Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 173: Ten Days to Kill the Rabbit
Qianzhou City.

"Rabbits are so cute, how can you eat them?"

A little girl of about six or seven was crying and looking at her parents. She was holding a little white rabbit in her arms and was unwilling to let go.

Just a few days ago, the little girl's parents bought her a little white rabbit.

The little girl loved the little white rabbit very much. In just a few days, she fed it and made it plump and white.

Just the day before yesterday, a notice was issued in Qianzhou City, saying that a rabbit demon was wreaking havoc in Qianzhou City, killing several wealthy businessmen and stealing silver from the government.

A notice was posted in Qianzhou City: No rabbits for ten days!

All the yamen runners and soldiers in Qianzhou City should go kill rabbits! Make sure there is not a single rabbit in Qianzhou City.

Moreover, Qianzhou City offered a reward to cultivators who could go out of the city to catch the rabbit monster. Anyone who caught the rabbit monster could get thousands of taels of silver. If the rabbit monster was too powerful, anyone who could report its whereabouts to the government could also get a reward.

Regular bunnies get rewards too!

An ordinary rabbit only costs a few dozen coins, but now it can be sold for two hundred coins!
Amid the little girl's crying, her parents slaughtered and cooked the rabbit, and then placed the spicy rabbit head in front of the little girl.

"No, no, how can I eat rabbit?" The little girl was still crying.

The little girl's father impatiently stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth. The little girl stopped crying immediately and tried to eat two more bites of rabbit meat.

"Oh my god, it smells so good!"

"Dad, don't eat it all, leave some for me!"

At this time in Qianzhou City, every household was slaughtering rabbits, because the government’s notice also said that a rabbit skin was worth one hundred big coins!

On ordinary days, rabbit skins can’t be sold at any price.

This made the people and cultivators of Qianzhou City excited. After slaughtering the rabbits in the city, they started to go out of the city to look for rabbits.

There were also some smart businessmen who went to nearby counties to buy rabbits and then took them to Qianzhou City to claim their rewards, which also made them a lot of money.

"Hey, I don't know what the rabbit monster did, but the imperial court actually made a big fuss to kill the rabbits."

"Hey, didn't the notice say that they killed several people and robbed the court of its money?"

"This world is really getting more and more chaotic. Even the monsters dare to confront the imperial court."

"Yeah, alas, rabbit!"

"this is mine!"

"What do you mean by yours? I saw it first."

"Although you saw it first, I caught it first."

"Old Chen, you and I have been brothers for many years, but you won't even let me have the rabbit?!"

"Old Li, you are the one who won't even give me a rabbit!?"

Qianzhou City, Zhao’s house.

The whole courtyard was filled with the aroma of rabbit meat. Both male and female servants were eating rabbit meat. Some of them even vomited after eating it, but they were still forcing themselves to eat more.

At the beginning, Zhao Tiancheng let his servants eat rabbit meat.

The servants were very happy, because this was meat! And it was not a fly leg.

People can only eat meat during the Chinese New Year, but I didn’t expect that rabbit meat could be eaten at will.

This made the servants in Zhao's house so happy that they ate meat desperately!

However, no matter how much rabbit meat they ate, the government would send them batch after batch of rabbits!

The rabbit couldn’t even finish it!
"what!"

One of the male servants vomited all over the floor, and as if in a chain reaction, the others began to spit out rabbit meat on the floor.

They have been eating rabbit meat for three days without stopping.

"Whoever vomited, eat it back to me, otherwise you will be in trouble." Zhao Tiancheng sneered while taking small bites of the rabbit meat.

When the servants heard what Zhao Tiancheng said, they forced themselves to eat the meat they had spit out on the ground. They knew Zhao Tiancheng's violent personality, and if they were not careful, he would kill people!
Zhao Tiancheng felt much better: "Rabbit demon, if you dare to kill me, I will destroy your entire clan!"

Zhao Tiancheng was almost suffocated after Zhou Ping's assassination. This was the closest he had ever been to death since he was a child.

Although he did not die, Zhao Tiancheng suffered a huge loss.

Zhao Tiancheng’s Paradise Tower is an extremely rare magical weapon. As long as he is in the tower, he can see any situation inside the tower.

Not only that, the Jile Tower can also suppress monsters!
Zhao Tiancheng spent 100,000 taels to buy this magic weapon. This item is also a magic weapon from several dynasties ago, and it is simply not available in today's world.

The second is Zhao Tiancheng’s protective magic weapon!

Zhao Tiancheng's protective magic weapon is also of great value. It was made by a first-grade expert at the request of his father, County Magistrate Zhao. It can block a full-strength attack from a master below the third grade.

In order to survive, Zhao Tiancheng also used up his protective magic weapon.

In addition, one of his ears was seriously injured and he was unable to protect Zhao Tiancheng in a short period of time.

This made Zhao Tiancheng both scared and angry. He thought Zhou Ping was the rabbit demon.

Because Zhou Ping took the rabbit demon's token, and exchanged it for a girl with a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

Zhao Tiancheng didn't know that Zhou Ping killed the rabbit monster and then used Li as a substitute.

