Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 33

In Yunying City, no one dared to offend Yiyezong.

At least Lu Tong has never seen or heard of it.

Hoofs and bird feathers have harmed many monks, but once they meet a monk who has a little relationship with Yiyezong, they dare not even think of harming others.

It has something to do with the Immortal Head of Yiyezong, so Ku Meiqin couldn't help but be careless.

Lu Tong understood Ku Meiqin's worry, took out a letter and handed it over: "Master Ku, this matter is beneficial to the immortal head. Please hand this letter to the immortal head for me. If you are worried, you can read it first. once."

"Offended."

Ku Meiqin took the unsealed envelope, took out the letter and began to examine it carefully, not letting go of any word.

After a stick of incense.

Ku Meiqin took a long breath, stared at Lu Tong with wide eyes, with an extremely complicated expression.

This letter has a lot of words, but the content is very simple.

Lu Tong briefly introduced what he had done recently, every fight from Qiancao Mountain to Hukou Pass.

Of course, details such as blood beetles are omitted.

In the end, he expressed his heart, if the elder fairy needs it, he is willing to do his best.

Ku Meiqin always thought that Lu Tong was a teahouse shopkeeper with a little brain.

After reading the letter, I couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Lu... shopkeeper Lu, I will give it to the immortal leader tomorrow, but this senior sister is an alchemist, so I don't think she needs... guards."

Ku Meiqin originally wanted to say that there was no need for a demon guard.

However, considering that the status of demon guards is lower than that of ordinary guards, they were renamed as guards.

Lu Tong nodded and said, "It's up to people to do it, please trouble the pharmacist."

In the world, apart from the fact that money is hard to earn, and those who fail to become immortals will die, there is no such thing as ten percent.

Whether it can be done or not, you will only know if you try it.

……

Back to the tea tavern.

Seeing Dahan, Lu Tong immediately remembered that he had promised to take him to apprentice.

"Dahan, come here."

Go to the table and sit down.

Lu Tong asked, "Who is that butcher who taught you the sword technique?"

"Old Han, very good."

"Where is his house?"

Dahan closed his mouth and did not speak.

Lu Tong understood that this was what he didn't know, and asked again: "What does he like? Wine, tea, knives?"

Dahan still kept his mouth shut.

Lu Tong sighed, and finally asked: "Where can I see him?"

"Food market, pork stall."

"Okay, you go greet the guests. Erhu, follow me to the vegetable market to buy vegetables!"

……

the next morning.

Lu Tong called Dahan, and said, "Let's go, go to apprentice."

I inquired about it at the vegetable market yesterday.

It didn't take much effort to find out the details of Master Dahan from a few naughty street vendors.

The old man is at least 80 years old, and he has endured for a lifetime before reaching the middle stage of Qi training.

No money, no wife, no children.

I started butchering pigs when I was young, and I have been killing pigs for decades, and now I still slaughter pigs and sell meat in the vegetable market.

Apart from being poor, ugly, short, and bad-tempered, the vendors didn't say anything bad.

In Lu Tong's view, these are not any shortcomings.

Being poor is fate, being ugly and short is destiny.

As for bad temper.

It is normal for a person who is born to be bitter to have a bad temper.

There are many people in the vegetable market.

The sound of hawking, price bargaining, pigs crowing and rooster crowing can be heard endlessly.

Dahan carried the burden and followed behind Lu Tong.

In front of a meat stand, several people are buying meat.

Behind the butcher stand stood an old man.

The old man was less than five feet tall, shirtless, with an oily leather apron hanging on his chest.

The skin is black and red, and the face, arms, and back are protruding with muscle tendons.

Lu Tong and he looked at each other, walked to the side and waited.

"Go, go, go! We won't be selling today!"

The old man put down the knife and began to chase people away.

"Hey, I've picked all the meat, why don't you sell it?"

The little girl at the front pointed at the old man's nose and screamed.

The little girl is the servant girl of a rich family, dressed in embroidered clothes, delicate and capable.

The old man ignored her at all, took the meat cloth and swung it in the air, covering the entire chopping board.

"you!"

There is a lot of oil and meat foam on the meat cloth.

The little girl was sprinkled with more than a dozen oil spots, and her face was covered with a smear of meat, she jumped on the spot and said: "Well, you pig butcher, you stained my clothes, and I can't afford to sell you!"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Obviously, not only the butcher couldn't afford the clothes, but she couldn't afford it either.

