Evergreen Immortal.

Chapter 6 Young Master Zhu
Let me say it again, killing is easy, but killing silently is difficult.

Li Rui lived too long.

When people are bored, they will do a lot of things, including chemical experiments. As a modern man, it is very easy for him to extract ricin.

The three masters and apprentices lived together day and night, so it was easy for them to poison him. He knew Ma Yang's temper too well and was not 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 it on bad luck."

late at night.

Li Rui's room was filled with smoke and heat.

He lay in a large wooden tub filled with hot water, squinted his eyes, and leaned back comfortably.

"There's really nothing wrong with herbal medicine except that it's expensive."

The cells deep inside the body that had become dry due to the baptism of time became full and plump again, and the dull and shriveled skin even became radiant.

Wu Gu was like a non-stop engine, trying to squeeze out every drop of medicinal power, and his strength increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Practicing martial arts is similar to fitness in the previous life.

It all depends on 30% training and 70% diet.

The word "eat" does not only refer to daily food, but also medicinal supplements. It's a pity that the prices of medicinal herbs in the city have been rising again and again, so Li Rui had to take the risk to go to the black market. Fortunately, the harvest from this trip is enough for a month, so it's not a loss.

The days passed by.

Wu Gu's tyranny becomes increasingly prominent.

If it weren't for the loose coat that usually covers his face, who would have thought that Li Rui, an old man in his seventies, actually had such muscular body.

Li Rui hunched over, with his hands behind his back as usual, and strolled to the kitchen.

He greeted everyone familiarly.

To put it bluntly, he watched everyone in the house grow up, and even Zhu Ping, the head of the Zhu family, didn't know the Zhu family as well as he did.

"Hey, Old Li."

Li Rui was walking on the road when he heard Yang Yong's voice.

Yang Yong looked at him, clicking his tongue: "Old Li, tell me the truth, did you steal the ginseng?"

What a hell.

Since Old Li started practicing martial arts, he has become younger and younger. A man in his seventies looks more energetic than this man in his sixties.

Everyone in the Zhu Mansion was saying that Old Li had stolen the peaches from the God of Longevity and was able to live to be ninety years old.

It’s incredible. The turtle in Zhu’s pond seems to be only eighty years old.

Seeing that Li Rui ignored him, Yang Yong hurriedly took two quick steps to catch up with him: "Old Li, if you really have a secret recipe, please tell me."

A woman's face is a man's kidney.

At his age now, even if he went to a brothel and saw the woman stripping naked and lying on the bed, he would have to watch.

I'm counting on getting some powerful support from Li Rui.

Li Rui glanced at Yang Yong and said, "You know that old turtle in Zhu's pond? If you stew it, it will definitely make you young again."

When Yang Yong heard this, he was immediately in trouble.

If the master of the Zhu family knew about stealing the turtle, he would be beaten to death.

Too uneconomical.

Seeing that Yang Yong was really thinking seriously, Li Rui was so angry that he laughed and kicked Yang Yong: "You are just thinking about your crotch."

Yang Yong chuckled.

He was a security guard, homeless like Li Rui, and most of the money he earned was spent on brothels. However, as he grew older, his money became like a silver-plated spearhead, good-looking but useless.

We are all low-class people, why should we care about propriety, morality, integrity and shame? We just want to live happily every day.

As far as he knew, it was Old Li who visited the Zhu family the most often in the early years.

Li Rui had long since entered the state of a saint with no desires or demands.

When he first crossed over, he was still obsessed with the feudal cultural industry, but now he has reached the saint mode.

A woman? She'll only slow down my sword-drawing speed.

"By the way, Old Yang, do you have any more powerful skills?"

When Yang Yong heard this, he immediately became interested: "Isn't one copy of Ba Duan Jin enough for you to practice?!"

Li Rui: "Try to live a few more years."

"." Yang Yong rolled his eyes: "Yes, there is, but it's a bit troublesome."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of weighing silver in his hand.

"How many?"

"At least this amount."

Yang Yong made the gesture of eight: "This is still the internal price given by the martial arts school."

Eight taels?!
Li Rui took a breath of cold air.

Black-hearted businessman!

The martial arts schools in Qinghe have joined forces to monopolize the market. If one wants to learn martial arts, unless one is taught by family, one can only go to a martial arts school. The tuition fees are frighteningly high and most families cannot afford it.

All his assets were spent on buying medicine, and he really couldn't come up with the eight taels of silver now.

"A penny can make a hero fall."

Seeing this, Li Rui had no choice but to give up. He could still practice Ba Duan Jin and make plans after he had saved up some money.

Just as he was talking to Yang Yong, a burst of firecrackers was heard outside the door.

Yang Yong was puzzled: "It's not a festival, why are they setting off firecrackers?"

Li Rui gave the answer: "The eldest young master is back."

When he heard that it was Zhu Yue, the eldest son of the Zhu family, a hint of envy flashed in Yang Yong's eyes.

According to legend, when the eldest son of the Zhu family was born, a divine bird announced the good news. He was intelligent since childhood. He learned to read at the age of one, composed poems at the age of three, practiced martial arts at the age of five, became a monk at the age of ten, and was accepted as a disciple by the master of the Huaqing Sect in Anning Prefecture at the age of fifteen.

The entire Zhu family is honored and proud of it.

The above are all compiled by the Zhu family.

Li Rui was present at the time. There was no such thing as a magical bird. The master of the Zhu family did have a mynah bird that he took for a walk. It was even more ridiculous that he learned to read at the age of one. The eldest son of the Zhu family was still following him around and showing off his bird when he was one year old. How could he know any words?

It is true that he was accepted as a disciple by Huaqing Sect, but it was not because he was favored by any master, but because Master Zhu spent money on him.

Yang Yong: "I heard that the master of Huaqing Sect is like an immortal. When the master came to Zhu's house, he walked on the Qingshui River. He really floated on the water."

This time Li Rui did not refute.

Because he was there that day.

He still remembers the skill of the old man from Huaqing Sect who could float on water.

After the old man left, he jumped into the water to take a look. It turned out that it was not like Qiu Qianzhang who had buried hidden stakes underwater. It should be real kung fu.

The Huaqing Sect is a major underworld sect in Anning Prefecture, and even the government has to show some courtesy to them.

It is far from comparable to the martial arts schools and gangs in Qinghe.

Let’s put it this way, within a hundred miles of Huaqing Sect, even officials from Anning Prefecture need written documents to enter.

But if I calculate the time, it seems that the day for me to return is not yet.

another side.

The sound of horse hooves clattered outside the Zhu Mansion.

Four young men and women, dressed in luxurious clothes and with extraordinary bearing, came to the gate of Zhu's mansion riding on majestic red horses.

A tall and handsome young man turned around and said, "We are here. This is my home. Senior brothers, junior brothers, and junior sisters, why don't you stay here temporarily during the few days you are in Qinghe?"

"We are all guests, so we will just follow Junior Brother Zhu's arrangements."

The other boy, who looked a little older, smiled and nodded.

That young man was none other than Zhu family’s prodigy—Zhu Yue.

Those who came with him were all disciples of the Huaqing Sect.

(End of this chapter)