My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 16 The Death of Old Man Li (Newbies please collect)

Thinking of this, Zhu Houcong couldn't help but Ling Ran.

Although his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, his xinxing cultivation still needs to be strengthened.

"By the way, I have one more thing to ask for. Can Miss Zhao lend me the Ten Spiritual Crystals to pay some wages to the tenant farmers?"

After hearing Zhu Houcong's words, Zhao Yaoyao in front of her had a strange expression.

If you were not born into a wealthy family in the mortal world, ordinary people would be considered well-mannered if they turned around and walked away when faced with such a situation.

Even so, Zhao Yaoyao looked at the entire month's wages in her hand, her silver teeth were about to break, and her chest seemed to be dripping with blood.

"I just bought a gift for Senior Brother Lin. There are not many spiritual crystals left this month. Can five be enough?"

Zhao Yaoyao felt that the smile on her face was a little stiff.

"Okay...just five."

Zhu Houcong was stunned for a moment, then without saying anything else, he reached out and took it, turned around and left after confirming that it was correct.

Not even a word of thanks.

Zhao Yaoyao's eyes went dark when she saw Zhu Houcong's crisp movements.

Originally, she planned to keep these to improve her food this month.

But he just stamped his feet on the spot and turned around to go to the banquet.

This Miss Zhao is such a good person!
It just seems a little too easy to agree to other people's requests.

On the way back, Zhu Houcong looked at the spirit stone in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

Originally, he planned to rent the small mystery array in his hand to Zhao Yaoyao for observation in exchange.

Borrowing money was just a casual comment.

After all, the two of them are neither relatives nor friends, and they don't have much interaction with each other on weekdays.

But now, the other party helped him with money on the spot without any hesitation or repayment.

I owe someone a favor!

If there's anything I can do to help in the future, I'm afraid I won't have an excuse to convince myself not to help.

Thinking of this, Zhu Houcong blinked and felt a little embarrassed.

Damn it, I seemed to have been raped by Zhao Yaoyao without even realizing it.

Is sincerity really the ultimate skill?
Seeing several tenants on a spiritual field in front of Zhu Houcong's house not far away, Zhu Houcong stopped thinking.

"Boss Zhu! I'm coming to see the land today!"

The young man at the head saw Zhu Houcong and said hello.

The three old farmers in front of them are all casual cultivators from nearby Qingshanfang.

I spend most of my time running around for a living.

There is very little time for practice.

Except for the old Songtou in the middle who is on the fourth level of Qi training, the other two are on the second level of Qi training and the other on the third level.

The man who just greeted Zhu Houcong was named Wang Zhi, and he looked to be in his 20s.

There are rumors that the child was born from an affair between a late elder of the Qingshan Sect and a fisherman girl at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Zhi's own qualifications were not good. Like Zhu Houcong, he had the lowest level of Ding Xia Linggen. In addition, in order to avoid suspicion, the sect did not even enter the outer sect's courtyard.

He had no choice but to work odd jobs in Qingshanfang to practice cultivation.

According to Old Man Li's evaluation, although this person has a rough life, he has a simple mind.

In sharp contrast to the other two old fritters who always like to take advantage of opportunities.

"Well, let me settle your wages by the way."

Zhu Houcong nodded when he heard this and took out six spiritual crystals.

Zhu Houcong's monthly salary is five spiritual crystals, while outsourcing the spiritual field to Qi Lian Xiuqian earns about three to four spiritual crystals a month.

Hiring three people and six spiritual crystals for half a month is already fair.

Seeing the spiritual crystal, several people's faces showed joy, even Old Man Song, who originally looked gloomy.

Old Man Song seemed a little embarrassed when he saw that Zhu Houcong gave money readily and was not as difficult as expected from other owners.

suggested.

"According to the contract we made before, we were supposed to pay our wages when the work was completed today. Since Boss Zhu is so happy, then naturally we have to do our best to finish today before leaving."

"Correct!"

Wang Zhi echoed from the side.

Zhu Houcong passed over Old Man Song and nodded calmly on the surface. When he walked past Song Zhong, his heart moved slightly.

There's something wrong with this old guy's smell.

Although he deliberately concealed the evil aura, Zhu Houcong, who had just returned from the Ming Dynasty, realized that something was wrong.

