Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 166: Want to be my father?
Qinghe County.

Wang Cheng paraded Mo Laowu's body through the streets.

Mo Laowu's body was covered with rotten leaves.

There were many people watching the excitement on the street. Some people spat on Mo Laowu's body, some poured feces on him, and some even set him on fire.

Some people even stabbed him with a knife.

"Damn it, why did this scum die?"

"Yes, if he were alive, I would have to cut a piece of meat from him."

"Lao Li, why do you hate Mo Laowu so much? Could it be that he slept with your wife?"

"Get out! Old Zhang, your unmarried daughter has grown a big belly recently."

The people of Qinghe County hated Mo Laowu to the core. I don't know how many people had cuckolds on their heads. Moreover, Mo Laowu had slept with many unmarried girls, which was really a sin!

I wonder how many people feel sorry that Mo Laowu didn't survive.

"Thanks to Captain Wang, otherwise this guy would have harmed so many more people!"

"Hey, why thank him? If his wife hadn't been slept with by someone else, he wouldn't have been able to catch Mo Laowu so quickly."

"Old Li is right. If the county magistrate's house had not been robbed by Mo Laowu and the woman in Wangcheng had not been slept with by someone else, they wouldn't have cared so much about Mo Laowu."

Although the spectators were very happy about Mo Laowu's death, they were not grateful to the government. After all, Mo Laowu had already cheated on so many people.

Moreover, this incident happened more than a year ago, and the government has not been able to catch Mo Laowu.

If Mo Laowu's appetite hadn't grown, and he hadn't targeted County Magistrate Lu and Wang Cheng, how could the case have been solved so quickly?
However, they didn't know that the case was solved so quickly and it had nothing to do with the government.

The government said that it was Wang Cheng who captured Mo Laowu, but when Wang Cheng found Mo Laowu, Mo Laowu was already dead.

The exposure of Mo Laowu's identity and his death were all due to Zhou Ping.

If Mo Laowu had not disguised himself as Zhou Ping and entered his house, he would not have been scratched by Xiaobai and his identity would not have been exposed.

If Mo Laowu hadn't wanted to take Zhou Ping's place, he wouldn't have been found by Zhou Ping.

Wang Cheng spit on the ground. No matter whether others were happy or not, he was very happy anyway.

Mo Laowu was dead, and Wang Cheng found two thousand taels of silver and a painted skin mask from him.

In addition, Wang Cheng also took out several hundred taels of silver from the man in the bamboo hat.

Naturally, this money would not go into the hands of the government, but would be split between him and County Magistrate Lu in a 2:8 ratio.

Although Wang Cheng was given a hat, at least he got a few hundred taels of silver, so it felt okay. He finally made some money back.

As for the cause of Mo Laowu's death, Wang Cheng took the credit for it. He didn't know who killed Mo Laowu, and Wang Cheng thought it was caused by a riot in the underground casino, which led to Mo Laowu's death.

"Hey, did you know? Mo Laowu disguised himself as Zhou Ping and entered his house."

"Zhou Ping, the Zhou Ping from the Yan Family Escort Agency? The Zhou Ping who wrote the great poem?"

"That's right. Mo Laowu also stole a lot of silver from Zhou Ping's house?"

"Hey, it's more than just money. He's not going there for the money."

"If you're not going for the money, then what are you going for?"

"Miss He and Madam Liu live with Zhou Ping."

"Oh, by the way, Zhou Ping's house was actually bought from the He family. Yes, yes, Miss He and Madam Liu are together."

"I also said that Mo Laowu turned into Zhou Ping and gave Miss He and Madam Liu to that person."

"Ah! This Mo Laowu is so powerful?"

"Quick, tell me in detail what happened? Which of them did Mo Laowu sleep with?"

"Hey, which one? I heard it's both mother and daughter?"

"Why, it must be that both of them are in trouble!"

Zhou Ping's family.

He Yunqing is fighting with Xiaobai.

Zhou Ping was free, so he taught He Yunqing and Xiaobai how to fight. Although he was stronger, he couldn't always tie them to his belt. He had to rely on himself at the critical moment.

Xiaobai was already at the tenth level, and Xiaoqing had taught her some demon skills. So Xiaobai's cultivation improved very quickly after she entered the tenth level.

Although Xiaobai's intelligence is not high, his fighting instinct is still there.

He Yunqing is also a tenth-rank cultivator. She is a Confucian cultivator who has been initiating. Although she has cultivation, her combat power has never been strong.

"Yes, this is the boxing and palm technique of Buddhism." Zhou Ping instructed He Yunqing.

Zhou Ping had absorbed the memories of Fayuan and Puming, and had memories of Buddhist exercises in his mind.

Zhou Ping passed the Buddhist skills to He Yunqing.

He Yunqing is not good at boxing and martial arts, but he is very talented in Buddhist magic.

How to release the Buddha power in the body and how to deal with monsters and ghosts have a very high level of understanding.

"Hey, I think," He Yunqing said after a moment of hesitation, "I really want to break through."

He Yunqing felt a breaking sound inside her body, and she could feel that she had entered the tenth level.

