Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 181 Just Don’t Sleep in My Bed

The appearance of Suzaku and Uncle Lame's death made Zhou Ping suddenly feel that this world was very dangerous and he had to improve his cultivation quickly.

Zhou Ping closed his eyes and began to check Li Jin's memory.

Zhou Ping skipped over the unimportant stuff and jumped to the secret of Li Jin's speed.

Li Jin's speed is not innate, but the result of practice.

Young Li Jin was chased by wild dogs and accidentally fell into a dry well.

There was a corpse in the dry well, and next to the corpse was a jade slip, on which was recorded a magic spell called the Divine Movement Technique.

The magic of speed can increase the speed of the practitioner several times.

As the saying goes, the only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed. With speed, killing is as easy as pie.

It was with the help of the magic speed that Li Jin was able to transform from an ordinary person without a master into a master.

"There are three types of divine movement techniques."

"One is the Divine Speed ​​Talisman. Draw a talisman and stick it on your leg. It can double a person's speed."

"Secondly, the magical legs require the use of drugs to train the legs and make substantial changes to them."

"Third, the secret art of divine movement. Performing this art consumes the blood and energy in the body, which can make the practitioner's speed faster. However, the duration is only one stick of incense. As for the side effects, it also lasts one stick of incense. Within one stick of incense, you will have no strength left."

There are three versions of the art of teleportation.

The first version, drawing runes and sticking them on the legs, can make the practitioner faster.

However, the magic talisman is a consumable and will be useless after one use.

As for Li Jin, he tried to draw talismans, but failed.

Drawing talismans requires energy and consumes resources, so Li Jin gave up the magic talisman.

Li Jin chose the Shenxing Retreat and Shenxing Secret Technique.

The magic leg requires soaking the legs in various elixirs, which requires a lot of herbs and consumes a lot of silver.

However, the Speed ​​Leg is something that can be retained on the body at all times after training, and is not a consumable item.

As for the magic of walking, it takes one stick of incense to cool down and one stick of incense to use. However, during the cooling time, the practitioner has no power.

"As for drawing talismans, I have plenty of money and experience in drawing talismans. I can buy some and try it out first."

"As for the Speedy Leg, it's just a matter of spending some money to buy herbs. But the training time for Speedy Leg is a bit long. I soak herbs every day and it takes half a year to achieve a small success."

"The Divine Walking Leg is somewhat similar to the Vajra Indestructible Body of Buddhism. Both require the absorption of the spiritual energy of herbs."

"As for the secret art of walking with all your strength, even after using one stick of incense, it's not enough. This art is really useless."

Zhou Ping memorized the magic of speed in his mind, then listed some items, and then flashed to Qianzhou City.

In Qianzhou City, Zhou Ping bought yellow paper, cinnabar and some top-quality pens.

In addition to these, Zhou Ping also bought a lot of medicinal herbs. Some of these medicinal herbs were for practicing the magic of walking, and some were for practicing the Vajra Indestructible Body.

Zhou Ping's Vajra Indestructible Body has made some progress, but he still needs to continue practicing.

Although the herbs are expensive and there are hundreds of kinds, fortunately Zhou Ping is not short of money.

After buying everything, he stuffed the items into the storage jade, leaving the owner of the drugstore so shocked that he was speechless.

Storage jade is extremely rare.

Zhou Ping was not afraid because he was facing someone else's face.

Zhou Ping walked out of the pharmacy, and the next moment, he felt someone was staring at him.

Zhou Ping was walking on the streets of Qianzhou City and couldn't help but sigh, it was so lively.

Qianzhou City has become more lively these days than the last time I came here, with lights and decorations all over the roadside.

Zhou Ping heard people on the street discussing that because Fan Shiyi was here, many talented people from other states and counties came to see her.

Not only Fan Shiyi, there is also a scholar named Meng Hetang in Qianzhou City. This person claims to be the best among Fan Shiyi. This makes many talented people dissatisfied and they want to come to him for advice.

Not only that, Spring River Flower Rain Night also originated from Qianzhou County. Many people come here to admire its reputation, and the first place they arrive at is Qianzhou City.

Zhou Ping walked in the bustling crowd and disappeared the next moment.

On the busy street, five people searched for Zhou Ping where he disappeared, but they found nothing. They saw that Zhou Ping bought so many things and knew that he was a rich man, so they wanted to borrow some money to spend.

But I didn’t expect that Zhou Ping would disappear.

"Why did you disappear?"

"Five people, ten eyes, do you want your eyes to breathe?"

"The opponent is too fast. Even if we attack him, we might die."

"Is it possible that he is not fast, and the other party is a first-class and can teleport."

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Qianzhou City, Jiaofangsi.

"Mr. Fan, what are you thinking about?" A woman, with a good appearance, and more importantly, a curvy figure, a slim waist and a plump butt, her eyes were almost tearful.

Fan Shiyi was leaning against the windowsill alone, drinking wine, his face slightly flushed.

For a moment, Fan Shiyi suddenly felt that the back of a man was very familiar, as if he was someone who was inferior to himself.

"Is it him?" Fan Shiyi couldn't help but be stunned.

