Chapter 633: Heaven-Human Realm! (Requesting monthly tickets!)

Above the firmament, gray tribulation clouds were entangled with evil spirits, and the Yama Dharma Form overlooked the human world like a god, two heavenly demon pupils staring at Li Rui sitting cross-legged between heaven and earth.

"Six Paths Yama Heart-Demon Tribulation."

This was Li Rui's last thought.

Opening his eyes again.

Wooden roof beams, a somewhat rotten and moldy smell, and the whistling cold wind made the window lattice creak.

It was late at night.

Li Rui opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

He pushed the door open, hands tucked in his sleeves, shivering as he walked to the stable, skillfully mixing the dry feed.

Feeding horses is a technical job.

When to use dry feed and when to use fine feed, there are rules.

If the horse gets thin, one will definitely get a scolding from Master Zhu.

After finishing.

It was still only the Yin hour, and heaven and earth were pitch black.

Master Zhu was a mean person and didn't allow lights, so he could only vaguely hear the creaking sound of the snow being stepped on by several Zhu family servants who were as miserable as him.

Li Rui lost his sleepiness.

He sat on the steps of the stable, taking an old pipe from behind his waist, the yellow copper pot filled with tobacco.

Sparks flickered.

He leaned back comfortably and puffed away.

'Had a strange dream.'

'Old Li was almost about to become an incredible great figure.'

Li Rui laughed twice.

That dream was truly refreshing.

At least he didn't have to worry about food or clothing, and the people inside even called him Lord Li; it was truly majestic.

Soon.

Li Rui stopped thinking about it.

Worried in his heart.

He had two disciples, one Wang Zhao, one Ma Yang.

Wang Zhao was fine, a well-behaved temperament.

Ma Yang was the first disciple he took; the person was very clever, but his heart was impure, always thinking of stepping on him to become the groom of the Zhu family.

People are old.

The more they are afraid.

Afraid of death, and afraid of not living well.

Being a groom for the Zhu family has all kinds of bad things, but there is one point: at least you don't have to go hungry, and it's barely decent in the mansion.

He was already seventy years old, with half a foot in the grave.

If the young and strong Ma Yang snatched the groom's position, he could only pray that Master Zhu would remember his hard work and not be kicked out of the mansion to freeze to death in the cold wind.

Afraid, he was truly afraid.

The longer you live, the less you want to die.

At least not die so indecently.

Finally, it was dawn.

Li Rui stood up shivering.

Old age, his body was not as good as before, his heels were slightly numb from squatting, he stomped a few times, and then walked out of the stable.

The little disciple Wang Zhao came to the stable to mix feed as usual.

The big disciple Ma Yang hadn't come for several days.

Hearing from the familiar guard Old Yang, that kid had been colluding with the Zhu family steward these days, running out all day, not knowing what he was doing.

He was a seventy-year-old man, really having no energy to manage.

By noon.

He received an order from the Zhu family steward to go to the south of the city to hit a horseshoe, saying that the second master of the Zhu family wanted to use a horse.

Walking on the street.

Soon turned into a small alley.

Just as he walked in, he saw a lean man staring at him with malicious intent.

Li Rui secretly called out "not good."

Wanted to run, but his legs were already not nimble, wanted to grab a handful of yellow sand from the ground, but the young and agile lean man had already jumped on him.

Punched him to the ground.

Li Rui could only protect his vital parts.

In the chaos.

He saw a familiar face.

It was his disciple, Ma Yang.

Indifferent, even... somewhat cruel.

'Is this how I die?'

Not reconciled. ===== CHAPTER 634 =====