That's why Zhao Tiancheng used his identity to launch the Ten-Day No Rabbit campaign in Qianzhou City.

As for the reason, it's very simple. The rabbit demon killed people and stole government property.

Only three days had passed, and no trace of the rabbit monster was found in Qianzhou City. Even the cultivators outside the city found no trace of the rabbit monster. It was as if the rabbit monster had disappeared out of thin air.

When Song Tixia entered Zhao's house, he frowned as he smelled the smell of rabbits in the yard. He also saw several people eating vomit on the ground.

Song Tixia came to report to Zhao Tiancheng about the three assassins under his command.

The three assassins followed Zhao Tiancheng's instructions to kill Zhou Ping, but they didn't come back after such a long time. Song Tixia knew that they had met with an accident.

However, Song Tixia did not believe that Zhou Ping could kill three people.

The fact that Zhou Ping was able to enter the secret realm showed that he had reached the eighth level of cultivation, while the three assassins under Song Tixia were all at the seventh level.

Song Tixia believed that the three killers were most likely robbed by others in Qinghe County.

Qinghe County has gathered many secret masters because of the Demon Lord's relics and the secret realm.

"Sir, three of my killers are dead." Song Tijie said.

Zhao Tiancheng waved his hand and said impatiently: "It's dead, what does it have to do with me? Did you catch the rabbit monster?"

Song Tijie knew Zhao Tiancheng's temperament and also knew about what happened in Jile Tower. He knew that Zhao Tiancheng had now forgotten about Zhou Ping, and his mind was now full of the rat demon.

Since Zhao Tiancheng didn't mention Zhou Ping's matter, Song Tixia didn't mention it either.

Song Tixia was not going to mention Zhou Ping again. After all, Zhao Tiancheng probably wouldn't even remember this little guy. "The rabbit demon wasn't found. The government officials and soldiers were all released. But the rabbit demon seemed to have disappeared out of thin air!"

Zhao Tiancheng smashed the table beside him into powder with one palm: "Find it for me! Find it for me!"

In Qianzhou City, in addition to the matter of the rabbit monster, paper has also become very expensive.

A piece of rice paper used to consist of only five large pieces, but now it consists of ten large pieces.

The Spring River Flower Rain Night has spread throughout the entire Qianzhou City, and to the other nine states and counties. Some people in the capital have seen the Spring River Flower Rain Night.

On a night of spring river flowers and moon, paper from Qianzhou becomes expensive.

Fan Shiyi was touching the girls in the Jiaofang Bureau, making them so wet that they couldn't help but want to throw themselves into her arms.

"Eleven, is your father here?" Xiaoqing was standing by the window and suddenly saw a figure in the distance.

The figure was Fan Zhongfu.

Fan Zhongfu is a first-grade master, and a first-grade master can teleport to any place.

Fan Shiyi glanced out the window, a little unhappy. She sighed and reluctantly pulled her hand out of the girl's clothes: "What are you doing here, old man?"

Although he said he was unhappy, Fan Shiyi still went outside and met Fan Zhongfu.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Fan Shiyi yawned and seemed uninterested.

Xiaoqing stayed obediently on Fan Shiyi's shoulder.

Fan Zhongfu held a piece of paper in his hand, on which was written a poem called "Spring River, Flowers, Rainy Night". This poem was also spread to the capital.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you, how did you do in your assessment of Zhou Ping? What kind of person is he? Can he be accepted into the academy in the capital?" Fan Zhongfu said as he watched Moonlight on the Spring River.

When Fan Zhongfu arrived in Qianzhou City, he saw many people holding this poem in their hands, so he bought one.

Fan Shiyi did not answer Fan Zhongfu, but asked: "What do you think of the poem you wrote?"

"This poem is similar in style to yours, full of beautiful words."

“But the beautiful words are not empty, but full of life philosophy.”

After reading it, Fan Zhongfu's mouth curled up slightly: "Did you write this poem? It seems that you have not wasted your time in the past two years. You have improved your attainments in poetry. This poem is better than all your previous ones."

Fan Zhongfu was very happy.

Although Fan Shiyi was well-known for her talent, she only wrote obscene poems and songs. Fan Zhongfu looked down on her poems.

On the contrary, in Quiet Night Thoughts, Fan Zhongfu felt that he was far better than Fan Shiyi, but Fan Shiyi did not admit it.

Fan Zhongfu thought that Spring River Flower Rain Night was written by Fan Shiyi, and that this poem was more artistic than Fan Shiyi's previous poems. He also thought that Fan Shiyi's artistic conception had been sublimated after two years of traveling.

"You are only half right. This poem is indeed better than all my previous ones." Fan Shiyi sighed and said with a little reluctance: "This poem was not written by me!"

Fan Zhongfu was slightly surprised, and he read the poem over and over again.

"Is it Li Shi? No, his poems do not contain obscene lyrics or music."

"Is it Meng Hetang? That shouldn't be the case. Although his words are in the same style, his background is not enough to write such a poem."