He Yunqing was fighting with Xiaobai, and Zhou Ping also told her some Buddhist theories, although he himself did not understand them.

But I didn’t expect that the teacher couldn’t do it, but the apprentice could.

He Yunqing actually reached the ninth rank.

Zhou Ping didn't expect He Yunqing to be so talented.

Originally, He Yunqing and Xiaobai could fight to a draw, but as He Yunqing's cultivation level improved, Xiaobai could no longer beat He Yunqing.

What's more, He Yunqing practices Buddhism, and her strength can restrain Xiaoqing.

These days, Zhou Ping had nothing to do, so he taught Xiaobai and He Yunqing the art of cultivation, so that they would have a way to protect their lives in this chaotic world.

In addition to her cultivation, He Yunqing also has the Soul Sleeve Arrow given to her by Zhou Ping.

The Sleeve Arrow of the Mind helped Zhou Ping overcome several crises, but as his cultivation level improved and the level of enemies he encountered became higher and higher, the Sleeve Arrow of the Mind was no longer useful.

Therefore, Zhou Ping gave the Soul Sleeve Arrow to He Yunqing.

"Okay, okay, stop practicing and come and take a break." Liu Ruyan said while holding some tea.

Xiaobai changed from a human body to a cat body, jumped into Liu Ruyan's arms and licked the wine in her hand.

"Zhou Ping, I heard that Mo Laowu died." Liu Ruyan said casually, "I don't know how he died."

Zhou Ping immediately became nervous. He already knew that Liu Ruyan was a member of the Zhang family, so he was very cautious in his words and actions, fearing that the other party would see through his hand.

Liu Ruyan showed no signs of cultivation, but Zhou Ping could feel that Liu Ruyan's cultivation must be very high.

Zhou Ping said casually: "Yes, I heard from Wang Cheng that someone was cheating in an underground gambling house and accidentally killed Mo Laowu."

Zhou Ping naturally would not say that he killed him.

He Yunqing was sweating profusely. She said with a hint of annoyance, "It's OK if Mo Laowu dies, but he has implicated us."

Rumor has it that in Qinghe County, Mo Laowu attacked both He Yunqing and Liu Ruyan, mother and daughter.

He Yunqing deliberately glanced at Zhou Ping: "Zhou Ping, you know that Mo Laowu turned into my appearance. Although he had some thoughts about mother, he was stopped by Xiaobai."

He Yunqing emphasized this specifically.

Zhou Ping looked at Liu Ruyan. He knew that Liu Ruyan had not suffered any loss. Even if Xiaobai was not there, she would not suffer any loss with her status.

"Strange, the Zhang family was sealed off for more than ten years after being beaten by the Demon Lord."

"But Liu Ruyan has been in Qinghe County for eighteen years."

"That is to say, at the moment when the gate was sealed, the Zhang family still sent some people to leave the Zhang family."

"But why did the Zhang family send people to Qinghe County? Is He Yunqing really the daughter of Liu Ruyan and Mr. He?"

"The place where the Demon Lord died is also in Qinghe County. Is there any secret about Qinghe County?" Qinghe County.

Chen Chao looked at Spring River Moonlight Night and Quiet Night Thoughts in his hands, his eyes full of bloodshot.

After a long time, Chen Chao let out a long sigh.

If it was just Quiet Night Thoughts, Chen Chao would feel unconvinced, he felt that his poems could be better than Zhou Ping's.

But this song "Spring River Moon Night" made Chen Chao deeply realize that the gap between himself and Zhou Ping was too big.

"It's hard to even compare to him." Chen Chao paused, "No! Or rather, I can't even see his back."

Chen Chao boasted that he was a talented person in Qinghe County, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even compare to an escort. He felt that he was being crushed.

But besides Zhou Ping, there is also Mingyue.

Mingyue from the Jiaofangsi is actually already a seventh-rank official!

"I can't compare to anyone." Chen Chao shook his head with a wry smile. He looked at the poems on his desk and then burned them all.

"Forget it. I'll just be a teacher in the future. I don't have the talent for writing poetry."

Qianzhou City.

In the past few days, Zhou Ping's Spring River Moon Night has spread throughout Qianzhou City.

However, unlike "Quiet Night Thoughts", this poem "Spring River Moon Night" was only circulated among literati and the upper class.

Because few of the lower-class people were literate, they could understand Quiet Night Thoughts and Pity the Peasants, but not Moonlight on Spring River.

In the Jiaofangsi, Fan Shiyi was drinking with the girls.

In the past, Meng Hetang was a frequent visitor to Qianzhou City's Jiaofangsi and was extremely famous.

But since Fan Shiyi came, Meng Hetang has not appeared in the Jiaofangsi.

"Hey, why hasn't Master Meng come to the Jiaofangsi recently?"

"Is it because after Mr. Fan Shiyi from the capital came, he no longer has the courage to come?"

"No, I always say it's because of the Spring River Moonlight Night."

"A moonlit night on a spring river?"

"Yes, Master Meng stayed indoors and refused to eat or drink, determined to write a poem that could rival the one on a moonlit night on a spring river."

Several women were talking.

