Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 33: Old Hantou

No one in Yunying City dares to offend Yiyi Zong.

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 some relationship with Yiyi Sect, they don't even dare to think of harming others.

It has something to do with the immortal leader of Yiyi Sect, so it is inevitable that Mei Qin will not be cautious.

Lu Tong understood Ku Meiqin's worries, took out a letter and handed it over: "Ku Yaoshi, this matter is beneficial to the immortal. It will be harmless to the immortal. Please help me give this letter to the immortal. If you are worried, You can read it again first."

"Offended."

Kumeiqin took the unsealed envelope, took out the letter and began to read it carefully, not missing a single word.

After a stick of incense.

Kumeiqin took a long breath and looked at Lu Tong with wide eyes, her expression extremely complicated.

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

Lu Tong gave a general introduction to his recent actions, including every battle from Qianxue Mountain to Hukou Pass.

Of course, details such as blood beetles are omitted.

Finally, he expressed his intention. If the immortal needs it, he is willing to do his best.

Ku Meiqin always thought that Lu Tong was a smart teahouse owner.

After reading the letter, I could not calm down for a long time.

"Lu... Shopkeeper Lu, I will give it to the Immortal Master tomorrow, but this senior sister is an alchemist, so I am afraid she does not need... guards."

Kumeiqin originally wanted to say that she didn’t need a demon guard.

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

Lu Tong nodded and said: "It depends on man-made problems. It's my fault, Medicine Master Ku."

Except for the fact that it is hard to make money and you will die if you don’t become an immortal, there is nothing that is 100% certain in this world.

You won’t know until you try it whether it works or not.

……

Back to the tea tavern.

Seeing Dahan, Lu Tong immediately remembered his previous promise to take him to become a disciple.

"Dahan, come here."

Go to the table and sit down.

Lu Tong asked: "Who is the butcher who taught you knife skills?"

"Old Hantou, very good."

"Where is his home?"

Dahan closed his mouth and did not speak.

Lu Tong understood that this meant that he did not know, and asked again: "What does he like? Wine, tea, knives?"

Dahan still kept his mouth closed.

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

"Wet 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 and become a disciple."

I asked about it at the vegetable market yesterday.

It didn’t take much effort to find out the details about Master Dahan from a few vendors who were talking nonsense.

The old man, at least eighty years old or older, has spent his entire life reaching the middle stage of Qi training.

No money, no wife, and no children.

I started killing pigs when I was young and have been killing pigs for decades. Now I still kill pigs and sell their meat in the vegetable market.

Besides being poor, ugly, short, and having a bad temper, the vendors did not say anything bad.

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

Being poor is a hard life, being ugly and short is destiny.

As for having a bad temper.

It is normal for a person who is born to have a miserable life to have a bad temper.

There are many people in the vegetable market.

The sounds of hawking, haggling, pigs and chickens crowing are endless.

Dahan carried the burden and followed Lu Tong.

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

There was an old man standing behind the meat stall.

The old man was less than five feet tall, shirtless, with a grease-stained leather apron hanging on his chest.

The skin is dark and rosy, and the muscles on the face, arms, and back are bulging.

Lu Tong looked at him and walked to the side to wait.

"Go, go, go! Not for sale today!"

The old man put down his knife and started chasing people away.

“Hey, I’ve picked out 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 a maid from a wealthy family. She is dressed in embroidered clothes and is delicate and capable.

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

"You!"

The meat cloth covered with meat is rich in oil and minced meat.

The little girl was sprinkled with more than a dozen oil dots, and her face was stained with meat foam. She jumped on the spot and said: "You are a pig butcher, you soiled my clothes, I can't even afford to sell you to pay for it." !"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Obviously, not only the pig butcher couldn't afford to pay for the clothes, but she herself couldn't afford to pay for it either.

The maid's clothes belong to the master's family.

Lu Tong shook his head, handed over a piece of broken silver and said: "There is a clothes shop outside the vegetable market at the entrance of Quliu Street. Just go to the shop owner and cast a set of clothes purification spells."

The little girl looked at Lu Tong blankly.

Lu Tong put the silver into her hand and said with a smile: "Run over quickly while your eyes are still red, maybe the shop owner will be soft-hearted and won't accept your money."

The little girl grabbed the silver and ran away.

Running out two steps, he turned back and bowed deeply: "Thank you, uncle."

Uncle?

Lu Tong stood there and touched his face with his hands, feeling a little lonely.

……

beside.

The old man came over, grinned and said, "Old Hantou."

"Who is he?"

"Boss."

Lu Tong shook his head, forced a smile and said: "Senior Han, I am Lu Tong, the shopkeeper of Liangyao Tea Tavern."

Lao Hantou saw the pole and asked directly: "What's in this?"

When faced with a straight temper, Lu Tong also dispensed with polite remarks.

"Apprenticeship ceremony. Dahan wants to become your disciple, so I specially brought him here to become your disciple."

The muscles on Lao Hantou's face trembled and he said: "Let's go home."

The vegetable market is clean and tidy.

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

The passage is very narrow, and the ground is covered with rotten vegetable leaves, fish scales, blood, etc.

The air was filled with an unpleasant fishy smell.

The two sides are crowded with low-rise houses.

These houses are made of different materials, including wood, iron sheets, bricks, tarps, etc.

But they all look the same.

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

"Arrived."

The room is small, but not shabby.

Because there is really nothing that can be broken.

The nine-foot-square room only had a stone bed, a quilt, and a table.

There is also a rusty butcher knife.

There are no chairs in the room.

Lao Hantou stood beside the bed, the muscles on his face tightening.

"Let's go to the place where I kill the pigs. It's spacious there."

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

"Oh."

Dahan’s head almost touched the roof, and he hunched over and unloaded the pole awkwardly.

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

Not a good sign.

Lao Hantou didn't care about this~IndoMTL.com~ and said with a smile: "You silly guy, you can't do anything except killing pigs!"

Dahan also laughed.

I finally organized everything smoothly and put things on the table.

Before becoming a disciple, Lu Tong asked: "Senior Han, there is something I have to ask. Why do you want to accept Dahan?"

Dahan sat on the ground.

Lao Hantou patted him on the shoulder and smiled with great satisfaction: "He is born to kill pigs!"

Lu Tong nodded, Dahan was indeed suitable for killing pigs.

When the pigs were killed in the teahouse before, the pigs did not struggle at all and even took the initiative to get under Dahan's knife.

"Is the sword technique you taught Dahan your own creation, or..."

"I am as stupid as a pig, how can I create my own knife skills! My master taught me, and he is also a pig butcher."

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

"Give."

It stinks.

Lu Tong's eyelids twitched three times in a row, and he held his breath: "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 interfere in the inheritance between your master and apprentice."

Old Hantou still persisted, but Lu Tong quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, since the inheritance is orderly, I guess there are rules, right?"

"Of course!"

Old Hantou directly threw two bags to the apprentice who was about to start, and said loudly: "The rule is that pigs must be killed. Master, he said, killing pigs is to practice swordsmanship!"

Lu Tong nodded and said: "Okay, Dahan, kowtow and become my master."

Dahan moved to the table and poured out a cup of brewed apprenticeship tea.

"Old Hantou! Drink tea!"

"Hey! Good apprentice!"