Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 110: Befriending the Head of the Police
Yan Family Escort Agency.

Yan Yi's face turned a little pale.

Song Tianhu's kick was merciless and Yan Yi was injured.

"What's going on?" Uncle Lame saw Yan Yi's appearance and hurried forward to support her.

Yan Yi shook her head: "Uncle Lame, it's okay. I just had a fight with someone and got injured."

Yan Yi explained the whole story.

"Song Tianhu, rank eight!" A hint of murderous intent flashed in Uncle Lame's eyes. He had murderous intentions towards Song Tianhu.

Yan Yi said: "Fortunately, Zhou Ping showed up at the last moment. He is already an eighth-rank Buddhist, and his cultivation is comparable to Song Tianhu. He drove Song Tianhu away."

Upon hearing that Zhou Ping had reached the eighth level of Buddhism, Uncle Lame was slightly stunned, but he quickly returned to normal.

Uncle Lame knew that Zhou Ping was a warrior and that he had already reached the martial arts level.

As for the Buddhist practice, Uncle Lame never asked, but Zhou Ping mentioned it.

Uncle Bo has a fondness for Zhou Ping. He likes this steady young man.

"Someone, help the young master go back to the house to rest." Uncle Lame arranged for someone to take Yan Yi to rest.

Yan Yi hesitated to speak, and finally gritted her teeth and said: "Uncle Bo, did something happen to you, or did Xiaoyanzi do something wrong? Why do I feel..."

Yanyi felt Uncle Lame's coldness towards her.

Uncle Lame smiled faintly: "Xiaoyanzi, you think too much, it's just that the escort agency's business has been bad recently, so you are a little irritated."

into the night.

Song Tianhu brought a dozen of his brothers to the Jiaofangsi to seek pleasure.

"Damn it, this Fa Yuan really screwed me over. He told me that Zhou Ping is an eighth-grade cultivator, but he didn't say that there are two transformable monsters around him." Song Tianhu complained to Fa Yuan.

The dozen or so younger brothers around him also started complaining.

"Yeah, this bald guy is really bad. He clearly wants to make big brother and Zhou Ping enemies."

"That's right, that's right, this monk is so mean."

The younger brothers also believed that Fa Yuan deliberately did not reveal Zhou Ping's information, which caused Song Tianhu to suffer a loss.

Two transformed monsters, both seventh-grade! How to fight them?
"Gouzi, go to Qingyuan County and tell that bald donkey to give me the remaining 500 taels. I will forgive him for cheating me. Otherwise, I will make him pay." Song Tianhu arranged his men to go to Qingyuan County to find Fa Yuan.

Gouzi said hurriedly: "Okay, big brother, I will go tomorrow."

"Fuck you, go now." Song Tianhu kicked Gouzi to the ground, cursing.

Gouzi held his stomach and groaned for a long time. When he came to his senses, there was no trace of Song Tianhu.
He is the weakest among Song Tianhu's dozen younger brothers and has not yet reached the rank, so he usually has to do all the bad tasks.

Seeing Song Tianhu taking others to the Jiaofangsi to find women, Gou Zi was envious, but he could do nothing and had to go to Qingyuan County at night.

Around the hour of Chou, Song Tianhu, drunk, came out of the Jiaofangsi with a dozen of his men.

"What a crappy place! The girl isn't that good looking, and yet she dares to ask me for money!" Song Tianhu cursed.

Song Tianhu and his brothers wanted to get something for free but were unwilling to pay, so they were kicked out of the Jiaofangsi.

A dozen people were wandering around the streets.

They came to Qinghe County to hunt for treasures. The magic weapon of the Demon Lord fell in Qinghe and Qingyuan counties and has been picked up by many people.

Song Tianhu came here to try his luck. Even if he was unlucky, he could just steal things from the lucky ones.

"On a dark and windy night, it's the perfect time to kill people." Song Tianhu chuckled, and he was ready to find some martial arts masters to take action.

Black eats black.

"Brother, look, there is a person in front."

A small thug saw a man in black wearing a cloak with a purse hanging around his waist.

The sound of silver colliding attracted everyone's attention.

Song Tianhu's eyes lit up, and he sobered up a little: "Let's go, follow him."

After a while, Song Tianhu followed the man in the black cloak out of the city and came to a mass grave.

Song Tianhu suddenly noticed something unusual.

My own cultivation is high, but some of the minions around me have not yet reached the level.

There were more than a dozen people following him, but the man in the cloak in front of him didn't even notice?
If the cloaked man had no cultivation, why would he come to the mass grave at night?

If the cloaked man had any skills, he should have discovered the group long ago.

Thinking of this, Song Tianhu said to himself: Oh no, I am the prey.

"Let's go!" Song Tianhu said, and turned to run away. He guessed that the cloaked man used his breathing to lure them into the trap.

However, the cloaked man had already moved from in front of them to behind them, blocking Song Tianhu's retreat.

"My friend, my name is Song Tianhu. I'm the second in command of the Dragon and Tiger Gang in Qianzhou City. My eldest brother is a seventh-rank official." Song Tianhu introduced himself.