Fan Zhongfu guessed several people and they all shook their heads. In his opinion, only his daughter could write such a good poem.

"This poem was written by Zhou Ping." Fan Shiyi's eyes sparkled. "He wrote this poem during the Confucian exam. I feel inferior to him."

Fan Zhongfu opened his mouth slightly, looked at Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye again, and couldn't help but pat his knees: "He is really a genius. I will go to Qinghe County now and take him to the academy!"

"This boy's Quiet Night Thoughts has made it possible for people who can't read to memorize a few lines, which has added a bit of literary flavor to the Wei Dynasty."

“I thought he just got it by chance, but I didn’t expect he could also write Spring River, Flowers, Rain and Night!”

Fan Zhongfu no longer cared about Zhou Ping's character. After all, he wrote good poems, but his character was much worse.

Even though Zhou Ping had a bad character, Fan Zhongfu felt that he could teach Zhou Ping well.

With such talent, increasing the talent of Wei is the most important thing.

"You don't have to go looking for him. He doesn't want to go to the academy." Fan Shiyi said.

Fan Shiyi talked about Zhou Ping's character, especially some things that happened between them.

Of course, Fan Shiyi also explained that Zhou Ping was unwilling to enter the academy.

"Zhou Ping still wants to pursue a career in martial arts, so he wants to travel the world!" Fan Shiyi explained.

Fan Zhongfu's tone was a little anxious: "He is only an eighth-rank Buddhist. What if he gets killed by bad guys? I'm going to find him and leave him some treasures!"

After Fan Zhongfu finished speaking, he was about to leave.

"No need, the teleportation talisman has already been given to him." Fan Shiyi paused after saying this, "Zhou Ping is a cautious person, he knows his limits, if he encounters danger, he will probably go to the academy to take shelter."

Seeing his daughter say this, Fan Zhongfu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. He wants to travel around the world. This is not only helpful for martial arts, but also for writing poetry. After all, if you want to write good poems, you need to work hard outside of poetry!"

Fan Zhongfu paused and said, "After you take the exam for the scholar in Qianzhou City, you don't have to go back to the capital. Learn more from Zhou Ping. This guy is better than you!"

Fan Shiyi was silent for a moment. If she had been like her old self, she would have fought back.

In Fan Shiyi's opinion, apart from Fan Zhongfu, no one in the world can write better poetry than him. I am the best in the world.

But with the Spring River Flower Rain Night before him, Fan Shiyi really couldn't say such words.

A sly look flashed in Fan Zhongfu's eyes. He saw the changes in Fan Shiyi and prayed in his heart: "This Zhou Ping is not simple. I hope Shiyi can become normal under his influence."

"Dad, here is another poem, maybe you will like it." After Fan Shiyi finished speaking, he threw "Mercy of Farmers" to Fan Zhongfu.

The poem "Ming Niu" was written by Zhou Ping in a secret place. Only Fan Shiyi and several scholars from Qinghe County were present at that time.

This poem is not as talented as "Spring River Moon Night" nor as vulgar as "Quiet Night Thoughts".

And because many scholars in Qinghe County died in the secret realm, this poem has not yet spread.

"When I hoe the field at noon, my sweat drips down to the ground. Who knows that every grain of rice on the table is the result of hard work?"

Fan Zhongfu looked at Minnong with his eyes wide open, and asked excitedly: "Is this also written by Zhou Ping?"

In Fan Zhongfu's opinion, the value of this poem "Song of Pity the Peasants" far exceeds "Quiet Night Thoughts" and "Spring River Night with Flowers and Rain"!
The current Wei literary world is filled with obscene lyrics and songs, all of which describe the licentious life of the upper class and have long since detached themselves from the lower classes.

The appearance of this poem "Song of Pity the Peasants" is a breath of fresh air in the literary world of the Wei Dynasty.

Fan Shiyi shook his head and then told what he had discovered in the secret realm.

"Master Bu Tiao, you moved the mountain in an instant. Could you be a first-class warrior?" Fan Zhongfu asked with a frown.

When Fan Shiyi thought of the cloth hero, he became angry. At that time, the mountain was pressing down on the city, and Fan Shiyi had sent a message to Fan Zhongfu through the magic weapon, but Fan Shiyi did not come to save him.

If it weren’t for the cloth hero, Fan Shiyi would have died in Qinghe County.

Fan Shiyi yawned: "I don't know."

Fan Zhongfu nodded. He couldn't figure out who the "cloth hero" was.

"Okay, then I'll leave." Fan Zhongfu held Minnong carefully in his hand, as if he was holding some treasure, and Fan Shiyi was no longer in his eyes.

Fan Zhongfu disappeared in a flash, but left a word.

"Don't forget to ask Zhou Ping for advice. He will be my last disciple from now on!"

"Besides, tell him not to be low-key! He has the support of the Master!"

When Fan Shiyi heard what Fan Zhongfu said, he didn't say anything, but Xiaoqing said, "Why do I feel that your daughter is not as good as his disciple?"

"Shut up!"

(End of this chapter)