The woman couldn't help but scolded, "There are so many sisters here. What kind of woman are you thinking about, young master?"

In the room, besides her, there were more than a dozen beauties.

"Pa." Fan Shiyi slapped the beautiful woman on her plump breasts.

The woman looked at Fan Shiyi with a reproachful look, with her arms around her chest, making her breasts look sparkling.

Xiao Qing stood up, looked at the figure in the distance, sniffed the air, and shook her head: "Your Mr. Fan, you are not thinking about women, but men?"

"roll."

Qinghe County, Tunnel.

Zhou Ping was yawning, and next to him was Wang Cheng.

Qinghe County transported grain to Qingyuan County for disaster relief in accordance with the court's order, so Wang Cheng thought of Zhou Ping.

After all, when the food was first transported, the tunnel was not peaceful and many people died.

Zhou Ping came back from Qianzhou City, and before he had time to practice the art of speed, he was dragged into the tunnel by Wang Cheng.

This mission will last for three years.

Wang Cheng and the yamen runners respected Zhou Ping very much and prepared a carriage specially for him.

Zhou Ping's eighth-grade cultivation level determines whether they will encounter danger on the road.

Along the way, there were indeed some foolish people who wanted to attack the convoy, but they were all scared away by the ghost bride.

After the ghost bride appeared, even the villains knew how powerful she was.

There were delicious food and drinks on the carriage, but the only thing missing was a woman.

In fact, there was a girl in the car. Miss Mingyue was willing to accompany Zhou Ping on this mission, but was rejected by Zhou Ping.

The carriage is not shockproof enough and I'm afraid it will collapse.

The mission was completed ten days later.

As soon as Zhou Ping returned home, he saw a dozen scholars waiting at his door. Some of them were not very old, and one of them was named Chen Chao.

As a scholar of the ninth rank of Confucian cultivation in Qinghe County, Chen Chao is an openly great Confucian scholar.

"Brother Zhou." Chen Chao said respectfully.

Zhou Ping looked at Chen Chao. He was actually not very familiar with Chen Chao. They had only met a few times.

But now it seems that Chen Chao's temperament has changed a bit. Chen Chao used to be a young man with a strong sense of justice, but now he seems calm and steady, as if he is a middle-aged man.

Zhou Ping just thought that the death of most of the scholars in Qinghe County had affected Chen Chao's mood.

Zhao Tiancheng allowed the scholars of Qinghe County to enter the secret realm as well, which resulted in the death of most of the high-ranking scholars in Qinghe County.

Zhou Ping: "What? Do you have anything to send?"

Chen Chao said respectfully, "No. It's just that the examination for the scholars in Qianzhou City is about to begin, and I want to take the scholars from Qinghe County to take the examination. I want to see if Master Zhou wants to go with us."

Zhou Ping shook his head: "I'm not preparing for the exam." In the exam, whoever takes it is awesome, and whoever fails is an idiot.

Chen Chao did not show any displeasure, but continued: "Master Zhou, do you have any message for Master Fan? I can pass it on for you."

Fan 11?

Zhou Ping thought about it. Fan Shiyi was a man of high moral character, worthy of being a Confucian third rank.

It’s just that Fan Shiyi is a weird person. He is a man but a little feminine. Whenever Zhou Ping is with her, he is always afraid of being stabbed in the back or fighting with bayonets.

"Neither." Zhou Ping said honestly.

While the two were talking, the other scholars listened respectfully.

Chen Chao was a Confucian of the ninth rank, and Zhou Ping was even more remarkable.

Although Zhou Ping did not disclose his Confucian attainments, everyone recognized him as the number one Confucian in Qinghe County. After all, Fan Shiyi, the number one Confucian of the younger generation, said that she could not compare to Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping's status was naturally very high in the eyes of the scholars in Qinghe County.

Chen Chao cupped his hands and said, "Then Mr. Zhou, we are leaving now."

Chen Chao was polite yet humble, as if he was reporting to a teacher or leader.

There is no hypocrisy in this respect; it is all sincerity.

Chen Chao's respectfulness made Zhou Ping a little overwhelmed.

"Teacher Zhou, I want to ask you a question." a teenager asked.

The boy was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with big eyes, and looked very smart.

Chen Chao immediately scolded him: "Why did you suddenly interrupt the adults when they were talking? Have you forgotten the Confucian rules I taught you?"

Chen Chao immediately explained to Zhou Ping: "This is a cousin of the family. He has some literary talent and is already a virtuous boy. He is young and righteous and does not know the rules. Please do not be offended, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Ping laughed. He was a rough man who didn't understand the Confucian rules and didn't feel offended.

Chen Chao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhou Ping was not angry.

"If you have any questions, I will tell you if I understand." Zhou Ping thought the boy just wanted to ask about writing poetry.

Zhou Ping had already figured out how to faze them.

"Teacher Zhou, why do you study?" the boy asked.

Zhou Ping wanted to say that he had never been to school, but he changed his mind and coughed dryly: "Study for the prosperity of Wei!"

After saying this, even Zhou Ping felt a little uneasy.

But Zhou Ping could see admiration in the eyes of the young men.

