bitterly: "Put it on the account, a teenager will come to pay tomorrow."

The young man waved his hand repeatedly: "It's a great blessing for Li Ye to drink porridge at my house, how can I still collect money."

Let alone such a big official as Li Rui.

Even the white-servants in the County Office are all people who eat without paying.

He just wants a good impression.

Li Rui didn't say much, got up and thanked him, and walked towards the north of the street.

No money?

No, it's too much money.

To be precise, it's too big; the smallest is a silver ingot, the small stall owner can't change it at all.

As for throwing a silver ingot casually like the masters in the storybooks.

Reluctant.

Walked through Nanluo Street, and arrived at Willow Lane.

Li Rui clearly remembered every brick and every tile here.

If you walk three times a day, and walk for fifty years, you will also remember.

Not bad.

The largest five-entry residence in Willow Lane is the Zhu family.

Li Rui fed horses and had to pass through this alley every day, how could he not be familiar.

A moment later.

A huge vermilion gate with the words "Zhu Fu" appeared in front of him, but unlike before, there were paper money and soul-guiding banners hanging in front of the door.

Having these two items at the door means someone in the family has passed away.

Li Rui stayed at the Zhu Fu for fifty years and had seen such scenes too many times.

Paper money is a sacrifice and transcendence for the deceased, hoping for wealth below, while the soul-guiding banner is to guide the deceased to the place of rest.

"This paper money should be hung on the left, sigh..."

Li Rui stepped into the Zhu house.

As soon as he entered, he saw a group of Zhu family members kneeling in the courtyard wearing hemp and filial piety, sobbing and crying loudly; the spirit tablet wrote "Spirit of the late father Zhu Ping."

Yes, Zhu Ping died.

In fact, Zhu Ping should have died a year ago.

The Scarlet Refining Woman blood-washed the Zhu family, Zhu Ping was already negligent in martial arts, and in that battle, his heart pulse was broken; it didn't show at first, but when he discovered the problem by coughing up blood, it was already too late to save him, and he relied on strong medicine to hang his life until now.

Zhu Ping died, and the Zhu family didn't even have an old man who could take charge and understand the rules.

That's why they hung the paper money wrong.

The deceased is male, it should be hung on the left.

No wonder Zhu Ping, even if he suffered from illness every day, still wanted to live.

Without him, the Zhu family is afraid it will scatter.

Li Rui just entered the door.

Zhu Yue greeted him: "Li Lao, father passed away in a hurry, hospitality is not good, please forgive me."

"No matter, worked hard."

Li Rui nodded at Zhu Yue.

Zhu Yue returning to preside over the funeral was something the Zhu family didn't expect.

If Zhu Yue didn't return, I'm afraid they would have fought fiercely over dividing the family property long ago, and couldn't even set up a mourning hall.

"Matured quite a bit."

Zhu Yue had faded his immaturity and had the appearance of a head of the family.

Heard Zhu Yue had left the Huaqing Sect.

From then on, he was no longer a disciple of the Huaqing Sect, but the head of the Zhu family.

The hometown he didn't want to return to finally became Zhu Yue's cage.

Li Rui's age was older than Zhu Ping's.

There is no reason for an elder to offer incense to a junior, so he just stood and watched for a while, and then taught Zhu Yue to rearrange the mourning hall.

Only then did it have some appearance.

Zhu Yue looked at Li Rui gratefully: "Li Lao, I was young and vigorous before, sorry."

"All things in the past." Li Rui waved his hand indifferently.

Being old has this advantage, not holding grudges.

"The road ahead is not easy to walk, if there is anything, you can tell me, help if you can."

Li Rui said "help if you can."

Qinghe is not what it used to be, the Zhu family has already declined, it must be difficult; he doesn't mind helping with small things, but if he provokes someone who shouldn't be provoked, he naturally can't stick his head out.

Zhu Yue felt warm in his heart: "Many thanks, Li Lao."

During this period.

He had seen too much indifference; before, he was a disciple of the Huaqing Sect, coming to Qinghe was naturally surrounded by stars.

But now he became the head of the Zhu family, and even Zhu Ping's funeral was deserted.

Li Rui was one of the few people who came to mourn.

Stayed for about half an hour, Li Rui looked at Zhu Ping's token again.

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This is the second Zhu family head he sent away.

"Life and death are impermanent... only strive to cross, otherwise no matter how prosperous life is, it will finally be a handful of yellow soil."

"Immortal Dao... longevity."

Li Rui seemed to have some enlightenment in his heart.

This day.