Fan Shiyi naturally heard what they said.

"Meng Hetang? This kid is quite talented. Among the younger generation, besides me, he is the only one."

"No, apart from me and Zhou Ping, only this kid's poems have some spirituality."

Fan Shiyi shook her head. She didn't think Meng Hetang could write any good poems, because Zhou Ping's poems had surpassed many geniuses, even the famous people in history, he could compare with them.

At this time, next to Fan Shiyi, a woman was sniffing the food.

Fan Shiyi smiled and said, "Try it."

The woman was a girl from the Jiaofangsi, and was possessed by a ghost bride.

The ghost bride looked at her hands, then picked up a chopstick and put it in her mouth, with an intoxicated expression on her face.

"Oh, poor thing." Fan Shiyi touched the ghost bride's hand with heartache.

The ghost bride pulled it out cleverly: "Mr. Fan, please respect yourself. I have a man."

Fan Shiyi was slightly stunned, and naturally knew that the man the ghost bride was talking about was Zhou Ping.

Along the way, Fan Shiyi tried to warm up the ghost bride, but the ghost bride didn't buy it at all.

The ghost bride has a low level of education and has little feeling for Fan Shiyi's love and poetry, which makes Fan Shiyi feel like he is hitting cotton.

Xiao Bai was also in the middle. She chuckled and looked at Fan Shiyi with disdain: "You've hit an iron plate. No, not an iron plate, but a ghost plate."

Fan Shiyi glared at Xiaoqing.

On the other side, the ghost bride ate another mouthful of food, then put down her chopsticks: "Master Fan, I have sent you to Qianzhou City as you requested, and now I am ready to go back."

The ghost bride protected Fan Shiyi all the way. He did encounter several dangers along the way, but they were all resolved by her and Xiaoqing.

Now that they have arrived in Qianzhou City, the ghost bride is ready to leave. Her mission is to send Fan Shiyi to Qianzhou City.

"Stay a few more days." Fan Shiyi looked at the woman possessed by the ghost bride.

The woman's eyes flashed with confusion, and then returned to normal. She looked at Fan Shiyi and said, "Master Fan, what virtue and ability do I have to be favored by you?"

Fan Shiyi sighed lightly, but did not let go: "Girl, you really look like an old friend of mine."

"Is it your first love?"

"how do you know?"

"Countless men have said this to me."

Meng family.

Meng Hetang's clothes were disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot.

Several servants took away the lunch and replaced it with new food.

"Hey, sir, this won't do. I haven't eaten for several days. I'm afraid my body can't bear it."

"Hey, you don't know the young master yet. He always does this when he wants to write poetry. He doesn't eat or drink."

"But in the past, he could write a poem in a day and a night, but this has been several days."

The servants whispered.

Meng Jiusheng walked into Meng Hetang's room with his hands behind his back.

The ground is already covered with poems.

Meng Jiusheng picked up some poems and nodded frequently, then shook his head frequently. These poems were all excellent poems, and if they were circulated in the market, they would increase Meng Hetang's reputation.

But these poems are still not as good as "Spring River Moon Night".

"Ancestor." Meng Hetang looked at Meng Jiusheng with a tired face.

Meng Jiusheng asked expectantly, "How is it? Do you have any good poems?"

Meng Hetang blinked his bloodshot eyes and stammered, "I can't do it, I can't do it."

Meng Jiusheng's expectations were dashed. He knew that since Meng Hetang said so, then he really couldn't write a good poem.

"Someone, call all the women in the Meng family whose husbands have died." Meng Jiusheng said gritting his teeth.

Meng Jiusheng had long wanted to accept Zhou Ping as his apprentice, but Zhou Ping was unwilling, and according to Fan Shiyi, Zhou Ping was already Fan Zhongfu's apprentice.

Fan Zhongfu wanted to take Zhou Ping as his apprentice because of the poem "Quiet Night Thoughts".

"Old Fan, you are so cunning. You snatched away a piece of unpolished jade as soon as it showed a corner." Meng Jiusheng murmured to himself. He and Fan Zhongfu were from the same era and had a very good relationship.

However, even if he couldn't snatch Zhou Ping as his apprentice, Meng Jiusheng still wanted to take advantage of Zhou Ping's halo.

After a while, several widows of the Meng family came to Meng Jiusheng.

Meng Jiusheng looked at several widows, the youngest was in her twenties and the oldest was in her forties.

"You go." Meng Jiusheng waved his hand, and the widow in her forties gave up. "Wait a minute, you stay too."

Meng Jiusheng originally wanted to let the widow in her forties leave, but then he changed his mind. What if Zhou Ping liked this?
Meng Hetang looked at his ancestors and mother in confusion. He was also a posthumous child, and his mother was also a widow.

"Ancestor, what is he doing?" Meng Hetang didn't understand what Meng Jiusheng wanted to do.

Meng Jiusheng stroked his beard and said to the widows earnestly, "I have a young friend who is very talented and likes widows. Who among you think is willing to marry him?"

Meng Hetang was full of questions? Talented? Like widows? He was shocked: Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye wants to be my father?

(End of this chapter)