"It's good this way. It can plant a seed of kindness in their hearts. Even if they become officials in the future and may become corrupt as the world goes, it's good to have a little kindness," Zhou Ping thought.

Chen Chao also showed admiration, and he called to the young men: "Okay, that's it, we should leave now."

However, the boy did not leave.

"Teacher Zhou, although you said that you are studying for the Great Wei, many people's original intention of studying is to become a good official, but as time goes by, they forget their original intentions. What do you think we should do?" the young man asked again.

Chen Chao scolded, "Brother, your question is a bit beyond the scope. Mr. Zhou is not an official, how can I explain this to you?"

Zhou Ping also wanted to say, yes, I have never been an official, how can I answer your question?

But looking at the children's clear eyes, Zhou Ping suddenly asked: "Do you have any writing brushes and ink?"

Chen Chao didn't understand what was going on, but he still took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his pocket, which were things a scholar would definitely bring with him.

"Let me give you a few lines of poetry. Just take it as an encouragement to yourself." Zhou Ping said as he wrote a few lines of poetry on paper.

After the poem was finished, Chen Chao and a dozen other young men were stunned where they were.

"I have entered the tenth rank."

"I have also entered the tenth rank."

"I have entered the ninth rank."

"Mr. Zhou, thank you very much. I have entered the eighth rank!"

This poem enabled half of the dozen people to break through or enter a new realm.

In the courtyard.

Yan Yi was a little uninterested. She lay on the table, scratching it with her fingers, leaving scratches on it.

Ever since Uncle Lame died, Yan Yi has not returned to the escort agency.

The head of the Yan family sent people to look for her several times, but Yan Yi was unwilling to go back.

Even though the head of the Yan family came to invite him personally, Yan Yi was unwilling to meet him.

Finally, the head of the Yan family escorted away.

However, when the head of the Yan family left, he rearranged the escort agency.

Uncle Lame died, and the escort agency was left without an accountant. The head of the Yan family asked Yan Yi to stop escorting and instead be the accountant in Qinghe County.

In the past, all the money earned by the Yan family head went to Uncle Lame.

Now that Uncle Lame is dead, the head of the Yan family is still responsible for making money, and all the money is given to Yan Yi.

Zhou Ping sighed. At this moment, he realized that people are complicated.

The head of the Yan family and Uncle Lame have a friendship as brothers, but they can become enemies for a woman.

In order to survive, the head of the Yan family left Yan Yi to the demonized Uncle Lame at the most critical moment.

But now, the head of the Yan family still left all his wealth to Yan Yi.

People cannot be simply divided into good and evil. People are complex.

Zhou Ping never thought of killing the head of the Yan family.

After all, Uncle Lame said that Zhou Ping would not be allowed to take revenge because he was afraid that Yan Yi would be sad because of losing the head of the Yan family.

“Yan Yi, although I am an escort at the Yan Family Escort Agency, I have no relationship with your father.”

"Uncle Cripple taught me the technique and was very kind to me."

"If you are disappointed with the head of the Yan family, I can kill him. This will not only fulfill my favor to Uncle Bo, but also allow you to avenge Uncle Bo, so you don't have to worry so much?"

"how?"

Zhou Ping was ready to give the depressed Yan Yi some strong medicine. After all, Uncle Lame had said that he should take care of Yan Yi.

"Uncle Lame, if you think I'm good enough to be your son-in-law, just tell me. What does the word 'take care of' mean?" Zhou Ping blamed Uncle Lame.

What is care?

Take care of the bed? Or take care of the bed?
Sure enough, when Yan Yi heard Zhou Ping's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears.

He Yunqing and Liu Ruyan hurried to comfort Yan Yi.

Yan Yi cried all night, and when she woke up the next day, she felt much better.

The next day, several people had dinner together.

"Xiao Yun, can I tell you something?" Yan Yi took a few bites of food and then said.

He Yunqing suddenly had a bad feeling: "What's the matter?"

Yan Yi was still a little depressed: "Uncle Bo is gone, and I don't want to escort anymore. I'm going to take over the account office of the escort agency in Qinghe County. It's uncomfortable to live alone in the escort agency. I'll stay here at night."

There were several rooms in the inner courtyard. He Yunqing and Liu Ruyan lived in one, Zhou Ping lived in one, and Fan Shiyi lived in another.

"This?" He Yunqing hesitated and glanced at Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan hurriedly said, "Xiaoyanzi, this house doesn't belong to the two of us, it belongs to Zhou Ping."

He Yunqing's hesitation, Liu Ruyan's excuses. Even though Yan Yi was a warrior, he also understood that the two women seemed reluctant.

But why are they unwilling? Considering my relationship with Yunqing, why wouldn't I be unwilling to live in her house?
Although Yan Yi didn't understand, she still asked Zhou Ping: "Zhou Ping, is there a problem living in your house? Uncle Bo asked you to take care of me, right?"

Zhou Ping almost couldn't swallow his rice. Do you really remember this sentence?

I didn't expect that I would be taken care of so well.

"Just don't sleep in my bed."

"In your dreams."

(End of this chapter)