The cloaked man chuckled and said, "Eighth rank is good, just right for sharpening my knife."

After the cloaked man finished speaking, two long swords suddenly appeared in his hands. The long swords were cold and emitted bursts of chill.

"Go!" Song Tianhu shouted, and ordered a dozen of his men to step forward.

Song Tianhu already understood that it was impossible to leave and he had to fight.

The dozen or so younger brothers had no idea of ​​the cloaked man's strength, so they just rushed forward.

However, with the flash of the sword, more than a dozen minions were killed to pieces in an instant by the cloaked man.

In just a moment, the cloaked man killed all the dozen or so minions.

"Eighth rank!" Song Tianhu's expression changed slightly. He could see that the other party's cultivation was at least at the eighth rank.

Thinking of the other party's cultivation level, Song Tianhu suddenly thought, could this person be Zhou Ping?
There are not many eighth-grade people in Qinghe County, and Zhou Ping is one of them.

Moreover, he had offended Zhou Ping. Could it be that Zhou Ping was here to kill him?
However, before Song Tianhu could figure it out, the cloaked man was already rushing towards him.

Song Tianhu had no choice but to fight. He wanted to escape. But the cloaked man didn't give him a chance.

The two men fought for a while.

Although Song Tianhu was arrogant, he was not stupid. He could see that the opponent was stronger than him, and the reason why he could hold on for so long was purely because the opponent wanted to use him as a training ground.

This made Song Tianhu think that the man in the cloak was Zhou Ping, because he had just arrived in Qinghe County and had not offended anyone.

"Zhou Ping, I know it's you. Here are five hundred taels of silver. Fa Yuan gave me this. He wants me to take the vajra back from you!" Song Tianhu shouted, then took out five hundred taels of silver from his arms.

However, the cloaked man was not moved at all.

"It seems that this is all you can do. The eighth rank really disappoints me." The cloaked man said with a little disappointment, and then his figure disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, the cloaked man appeared in front of Song Tianhu and stabbed him in the heart with a knife.

Song Tianhu looked at his chest in disbelief: "Who are you?"

Before he died, Song Tianhu pulled the cloak off the cloaked man.

Under the cloak was a skinny old man.

Not Zhou Ping? Song Tianhu was a little stunned.

The old man turned out to be Uncle Lame!
"Why did you kill me?" Song Tianhu never understood until his death who the other party was and why he wanted to kill him.

"You have offended the person I love most in this world."

"Who? Zhou Ping?"

"Zhou Ping? Oh, he counts as half."

As Song Tianhu was completely dead, Uncle Lame slowly left. However, at this time, Uncle Lame was no longer lame, but was walking normally.

"I can kill an eighth-rank easily, and my legs have grown back. Senior brother, you are at most an eighth-rank!"

The next day, noon.

Zhou Ping got up, with Xiaobai and Xiaoqing lying on his body.

Xiaoqing was wrapped around Xiaobai's neck like a pendant.

Zhou Ping put the two monsters on the bed and let them continue to sleep, then he went out.

"Zhou Ping, get up. I made soup for you two, Master Fan." He Yunqing seemed to know that Zhou Ping would get up at this time.

Last night, the four of them played cards until almost dawn before they went their separate ways, so Zhou Ping slept until noon.

He Yunqing prepared the food early. Zhou Ping was a little flattered.

There are meat and vegetarian dishes, vegetables and soup, noodles and rice, fish and chicken.

The meals were sumptuous.

However, compared to the delicious food, the mother and daughter who were eating with them were even more appetizing.

"It feels so good to have a woman at home." Zhou Ping couldn't help but think.

When Zhou Ping lived in this house, he was too lazy to take care of it, so except for a few places, it was overgrown with weeds everywhere.

Ever since the mother and daughter moved in, the yard has become less barren and more colorful.

After dinner, Zhou Ping left. He heard from Yan Yi that Dao Ba and Chen Erdan were also in Qinghe County.

Not long after, Zhou Ping took two friends to the brothel.

Although it was daytime, there were storytelling performances in the brothels. However, during the day, it was all plain.

However, the three of them had no plans to eat meat. They just wanted to find a place to reminisce about the past.

"What's the point of going to a brothel? Let's go to your house." Chen Erdan rolled his eyes and said with a wicked smile.

Scar was unhappy: "What's so good about Zhou Ping's family? It's better to be in a brothel."

Zhou Ping smiled calmly. How could he not know what Chen Erdan was thinking? He had a beautiful woman at home.

"Scar, don't just practice martial arts all day long. Communicate more with people and listen to more interesting stories in Qinghe County." Chen Erdan jumped up and slapped Scar on the head.

However, the blow to the head did not hurt Scar, but it made Chen Erdan cry out in pain.

"Erdan, stop talking to people all day and listening to interesting stories about Qinghe County. I am a ninth-rank warrior!" Scar held his head high and said proudly, "I am already far ahead."

Scar was born with a talent for martial arts, and he often escorted goods and experienced several life-and-death crises, so he made a breakthrough in martial arts.

