Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 68: A Little Wine

"Go and ask the children in the hall to come to the front hall... Forget it, you go downstairs and change into clean clothes first, I'll ask others to do it."

Zhao Qi'an originally wanted to ask Zhao Wuwen to do it, but when he turned his head and saw her wet appearance, he decided to change someone else.

Zhao Wuwen immediately shook his head and clenched his fists lightly: "I, I can go."

"I am very happy to be able to help my foster father."

It was obviously just an ordinary matter, but she acted as if she had received a sacred mission, and her face became firm and serious.

Without waiting for Zhao Qi'an to say anything, she turned around without wasting a moment and trotted away.

Under Zhao Qi'an's gaze, Zhao Wuwen only ran two steps before falling flat on the ground.

This time, he fell really hard and his nose was bleeding.

But Zhao Wuwen got up, wiped the blood from his nose, and trotted forward as if nothing had happened, as if he was used to it.

Zhao Qi'an seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally shook his head helplessly.

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, in the front hall of the Health Hall.

Zhao Qi'an sat in the hall, and Ugly Slave stood beside him, holding a roll of names, and chanted the names in a loud and heroic voice:
"Next, Zhang Meng."

The outside of the lobby was filled with children from the Health Hall. Under the guidance of the masters inside the hall, they lined up in an orderly manner. Each of them opened their little heads and couldn't help looking into the hall with curiosity.

The child whose name was called walked into the hall, received this month's training resources from the ugly slave, then respectfully called "Benefactor" in front of Zhao Qian'an, kowtowed, and then left.

Zhao Qi'an remembered the name of every child in the health center, and he would say a few words to each person who came to bow to him.

It may be encouragement, admonition, or guidance on doubts in practice...

Let these children realize that even if the benefactor does not come to the health center often, he is well aware of their recent situation.

As the children in the hall bowed before him one by one, the large boxes that Zhao Qian'an brought were gradually emptied.

And when the last child in the church bowed before him.

Tie Wuhen then came in from outside the hall and bowed to Zhao Qi'an who was sitting in the hall: "Master."

"Master Tie, please sit down."

After Zhao Qi'an nodded, he took the roster from the ugly slave, picked up the cinnabar pen on the table, flipped through the roster, and circled one of the names.

After doing all this, he put down the cinnabar pen and handed the roster in his hand to Tie Wuhen: "As usual."

Tie Wuhen knew what Zhao Qi'an meant by "as usual".

If a child is circled on the list, he or she needs to be paid special attention by the master in the hall. If there is a circle for three consecutive months, the name will be crossed out.

Children who were marked with a "cross" would be sent out of the hall and sent to the Zhao family's main home in Haiqing City, East China Sea, to be ordinary slaves. They would not receive the careful cultivation of the Zhao family and would never have the possibility of soaring to the sky.

As for what the assessment criteria are...

Tie Wuhen didn’t know, because some children seemed very good to him, but Zhao Qi’an abandoned them.

He once tried to ask Zhao Qi'an, but Zhao Qi'an's only answer was "loyalty".

Some people are just impossible to tame.

Tie Wuhen knew this truth, but how did Zhao Dongjia tell a person's loyalty and treachery at a glance...

I can't figure it out and I don't understand.

But he simply stopped thinking about it, after all, Zhao Dongjia had never missed it.

Fortunately, ten years after the Yangsheng Hall was built, only a few children were actually sent out.

Tie Wuhen subconsciously took the roster, but did not open it to look at the names circled in red. Instead, he closed the roster on the table, hesitated for a moment, and bowed to Zhao Qian'an, revealing a bitter smile: "I'm afraid I can't work for the boss anymore." Zhao Qian'an was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why? Master Tie is not satisfied with the treatment I give you?"

Tie Wuhen shook his head: "The old master once saved my life, so why would I care about the treatment? What's more, the treatment given by the boss is better than that of the royal family, so how can I be dissatisfied?"

"I have been taking care of the baby for forty years. During these forty years, I have received countless favors from the Zhao family and watched the Dong family grow up. Now that the Dong family is in need of manpower, I have to leave... I feel really ashamed."

He took off the sword case on his back, placed it across his legs, stroked the sword case, and sighed, "But I am still determined. I want to see if the Eight-Lined Yuantai can reach the pinnacle of martial arts in this world after being promoted."

"Forty years have passed. Are the three great sword masters still as good as before?"

"This world is prosperous, but I still want to travel around with my sword!"

Zhao Qi'an was silent for a long time.

He was in need of people at that time. Once Tie Wuhen left, he would have to find another celestial warrior to take charge of the health hall for him.

He also has to be a teacher who is good at teaching his disciples.

What's more, Tie Wuhen had finally advanced to the third level of supernatural power. How many warriors at the level of supernatural power were there in the entire Daqian Dynasty?
Even for Zhao Qian'an, this is a great help.

But after a long time, Zhao Qi'an nodded and said, "Master Tie, don't feel burdened. Just go ahead."

His straightforwardness moved Tie Wuhen: "Boss..."

Zhao Qi'an said, "The Zhao family has never asked for a favor in return. Master Tie has also worked for the Zhao family for many years and doesn't owe you anything. Since you are leaving, I will give you some wine as a farewell."

"Ugly slave, go get some wine."

The ugly slave did as he was told and quickly brought a jar of wine and two small bowls and plates.

Zhao Qi'an poured the wine himself, filling two cups, took one cup himself, handed the other to Tie Wuhen, looked at him and said:

"If one day, Master Tie gets tired of this world and wants to find a place to stay, you're always welcome here."

After that, drink it all in one gulp.

Tie Wuhen is a pure warrior. He has never been involved in any disputes over the years and has only pursued his own martial arts throughout his life.

If you can't keep it, then don't keep it.

A simple wish of "well" is enough.

……

After drinking two glasses of wine.

Zhao Qian'an asked the ugly slave to remove the wine jar.

Tie Wuhen still felt guilty. He had received salary from the Zhao family for forty years, but because he was in the Yuantai period, he had been in convalescence, and he had not even done as much for the Zhao family as other priests.

Now that he has made a breakthrough, it should be the time to give back to the Zhao family, but he left for his own selfish reasons.

He could only remember the boss's generosity.

"If the boss is in danger, you can send someone to find me at any time. I will never say no."

Tie Wuhen solemnly promised Zhao Qian'an.

Zhao Qian'an waved his hand, indicating that he shouldn't take it to heart.

Afterwards, Tie Wuhen lowered his voice and said, "Besides, if I leave now, I'm afraid the old patriarch will use the excuse of His Majesty's birthday to send someone else to Kyoto."

His face gradually became solemn, and he said, "Although I am the benefactor of the old patriarch, I have also watched the Dong family grow up. Naturally, I will do my best for the Dong family. But it is hard to say whether you will replace me and serve the Zhao family in Jingdu City... Please be careful, Dong family."

Zhao Qi'an just chuckled and said calmly:
"No problem, let him come."

(End of this chapter)