Immortality: Starting as a Butcher to Level Up in Cultivation!

After one stick of incense

Zhu Sihai roughly described the skin refining method of "Xiangjia Gong".

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

"That's all for today!" Zhu Sihai exhaled and slowly finished the exercise. While wiping the sweat with a brocade handkerchief, he said impatiently: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask it in private. Wei Hong, follow 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 the other.

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, do you have something to ask me?" Wei Hong was not restrained and sat down casually.

"You kid!" Zhu Sihai laughed dumbly, and his expression became more friendly, as if he was facing his own nephew: "He is diligent and knows how to do things. Old Wei has raised a good grandson."

"Hehe!"

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

Zhu Sihai did not waste time and went straight to the point: "I heard that you are very talented? In just over two months, the strength of one arm has exceeded 120 pounds?"

"Just luck."

Wei Hong pretended to be embarrassed and perfunctory.

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

But it was still unknown whether this attention was good or bad, and he could only pretend to be stupid and deal with it.

"For talented people, Zhu is never stingy in cultivating them." Zhu Sihai sat with his horse and sword, and asked with a meaningful smile: "I just wonder if my nephew is willing to accept this favor?"

"How does Uncle Sihai want to cultivate his nephew?" Wei Hong looked calm and raised his eyes to ask back.

Zhu Sihai put down the purple clay teapot and said seriously: "It is a waste to be a butcher with your talent. I can send you to the Tiger Head Gang and worship under the master of the Loyalty Hall, so that you can receive the best training and learn the best skills. Are you willing?"

After saying this, Zhu Sihai looked indifferent.

Obviously, he felt that the conditions he offered were enough to impress anyone, and he was waiting for Wei Hong to be grateful and accept his kindness.

But Wei Hong was silent for a few breaths, but shook his head firmly and refused: "Uncle Sihai, I am the only grandson of my ancestor."

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

He exhaled a breath of exhaust gas in frustration, and advised unwillingly: "Don't you want to stand out? Don't you want your grandfather to live a good life?"

"I do, but you have to spend the money you earn!" Wei Hong spread his hands and said righteously: "Everyone knows what it's like to be in a gang. You may die on the street in broad daylight today. I can feed my grandfather by killing pigs. Why take the risk?"

"You, you stinky boy!" Zhu Sihai slammed the table in anger: "You don't cherish such a good martial arts talent. You are afraid of death. How can you dare to fight and kill like a young man? Let you worship under the master of Zhongyi Hall, which is a good thing that many people can't ask for. You..."

"As long as you nod and agree, I promise that you can easily learn superior skills in the future, have secret medicine every month, and even marry my daughter and enjoy the help of my Zhu family..."

Wei Hong was unmoved and calm!

No matter what Zhu Sihai said, he just smiled perfunctorily and would never agree.

I just need to keep killing pigs to become stronger, why bother to fight with others?

To put it nicely, it is a promising future, to put it bluntly, it is cannon fodder for the game of power and wealth.

How many young people from the lower class step into gangs with great dreams.

Want to fight for a bright future with their own hands.

But in the end, either they lose their hands and feet and become disabled for life, or their bodies are exposed on the streets and in the wilderness. Almost one in a hundred can make a name for themselves, and those who can have a good end are even rarer.

If there is no golden finger, Wei Hong will have to take this dead end if he wants to make a name for himself.

But now, he doesn't want to go 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, and the words he had prepared early were useless. He was so depressed that he felt uncomfortable. He drank a few sips of tea before he calmed down.

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

The brief conversation between the two ended here!

After Wei Hong said goodbye and left.

The curtain of the backyard door was lifted, and two women, one big and one small, walked out.

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

The other was a girl with a plain appearance, arrogant eyes, and a red shirt and tight clothes.

They were Zhu Sihai's wife Qi Fengniang and Zhu Furong. The two of them had obviously listened in the inner room for a long time, and now they came out with angry faces.

"Dad, is this the rich son-in-law you mentioned?" Zhu Furong asked sharply.

"You Zhu, what do you think of our Furong?" Qi Fengniang even put her hands on her waist and scolded: "You are planning to let a stinky pig-killing apprentice become my brother's disciple, and you are planning to marry Furong to him? Don't you think he is worthy?"

"Why not?" Zhu Sihai muttered with a guilty conscience: "What do you women know? This kid is definitely not an ordinary person. He has an amazing talent in martial arts. Sooner or later, he will have great fortune. I am betting on him, don't you understand?"

"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 was the leader of the Tiger Head Gang's Loyalty Hall, which made him develop a strong and domineering character. He was like a tigress at home, and he did not dare to resist.

"Fu Rong, please put in a good word for daddy." Zhu Sihai said aggrievedly: "I just want to help him rise to the top, so that I can take care of you for the rest of his life. But who would have thought that he is actually unmotivated, so I won't mention this. Forget it, 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? Living with pigs and sheep every day is dirty and smelly, how can you be worthy of our daughter?" With Furong's figure and temperament, how can 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?

"well!"

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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