Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 19 Get ahead? Cultivation options!

After a stick of incense

Zhu Sihai gave a general description of the skin refining method of "Elephant Armor Technique".

Everyone was fascinated by it, and more or less gained something.

"That's it for today!" Zhu Sihai exhaled and slowly finished his work. While wiping his sweat with a brocade handkerchief, he said impatiently: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask in private. Wei Hong is coming with me!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Wei Hong was also a little confused. Why was he looking for him?

With great doubts, the two walked into the backyard one after another.

Zhu Sihai put on a short coat, picked up the purple clay pot on the stone table and drank a few sips of tea, then waved his hand and said: "Sit down!"

"Uncle Sihai, what do you want from me?" Wei Hong didn't feel restrained and sat down casually.

Apparently he felt that the conditions he offered were enough to impress anyone, and he was waiting for Wei Hong to burst into tears of gratitude and accept his kindness.

Wei Hong's oil and salt cannot enter, and the ancient well has no waves!
  No matter what Zhu Sihai said, he would just smile perfunctorily and there was no way he would agree.

"Zhu never hesitates to cultivate talented people." Zhu Sihai sat with a golden sword and asked with a meaningful smile: "I just wonder if my nephew is willing to accept this promotion?"

Zhu Sihai was stunned when he heard this and was speechless!

"hey-hey!"

"You, you brat!" Zhu Sihai was furious and slapped the table: "You don't cherish such a good martial arts talent. You are greedy for life and afraid of death. How can you have the temperament of a young man to dare to fight and kill? I want you to worship me as loyal and righteous. Being under the master's sect is a good thing that no one can ask for, you..."

"It was just a fluke."

"I think, if you have a life to make money, you must also have a life to spend it!" Wei Hong spread his hands and said confidently: "Everyone knows what it is like to be in a gang. Today, people may die on the street in the brightest day, but I can still make a living by killing pigs. Grandfather, why take the risk?”

"You kid!" Zhu Sihai laughed dumbly, his expression softened and became a little closer, and he sighed as if he was facing his nephew: "He is diligent and sensible in his work. Old Wei Tou has raised a good grandson."

Wei Hong pretended to be embarrassed and perfunctory.

Zhu Sihai put down the purple clay pot and said sternly: "After all, your talent is wasted as a pig butcher. I can send you to the Hutou Gang and worship under the master of the Loyalty Hall, so that you can receive the best training." Are you willing to get the best technique?"

You only need to keep killing pigs to become stronger, why do you need to fight desperately with others?

His deliberately revealed martial arts talent eventually attracted Zhu Sihai's attention.

It's just that it's not clear whether this kind of attention is good or bad, so he can only deal with it by pretending to be stupid.

Zhu Sihai didn't have any ink marks, so he went straight to the point: "I heard that your talent is very high? In just over two months, your one-arm strength has exceeded 120 kilograms?"

"As long as you nod and agree, I guarantee that you will be able to easily learn the best skills in the future, receive secret medicines every month, and even marry my daughter and enjoy the help of my Zhu family..."

He let out a sigh of relief and tried to persuade him without giving up: "Don't you want to get ahead? Don't you want your grandfather to live a good life?"

However, Wei Hong was silent for a few moments, then firmly shook his head and refused: "Uncle Sihai, I am the only grandson of the family."

"How does Uncle Sihai want to cultivate his nephew?" Wei Hong looked calm and asked.

Wei Hong smiled nonchalantly and waited quietly for his next words.

After saying that, Zhu Sihai looked calm.

To put it nicely, it means there is a bright future, but to say it worst, it is just cannon fodder for the power game.

How many low-level teenagers are full of longing to join gangs.

I want to rely on my own hands to fight for a brilliant future. But in the end, either hands and feet will be severed and they will be disabled for life, or their bodies will be left in the streets and exposed in the wilderness. Almost no one can succeed, and those who can die well are even rarer.

Without the golden finger, Wei Hong would most likely have to go down this dead end if he wanted to get ahead.

But now, he doesn't want to leave at all.

"Uncle Sihai, I just want to kill pigs!"

Wei Hong's firm words finally ended this meaningless persuasion.

Zhu Sihai opened his mouth. The words he had prepared long ago were useless. He was so depressed that he couldn't help but take a few sips of tea before he stopped.

"Everyone has his own ambitions, and killing pigs is also good. You go down and do your work." Zhu Sihai waved his hand helplessly.

This ends the brief conversation between the two!
  After Wei Hong said goodbye and left.

The backyard door curtain was lifted, and two women, one large and one young, walked out.

One is a middle-aged woman in her early thirties, wearing a gold hairpin, a green coat and skirt, and a fierce face.

One is a girl with average appearance, arrogant eyes, and dressed in a red shirt.

They were Zhu Sihai's wife and daughter Qi Fengniang and Zhu Furong. They had obviously been listening in the back room for a long time, and they came out with angry looks on their faces.

"Dad, is this the golden turtle husband you call?" Zhu Furong asked sharply.

"Well, you surnamed Zhu, what do you think of our Furong?" Qi Fengniang even put her hands on her hips and yelled: "You are planning to let a stinky apprentice who kills pigs become my brother's disciple, and you are planning to marry Furong to her. Him? Don’t you think he is worthy?”

"Why is he not worthy?" Zhu Sihai muttered with a hint of guilt: "What do you women know? This kid is definitely not a thing in the pool. His martial arts talent is astonishing. Sooner or later, he will have great fortune. You know what I call betting. ?"

"What the heck!" Qi Fengniang impatiently started to twist her ears: "I'm warning you not to have any evil thoughts. Our Furong is not worthy of any cat or dog. Only that kid knows what's interesting. Otherwise, haha... "

"Madam, calm down, madam, calm down..."

Zhu Sihai quickly begged for mercy in a low voice.

His wife's eldest brother is the leader of the Tiger Head Gang's Loyalty Hall, which has allowed him to develop a strong and domineering character. He is like a tigress at home, and he does not dare to resist.

"Fu Rong, come and say a good word to daddy." Zhu Sihai said aggrievedly: "I just want to help him rise to the top and take care of you for the rest of his life. But who would have thought that he is actually unmotivated and I won't mention this. It doesn’t matter, don’t mention it!”

"Humph!" Zhu Furong's expression softened slightly.

Qi Fengniang continued to curse in disgust: "I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to marry a pig butcher like you, and you actually want us Furong to make the same mistake again? Being around pigs and sheep every day is dirty and smelly, how can you be worthy of our daughter?" With Furong's figure and temperament, why should she be worthy of an official son?"

"Mom, I don't want to marry an official son." Zhu Furong said with a shy face, "People like scholars."

"Okay, okay!" Qi Fengniang touched her head lovingly and said with a smile: "When the imperial examination results are released next year, let your father also go to the imperial list to find you the number one scholar and come back as your husband."

"That's pretty much it!"

Zhu Furong hummed with satisfaction!
  Zhu Sihai opened his mouth but remained silent for a while.

Do the two of them really dare to think about catching their son-in-law?

Are you worthy? Is the Zhu family worthy?
  "Ugh!"

Zhu Sihai sighed silently.

I always feel that missing Wei Hong, a good son-in-law, is as uncomfortable as losing a golden pimple.

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