This old man killed someone, and he killed someone recently.

However, the status of casual cultivators is complicated.

Without evidence, it would be difficult for Zhu Houcong to ask anyone to investigate.He only subconsciously paid attention to this old man.

Zhu Houcong returned to the house and continued to meditate on the Xiaoqingshan Sword Technique in his hand.

On the other hand, he relied on Qingshan Sect's spiritual veins to cultivate and consolidate his cultivation.

Qi training eight layers——

When the last remaining tribulation energy in the Ming Dynasty was transformed, Zhu Houcong once again broke through to a small realm.

It was getting dark outside.

Zhu Houcong opened his eyes and heard the noise coming from Old Man Li's room next door. He silently extinguished the candles in the room, and in the late stage of Qi training, his consciousness spread to listen.

"Brother Song, are you sure this old man really died in the secret realm? Although he is over sixty and his energy and blood are exhausted, he is a great monk in the late stage of Qi training..."

This was the voice of the taciturn middle-aged man who came to the third level of Qi training with Song Zhong.

"That's still fake. Today at Guo Scarzi's stall, even the green wood sword formation on the old man's body was displayed... That's a thing of the Qingshan Sect. They've all been taken away. Do you think Old Man Li can still do it? live?"

Indeed, the Sect Sword Array is the property of the Sect and is only lent to Old Man Li to guard the spiritual field. As long as Old Man Li is not stupid, he can lose everything. This thing must not be lost.

Listening to the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets next door.

Zhu Houcong's heart moved.

Old Li Tou, is he dead?

I couldn't help but sigh secretly, lamenting the impermanence of things in the world.

"Please keep your voice down, what if you wake up the kid next door!"

"What are you afraid of! I heard from other handymen that that kid has only been here for a month, and his cultivation level is only at the first level of Qi Refining. So what if he wakes up? Can he still be my opponent?"

After Old Man Song finished speaking, he kicked the spiritual wood box in front of him, which was made of spiritual wood and inlaid with exquisite gold and silver.

"Why can't this box be opened... I remember that before leaving, the old man gave the guy next door a bunch of keys. Maybe he has them in his hand..."

After a while, I heard footsteps outside the door.

Zhu Houcong sighed.

Isn’t it good to be alive?Why seek death actively?
I'm a good person.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Who?"

Zhu Houcong wiped his face, pretended to be woken up, and said impatiently.

"It's me, Old Songtou! Something happened in the fields!"

The two people outside the door held spiritual hoes in their hands, stepped back a few steps, and stared at the door with fierce expressions on their eyes.

"What! Okay, I'll be there right away!"

If it were the past, Zhu Houcong would definitely ask why.

But now that he knew the truth, Zhu Houcong didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.

I heard the anxious tone of the young man inside the door.

After all, Lingtian is a concession given to these disciples by the sect, so if anything happens, it will be okay.

A ferocious smile appeared on Song Zhong's wrinkled old face outside the door.

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the spiritual hoe in his hand.

He could already imagine the confusion and panic on Zhu Houcong's face the moment he opened the door, and the sight of the crimson and smelly blood mixed with the brain after the hoe smashed his skull.

But it was beyond his expectations.

The door opened, and Zhu Houcong stood in front of him with a calm face, but he couldn't swing the hoe in his hand.

"Release your true energy! Late stage of Qi training!"

The old man Wu behind Song Zhong screamed strangely.

Without caring about his companions, he immediately turned around and ran away.

But the next moment, a head with eyes full of confusion, doubt, pleading, fear and unwillingness fell in front of him in a perfect arc.

After recognizing that the head was Song Zhong, he couldn't help but stop with a wry smile.

He turned around and knelt on the ground, burying his head deeply in the soil.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The footsteps behind him came along with Zhu Houcong's voice.

Every step he took made Old Man Wu feel like he was one step closer to the underworld.

He couldn't help but bury his head lower.

After half an hour.

Zhu Houcong dug a hole in the bamboo forest and disposed of the two corpses, then came to the spiritual spring and washed the blood on his hands.

The two of them probably didn't understand until their death how a genius who was in the late stage of Qi training under the age of 20 could be related to the handyman disciple of Qingshan Sect.

But...Old Man Li, maybe he is really dead this time.

(End of this chapter)