The maid's clothes belong to the master.

Lu Tong shook his head, handed over a piece of silver and said, "Outside the vegetable market, there is a clothing store at the entrance of Quliu Street, just go to the owner of the store and perform a set of clothes cleaning spells."

The little girl stared at Lu Tong blankly.

Lu Tong stuffed the money into her hand, and said with a smile: "Run here while your eyes are still red, maybe the shop owner is soft-hearted and won't accept your money."

The little girl grabbed the silver and ran away.

After running two steps, he turned back and bowed deeply: "Uncle Xie."

Uncle?

Lu Tong stood where he was, touched his face with his hands, feeling a little lonely in his heart.

……

next to.

When the old man came over, Dahan grinned and greeted, "Old Hantou."

"Who is he?"

"Head."

Lu Tong shook his head, forced a smile and said, "Senior Han, I'm going to Lu Tong, the shopkeeper of Liang Yao Tea Tavern."

Seeing the shoulder pole, old Hantou asked directly, "What's in it?"

When encountering straight temper, Lu Tong also omitted the polite rhetoric.

"Teacher Appreciation Ceremony. Dahan wants to worship you as a teacher, so I specially brought him here to apprentice."

The muscles on Old Han's face trembled, and he said, "Let's go home."

The pavement of the vegetable market is clean and tidy.

But turning into a small alley and walking behind the shop, it is a different scene.

The passage is very narrow, and the ground is full of rotten vegetable leaves, fish scales, blood and so on.

There was an unpleasant stench in the air.

Both sides are crowded with low houses.

These houses are made of different materials, such as wood, iron sheets, bricks, tarpaulins and so on.

But they all look the same shabby.

Walking into the depths of the alley, Old Han pushed half of the door open.

"arrive."

The room was small, but not shabby.

Because there is really nothing that can be broken.

In the nine-foot-square room, there is only a bed board padded with stones, a quilt, and a table.

There is also a rusty butcher knife.

There are no chairs in the room.

Old Han stood by the bed, the muscles on his face tightened even more.

"Go, go to the place where I butcher the pig, it's spacious."

Lu Tong shook his head and said, "No, this place is very good. No matter how spacious the space is, the three of us together can't occupy half a foot. Dahan, put your things down."

"Oh."

Dahan's head almost touched the roof, he bent his body and unloaded the pole very awkwardly.

The pole swayed from side to side, bumped against the wall and the table a few times, and many things fell out.

Not a good sign.

Old Hantou didn't care about these things, and said with a smile: "Stupid guy, I can't do anything but kill pigs!"

Dahan also laughed.

It was hard to tidy up and put things on the table.

Before apprenticeship, Lu Tong asked: "Senior Han, there is something I have to ask. Why did you accept Dahan?"

Dahan sat on the ground.

Old Han patted his shoulder and said with a satisfied smile: "He is born to kill pigs!"

Lu Tong nodded, Dahan is indeed suitable for butchering pigs.

When the pig was slaughtered in the teahouse before, the pig didn't struggle at all, and even took the initiative to get under Dahan's knife.

"Did the knife technique you taught Dahan create by yourself, or..."

"I'm as stupid as a pig, how can I create my own sword skills! My master taught me, and his old man is also a butcher of pigs."

Old Han Tou took off his shoes, and took out two pockets sewn with pig urine foam from inside the shoes.

"Give."

Stinks.

Lu Tong's eyelids twitched three times, he held his breath and said, "Isn't it convenient?"

"You are not an outsider, just look!"

Lu Tong shook his head.

"Forget it, it's not convenient for me to intervene in the inheritance between your master and apprentice."

Old Han still insisted, Lu Tong hurriedly changed the subject and said, "By the way, since the inheritance is orderly, presumably there are rules?"

"Of course!"

The old Hantou directly threw two pockets to the apprentice who was about to start, and said loudly: "The rule is that pigs must be killed. Master, the old man said that killing pigs is practicing swords!"

Lu Tong nodded and said, "Okay, Dahan, kowtow to pay homage to the teacher."

Dahan moved to the table and poured out a cup of apprenticeship tea that had already been brewed.

"Old Han! Drink tea!"

"Hey! Good apprentice!"

(End of this chapter)