The life simulator of the strange world

Chapter 203 Li Qingze

"It's him! Lord Baihu!"

Sun Qingyu said excitedly: "Hmph, he just flattered the stinky feet of the imperial envoy and wanted to be transferred to the capital to work! Now he has returned in a disgruntled manner! His subordinates are also thorns."

Li Xiao's complexion changed, and he cupped his fists respectfully at Zhu Qi: "Zhu Baihu, I heard that Shi Taisui is dead, Sikong Baihu's great revenge has been avenged, I believe Zhu Baihu, you also have one less worry."

Zhu Qi nodded: "Thank you Li Baihu for your concern."

"Wish... a hundred households?" Sun Qingyu was taken aback.

Li Xiao said in a low voice: "This is Zhu Qi from Fusi, Beizhen, Beijing. I wish all the families!"

"what!"

Li Xiao said with a gloomy face: "Let your head be full of wine, sex and wealth all day long, and today you will be fined for three hundred days of confinement, and you will be removed from the position of the general banner for the time being!"

"...Yes, this subordinate obeys." Sun Qingyu hung his head.

"That's not okay." Zhu Qi shook his head and walked in front of Sun Qingyu.

Sun Qingyu was overjoyed, and quickly said: "Zhu Baihu, my subordinates have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, you..."

"Blazingly insulting Shangfeng, the circumstances are bad." Zhu Qi said: "I suggest that you strip the general banner directly, Li Baihu, what do you think?"

Li Xiao nodded: "I think it's okay!"

"No!" Sun Qingyu yelled: "The appointment and dismissal of the General Banner requires the approval of Lord Qianhu!"

A majestic and angry voice came: "This thousand households are sure!"

"Master Qianhu!" Sun Qingyu widened his eyes and looked in the direction of Feng Mingyuan's study. Even though there were several walls and houses, Sun Qingyu seemed to be able to see how angry Feng Mingyuan was sitting at the desk at the moment. clear.

"Hahaha"

Zhu Qi smiled happily, turned around and left.

Sun Qingyu is a real villain, and he once robbed him of the opportunity in the simulator. Although the real villain has become a little grasshopper, Zhu Qi still doesn't mind stepping on it.

His favorite thing is to settle accounts.

With a gloomy face, Xiao Li watched Zhu Qi leave.

"Master Baihu, I..." Sun Qingyu looked at Li Xiao with a mournful face.

"The feces of your head!" Li Xiao said angrily: "Did you know that Zhu Qi is now a five-level martial arts master? He also killed a four-level master in the capital!"

"Do you know that he is now a hundred households of Fusi in Beizhen, and this seat was obtained for him by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"And do you know that the Minister of Rites and even Qian Wang's Mansion have received his help, and His Majesty admired him so much that he even canonized him as a hero of the Central Plains!"

"Ah?" Sun Qingyu opened his mouth wide.

Don't say that he really hasn't heard of these news, even if he has, he will only take it as a joke.

Zhu Qi, wasn't Fan Chengan a master of the lower three realms of martial arts more than half a year ago?
He still remembered that when he saw Zhu Qi, Zhu Qi was at the seventh level of martial arts!

How could it be possible to directly reach the fifth realm of martial arts and kill the fourth realm in a month or two!

Not long after, Zhu Qi waited for eight people including Chen Feng who had finished the task.

They disappeared for a month or two, and there were many scars and scars on their bodies and faces.

His aura has also improved a lot, and he is about to step into the eighth realm of martial arts!
When everyone saw Zhu Qi, they were delighted and said, "I've seen you, my lord!"

"Well, how are you doing these days?" Zhu Qi asked.

"Fortunately." Chen Feng rubbed his nose with his fingers, and said embarrassedly: "Compared to other teams who often die, although we have suffered a bit, our lives are still alive."

Several other people also nodded repeatedly.

Zhu Qi said: "I have a hundred households now, and I am short of people under my command. Are you willing to come with me?"

"Hundred households?" Chen Feng was shocked: "My lord, is it true or not?"

"Does anyone dare to pretend to be Dayan's hundred households?"

"No!" Feng Chen shook his head immediately.

"Go out today and ask, for example, Master Long Yuxing and Brother Shi Feiyi, are they willing to come with me?" Zhu Qi said, "I'm starting from scratch now, so I can rest assured that I'm surrounded by familiar people."

"Master Long Yuxing, let's go ask, but Master Shi Feiyi..."

"What's up with him?"

Chen Feng said: "Master Shi went to the ancient temple to investigate a case and has been missing for a month."

"It is said that there is a painted wall in that ancient temple, and those who see the painted wall will have their souls sucked away... Lord Shi Feiyi went to investigate because of this, but he never expected that Lord Shi would disappear without a trace after entering the ancient temple."

"Now the painted walls have been removed."

Zhu Qi nodded: "Then go ask Lord Long Yuxing first."

The people under him went to inquire, and soon brought back the news that Long Yuxing did not intend to leave with Zhu Qi, his former subordinate, and maybe Long Yuxing could not afford to lose this person.

Since he couldn't recruit anyone, Zhu Qi could only consider training his own men.

Chen Feng also confirmed that after the Spring Recruitment, quite a few people joined Qimen, of which [-]% were masters, at least at the eighth level of martial arts.

Joining the training camp, most of those who start from scratch have not stepped into martial arts. At most, they know some three-legged cat's boxing skills. In the eyes of the poor and ordinary people, they are high-level masters. In the eyes of real masters, they are not even as good as jugglers. .

A few days later, late at night, Goulan.

Zhu Qi was dressed in plain clothes, walking among the crowded young masters and scholars, rubbing shoulders, all he heard was which one had the best service and which one sang well.

"Good! Good! Good!"

There was a burst of applause from the front.

Zhu Qi looked over and found a young man about his own age, wrestling with someone's wrist with his head stuck.

Surrounded by drunk-faced scholars, at this time they don't read the books of sages, they don't care about the words of sages, and they don't do it for fame, just for arm wrestling!

The winner takes the 50 taels on the table, turns around and finds a gouran to have a good time.

Those who lose, get out of here in despair.

The one who wrestled with the young man was a big bearded man with a palm-width protective hair.

"Roar!" The big man roared angrily, almost pressing down the young man's wrist.

The young man stomped on the ground, his face flushed, and he actually pulled back the big man's wrist inch by inch, and the two fell into a stalemate again.

Since then, the big man has made many efforts, but the young people will pull the two sides back to the same starting line with flushed faces.

After struggling for a while, the big man announced that he had no strength, and the young man successfully smashed the big man's hand on the table.

"Haha! Win!"

The young man stood up, put the silver in his pocket, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "You lost in the hands of my Zebei swordsman, Li Qingze, and you won't complain about the loss."

"Are you Zebei Swordsman?"

Li Qingze turned his head and didn't see anyone, but since someone asked him, he was not afraid, nodded and said, "That's right, Li Qingze, the swordsman in Xiazebei."

"Where's your sword?"

"I don't have a sword." Li Qingze shook his head and said, "My dream is to be a swordsman, so give yourself a title first."

(End of this chapter)