Chapter 6: Young Master of the Zhu Family
Say it again, killing is simple; the hard part is killing silently.
Li Rui had lived too long.
Once a person is bored, they will do many things, including chemical experiments, and it is very simple for a modern person like him to extract some ricin.
The master and apprentices lived together, so poisoning was even simpler. He knew Ma Yang's temperament too well and wasn't even worried about accidentally hurting Wang Zhao.
Ma Yang wanted to kill him, so he had to kill Ma Yang.
"If you want to blame someone, blame your bad fate."
Late at night.
Li Rui's room was filled with smoke, and heat was rising.
He lay in a large wooden barrel overflowing with hot water, squinting his eyes and leaning back comfortably.
"Herbs are expensive, but they really have no other downsides."
The cells deep in his body that had become withered due to the baptism of time became abundant and full again, and the dull, withered skin even had a luster.
The Wu Gu was like an engine that never stopped, as if it wanted to squeeze out every drop of medicinal power, and his strength grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Practicing martial arts and fitness in the past life have the same effect.
Both emphasize three parts practice, seven parts eating.
This "eating" doesn't just mean daily food, but also medicinal supplements. It's just a pity that the price of herbs in the city kept rising, and Li Rui had to take the risk to go to the black market. Fortunately, the harvest from this trip was enough for a month, not a loss.
Days passed by.
The dominance of the Wu Gu became increasingly prominent.
If it weren't for being covered by loose outer clothing, who would have thought that Li Rui, an old man nearing seventy, had grown a body of tendons and muscles.
Li Rui hunched his body, habitually carrying his hands behind his back, and strolled to the kitchen.
He greeted everyone familiarly.
It is no exaggeration to say that he watched everyone in the residence grow up, and even the Zhu family head, Zhu Ping, didn't understand the Zhu family as well as he did.
"Yo, Old Li."
Li Rui heard Yang Yong's voice on the road.
Yang Yong looked him up and down, making tsking sounds continuously: "Old Li, tell me the truth, did you steal and eat ginseng?"
It was truly seeing a ghost.
Since Old Li started practicing martial arts, he had really become younger and younger. A person over seventy looked more energetic than him, who was sixty.
It was rumored in the Zhu residence that Old Li had stolen and eaten the Flat Peach of the Longevity Star and could live to ninety.
Incredible... That turtle in the Zhu family pond seemed to be only eighty.
Seeing Li Rui didn't pay attention, Yang Yong hurriedly took two more steps to catch up: "Old Li, if you really have a secret recipe, reveal it to your brother."
Women's faces, men's kidneys.
At his current age, even if he went to the brothel and the woman lay naked on the bed, he could only look.
He was just hoping to get some help from Li Rui to regain his vigor.
Li Rui glanced at Yang Yong: "You know that old turtle in the Zhu family pond, stew it, and I guarantee you'll be rejuvenated."
Yang Yong was in a dilemma when he heard this.
If the matter of stealing the turtle was known by the Zhu family master, he would definitely be beaten to death.
Not worth it at all.
Seeing Yang Yong really thinking seriously, Li Rui was amused and kicked Yang Yong: "You only think about that little thing in your crotch."
Yang Yong chuckled.
As a guard, he, like Li Rui, had no family, and most of the silver he earned was thrown into the brothel, but these years as he grew older, he became a silver-plated pewter spear, good to look at but useless.
They were all lowly people, so they didn't care about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame; just live happily for one day.
As far as he knew, Old Li was the one who went to the Zhu family the most in his early years.
Li Rui had long entered the state of a saint with no desires.
When he first transmigrated, he was still keen on feudal cultural industries, but now he was in the saint mode.
Women?
They will only affect the speed of my sword drawing.
"By the way, Old Yang, do you have any more powerful martial arts?"
Yang Yong became interested when he heard this: "An Eight-Section Brocade isn't enough for you to practice?!"
Li Rui: "Striving to live a few more years."
"..." Yang Yong rolled his eyes: "There is, but it's a bit troublesome."
As he spoke, he made a gesture of weighing silver with his hand.
"How much?"
"At least this number."
Yang Yong gestured an eight: "This is still the internal price given by the martial arts hall."
Eight taels?!
Li Rui gasped.
Black-hearted merchant!
The martial arts halls in Qinghe jointly monopolized the market. If you want to learn martial arts, unless it's a family tradition, you can only go to the martial arts hall, and the tuition is frighteningly high. Ordinary families simply cannot afford it.
All his belongings were spent on buying medicine, and now he really couldn't take out these eight taels of silver.
"A penny stumps a hero."
Seeing this, Li Rui could only give up. The Eight-Section Brocade was enough to practice for now, and he would make plans after saving money in the future.
Just as he was talking to Yang Yong, a burst of firecrackers sounded outside the door.
Yang Yong was puzzled: "It's not the New Year or a festival, why are they setting off bamboo?"
Li Rui gave the answer: "The eldest young master is back."
Hearing it was the Zhu family's eldest young master, Zhu Yue, Yang Yong flashed a trace of envy in his eyes.
It is rumored that when this eldest young master of the Zhu family was born, there was a divine bird reporting good news. He was intelligent since childhood, learned characters at one, wrote poems at three, practiced martial arts at five, entered the rank at ten, and was valued by the master of the Huaqing Sect in Anning Prefecture at fifteen and taken as an apprentice.
The whole Zhu family felt honored and proud of it.
All of these were made up by the Zhu family.
Li Rui was there at the time. There was no divine bird; the myna that the Zhu family master usually raised was one. Learning characters at one was even more nonsense. That eldest young master of the Zhu family was still following behind him showing his bird at one, where did he know any characters.
It was true that he was taken as a disciple by the Huaqing Sect, but he wasn't valued by any master; the Zhu master spent silver.
Yang Yong: "I heard that the master of the Huaqing Sect is like an immortal. When that master came to the Zhu family, he stepped on the Qing-shui River. It was truly walking on water."
This time Li Rui didn't refute.
Because he was also there that day.
He still remembers the master's water-walking martial art to this day.
After the old man left, he even jumped into the water to check. It wasn't like Qiu Qianzhang who buried piles under the water; it should be real martial arts.
The Huaqing Sect is a great sect in the martial world of Anning Prefecture, and even the government has to give them three points of courtesy.
It is far from comparable to these martial arts halls and gangs in Qinghe.
Let's put it this way, within a hundred miles of the Huaqing Sect, even the government runners of Anning Prefecture need documents to enter.
But counting the time, it seems it's not the day to return.
The other end.
A burst of hoofbeats sounded at the gate of the Zhu residence.
Four youths and girls, dressed in luxury and extraordinary bearing, rode divine red horses to the gate of the Zhu residence.
A young man with a tall posture and handsome appearance turned his head and said: "Here, this is my home. Senior brother, junior brother, junior sister, for these few days in Qinghe, why not stay here temporarily."
"We are all guests, we will follow Tao Shidi Zhu's arrangements."
Another youth who looked a bit older smiled and nodded.
The young man was the pride of the Zhu family—Zhu Yue.
Along with him were disciples of the Huaqing Sect.
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