With Scar's strength, he can walk around Qinghe County with ease.

Chen Erdan expressed his dissatisfaction on the spot. Although he had reached the tenth level of Buddhist cultivation, he did not admit that Scar was far ahead.

"What's wrong with the ninth rank? Zhou Ping is already the eighth rank." Chen Erdan said sarcastically.

Chen Erdan was well-informed. He knew that Zhou Ping was an eighth-grade cultivator and that he had scared away Song Tianhu, who was also an eighth-grade cultivator.

Chen Erdan was not jealous at all, he was truly happy for Zhou Ping.

Scar was stunned. Eighth rank? Zhou Ping? He couldn't believe that Zhou Ping was already at the eighth rank.

Scar experienced several life-and-death crises and practiced day and night before he reached the ninth level.

I thought I was far ahead, but who would have thought that Zhou Ping was already at the eighth level.

A sense of frustration emerged.

"Scar, don't listen to his nonsense. I am indeed an eighth-grade cultivator, but I am a Buddhist eighth-grade cultivator. I'm just lucky. Buddhist cultivation requires the help of external forces." Zhou Ping explained.

Zhou Ping didn't expect that Scar had already reached the ninth rank of martial artist, and he didn't expect that after one night, the news that he was at the eighth rank had spread.

But it’s good that it has spread, at least it can save a lot of trouble.

Along the way, many people cast friendly glances at Zhou Ping.

Especially some minor clerks in the yamen, they all greeted Zhou Ping regardless of whether Zhou Ping knew them or not.

This enthusiasm almost made Zhou Ping unable to handle it.

"Zhou Ping, come to the Jiaofangsi." Wang Cheng came to Zhou Ping with several yamen runners.

Zhou Ping greeted politely: "Greetings, Captain Wang."

Wang Cheng was a little unhappy: "Zhou Ping, this is your fault. Think about it, Yuan Gong, you and I have experienced life and death together and dealt with tiger monsters. Why call me Captain Wang? Just call me Brother Wang."

Wang Cheng did not dare to interfere in Song Tianhu's affairs because of County Magistrate Lu's order.

However, he did not expect that Zhou Ping was actually an eighth-grade cultivator, and seemed to be even stronger than Song Tianhu.

Song Tianhu gave Zhou Ping face and stopped bothering him.

Wang Cheng must make friends with Zhou Ping.

His situation was very awkward. Although he became a captain of the police, Captain Leng's cultivation level was only at the eighth level.

What’s worse is that many foreign cultivators have come to Qinghe County.

The worst of these cultivators were at the tenth rank, and there were even more at the ninth rank. The royal city was not so tough in treating these outside cultivators.

In order to deal with these foreign cultivators, County Magistrate Lu had to give some of his power to Captain Leng.

So Wang Cheng felt very aggrieved. He had just suppressed Leng the Captain for a few days, but he didn't expect that Leng the Captain could be on equal footing with him again.

Wang Cheng must win over Zhou Ping.

"Brother Wang!" Zhou Ping knew about his own cultivation level, so Wang Cheng was very polite to him.

But since others have good intentions, I should always accept it.

Wang Cheng was very happy. He knew that Captain Leng and Zhou Ping were not happy during the trip to the tunnel.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

"If you have any problems in Qinghe County, you can come to me." Wang Cheng said, and then lowered his voice to Zhou Ping, "Miss He, you don't have to give me a hundred taels of silver every month!"

Wang Cheng spent a lot of money to win over Zhou Ping. He wanted to protect the business of the medicine shop, but he was not prepared to collect protection fees.

Wang Cheng thought that since He Yunqing and Liu Ruyan lived with Zhou Ping, they were Zhou Ping's people.

"What a pity that Miss Yunqing has contracted a heart disease, otherwise you and she would be a perfect match! But don't worry, brother. I will keep an eye on her for you and find a good doctor to cure Miss Yunqing." Wang Cheng said with a laugh.

Zhou Ping knew that Wang Cheng thought he had some kind of relationship with He Yunqing. But it was also a good thing that the other party was not going to collect protection fees from the He family.

He Yunqing and her daughter were very nice to me, and Liu Ruyan was also very nice to Xiaobai. Just the lunch alone would cost at least one or two taels of silver if I ate it outside.

Zhou Ping nodded, which was considered as his consent. He regarded it as paying for his meal.

"Brother Wang, if there is anything in the future, I will definitely help you if I can." Zhou Ping made his promise. Wang Cheng's kindness was enough, and he also had to make a promise.

Wang Cheng had the status of an official, so he just wanted to use Zhou Ping's eighth-rank cultivation to support the scene. Zhou Ping could still do this.

Wang Cheng laughed out loud. He used to think Zhou Ping was a cautious person, but he didn't expect him to be so sensible.

A bailiff ran up to Wang Cheng and said a few words in a low voice.

After Wang Cheng heard this, his face changed drastically, and then he looked at Zhou Ping with a complicated expression.

Zhou Ping also heard what the young yamen runner said.

"Song Tianhu and his little brothers are all dead."

(End of this chapter)