Ge Hong excitedly knocked on the door of the Li residence.

When Li Rui opened the door.

Ge Hong was excited: "Success, I succeeded, Brother Li, the wine we agreed on, can't be less."

Li Rui looked at Ge Hong.

Soon he discovered a trace of extremely weak true Qi fluctuation on Ge Hong.

It was the sign of Willow Sinew.

"Congratulations!"

Li Rui smiled and arched his hands to congratulate.

A year ago, Ge Hong felt the bottleneck loosen, and it took a full year to truly break through.

It shows the difficulty of Willow Sinew.

Like Li Rui's ease, it is actually extremely rare.

He could feel Ge Hong's Qi, because Ge Hong just started to cultivate true Qi and had no characteristics, the quality was far worse than Xuan Qing Qi.

Of course, even if he succeeded in circulating Qi, it was still far worse.

Li Rui carried "Long Chun Gong" and "Dragon Roaming Nine Heavens Diagram," just talking about the grade, there are really not many people in the world who can exceed him.

So he could see other people's Qi, but the reverse wouldn't work.

It belongs to bloodline suppression.

Ge Hong only felt that he pushed aside the clouds and saw the moon; for these ten years, he had tried every method to break through.

If it weren't for the sixth-rank elixir bestowed by Ning Zhongtian, maybe it would take another ten years.

This is the reason why wealth, companion, method, and land, wealth ranks first.

Good talent also needs resources to pile up.

He was even more glad for his decision to leave the Iron Knife Martial Arts Hall.

"Go, drink wine!"

Ge Hong broke through, Li Rui was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

It was the kind of relief of seeing a good junior have a future.

Ge Hong didn't look down on Li Rui because he broke through and pulled away the gap, and even as soon as he broke through, the first person he looked for was Li Rui.

Friends who can talk heart-to-heart are hard to find.

Li Rui first booked a private room at the Drunken Immortal Building in the city.

When Ge Hong came, Wei Ming's big head was the first to be exposed, and what surprised Li Rui was that Ning Zhongtian also came to celebrate in person.

But thinking about it, it is normal.

Ge Hong broke through, and after the position is determined, eight or nine out of ten will be Ning Zhongtian's subordinate, and it is the kind that is only one level apart.

Before, Ning Zhongtian rarely participated in the wine bureau of Ge Hong and Li Rui.

That was because the levels between the two sides were too different, one eighth-rank, one sixth-rank, going instead might not be a good thing.

But now Ge Hong broke through, and he had the qualification to be looked at squarely by Ning Zhongtian.

Interaction between people.

Equal strength is the first priority.

Otherwise, even if they were brothers in their youth, when they grow up and their status is disparate, they will also become strangers.

Ge Hong only called Wei Ming and Ning Zhongtian.

This kind of bureau, the fewer people, the more useful, and the more heart-to-heart.

Otherwise, a group of people, talking is inconvenient, that kind of wine is also eaten in vain.

Ge Hong naturally can also handle it, but not today.

The three sat down.

Ge Hong then tentatively looked at Ning Zhongtian: "Master Ning..."

Ning Zhongtian was originally a bold character, laughed: "Brother Ge, today is to celebrate your breakthrough, no superior, you are the master."

"Yes."

Ge Hong grinned.

Before, Ning Zhongtian wouldn't say such words to him.

Broke through, and he also changed from a close person in Ning Zhongtian's faction to a person who can truly become a confidant.

Ge Hong broke through.

Naturally became the object of being toasted; wine is a good thing, even for martial artists, there is wine that can make martial artists drunk, at most it is just spending more silver.

After three rounds of drinks.

The atmosphere soon became warm, and they called each other brothers.

Li Rui was the oldest, and was even called Brother Li by Ning Zhongtian for a long time.

Ning Zhongtian was already seven parts drunk.

He lowered his voice and said to the three: "The military government assessment of our guard station will start in three months, heard Master Jiang asked the Ministry of War for several positions."

Looked at Ge Hong and Wei Ming again: "You two must fight for me!"

What he said didn't mention Li Rui.

No other reason, these positions are all seventh-rank, Li Rui can't fight for them even if he wants to.

Ge Hong's eyes lit up.

He knew that Wei Ming, this seventh-rank Platoon Leader, had waited for a full five or six years.

If he could perform well in the competition, plus Ning Zhongtian's operation, he could even get a good position.

"Heaven helps me!"

This kind of thing of promotion, personal ability is important, but timing is also important.

Li Rui listened silently on the side, his heart moved slightly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 134 =====