Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

In the dim street, an oil lamp emitted a faint halo. The man looked around furtively, cautiously, and hunched over like a mouse.

After realizing that there was no one around, he showed an obscene smile on his face. He turned his head and looked at the half-open gate. The smile on the man's face became more and more obscene.

Click.

The man lowered his head stiffly and looked at the trap that looked like a wild boar, dumbfounded.

"You old thief, your mouth is full of ashes!"

"Would you like to chat, young man?"

Squatting in the flower bed, the young boy picked his teeth with a toothpick and looked up in surprise.

His face looked a little old, but more of a sense of solidity and stability. The old man looked at the young man with a smile and asked gently: "Would you like to talk to me?"

"Fifty dollars per thousand words, cash settlement."

The young man said.

"you give me?"

The old man was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the hand in front of him, the old man's brain was stuck for a moment. After a cough, he slowly said: "Take another good look at me."

“That’s not a discount.”

The young man said cautiously, "Although I don't know why you have been held back until this age, I am a fussy person, so I give 50 words for every 1,000 words."

The old man's silence was deafening.

"I mean, let's chat."

The old man took a deep breath and said politely, "Is there a possibility? I'm not here to buy the answer."

"fine."

The young man pointed at himself and smiled confidently: "Interesting news, today's times, gold and silver prices, copper exchange rates, locations, government policies, a list of people with connections, whose child pooped in the canteen pot yesterday, as long as you pay enough, I can tell you the color of the underwear of the Imperial College's chief academic officer."

"Ok?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously: "I don't want to know, but I'm just curious about how you know the color of the Taixue Jijiu's underwear?"

"Analysis."

The boy shrugged and then stretched out his hand. Everything was self-explanatory.

"What a money-grubber."

The old man shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He stretched out his hand and put a large copper into the boy's hand, "That's enough."

"You are very generous."

After weighing the copper in his hand, the young man put his hand away and said with a smile, "It's simple. The chief priest of the Imperial College lives next to Honghu Street. There are only two cloth shops nearby. The cloth shop in Shangtang sells cheap goods. A chief priest of the Imperial College cannot wear coarse cloth underwear. He must wear silk. The Blue Lake Cloth Shop next to it only sells lake blue and burnt red silk. How can a man wear burnt red underwear? Therefore, our chief priest of the Imperial College can only wear lake blue underwear."

The old man was shocked.

He looked down subconsciously, then raised his head and said with interest: "You are quite smart."

"You're definitely smarter than I am."

With a brilliant smile, the young man knelt down with a plop, "Greetings to the chief priest!"

The old man stretched out his hand and lifted the boy up before he knelt. He was a little surprised and asked, "Kneeling so soon?"

"Don't play with me."

A bitter smile appeared on the boy's face, and he said hesitantly: "Can we not fire him? I'll just use my reasoning to prove that I didn't steal your underwear."

"How did you get it?"

The chief priest shook his sleeves, stood up, and asked calmly: "If the answer satisfies me, this matter will be over."

"Your belt is untied."

The boy smiled hypocritically and whispered, "It's exposed."

Glancing at his lake blue underwear, Jijiu coughed and looked amiable, "I guess it's fate. Judging from your appearance, you should be a student of the Imperial Academy, right?"

"I entered school yesterday."

The young man bowed, meticulously.

"What class are you going to take?"

The chief priest asked casually.

"The medical class."

The young man thought for a moment and said, "I want to learn."

"what is it call?"

Glancing at the young man, the chief priest asked.

"Zhou Li."

Zhou Kai spoke up. "The guy who ranked first in the initial test of spiritual energy, but suddenly ran away in the middle of the actual combat test and ranked last?"

The chief priest looked the boy up and down and asked with interest, "Why did you leave in the middle of the first practical test? If you hadn't left, you would have been first."

"I made a mistake. I thought it was a single elimination game, but I didn't expect there would be a loser bracket. I can't finish it."

Zhou Li smiled and said nothing more.

"Are you in such a hurry?"

The chief priest asked.

"My sister is ill and needs to take medicine on time. It will be too late to take all the medicine."

Zhou Li sighed and said helplessly.

Looking at the young man in front of him, and his calmness and indifference that did not belong to his age, the old man smiled.

"Did you kill that flower thief just now?"

The old man asked, glancing at the half-open gate not far away.

"I happened to be wearing a full-armed suit a few days ago, and I smelled the scent of butterfly pollen on him. That stuff has an aphrodisiac effect on any medicine. He only has calluses on his hands, and he is not a doctor. In addition, his face is pale, and it is obvious that his body has been hollowed out by lust. I paid more attention to it and checked the latest wanted list."

Zhou Li stretched out his foot and buried a handful of dirt on the man's head. He shrugged and said, "I didn't expect this guy to run into my gun, so I took care of him."

"Yes, very thoughtful."

Nodding, the chief priest said kindly: "Young man, have you ever thought about going to other classes? Do you have to go to the medical class?"

“The medical class is highly subsidized.”

Zhou Li said sincerely: "And tuition is free."

"Are you so short of money?"

The old man asked subconsciously, and then he remembered what the young man had just said, and he knew that he also had his own difficulties. He did not continue to ask, but just nodded and said: "I will retire in a few days, and an old friend of mine will take my place. He wants to set up a class, a class with only elites."

"With all due respect, it's useless."

Zhou Li spread his hands and said sincerely, "There are at least 99 out of 100 such classes in all the major universities, and they will eventually become a small group of officials' children and wealthy families. The starting point is good, but the execution is extremely difficult."

"My old friend is a first-class general who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies."

"Hey? Why was there a dog barking just now?"

Zhou Li pretended to be dumb.

The old man looked at Zhou Li with a smile without saying a word.

"You want me to go?"

Zhou Li blinked, "Free tuition?"

"All tuition and miscellaneous fees are waived, tuition is completely waived, the cafeteria is free, and if you can rank first in the class, you will receive a hundred silver coins every month."

"Done."

Zhou Li stretched out his hand, as if he was afraid that the old man would go back on his word, and said quickly, "You don't have to pay the 280 yuan membership fee."

"How can I, a fourth-rank priest, lie to you?"

The old man smiled and said, "Tomorrow at noon, go to the dense forest in the south. My old friend will be waiting for you on a rock. If you pass his test, you will be able to enter his class."

"Can I ask why you came to me?"

Touching his chin, Zhou Li asked curiously, "How can I, a poor student who just started school and ran away from the practical test, be qualified to enter such a class full of superior people?"

"The flower-stealing thief who is now hanging on the ceiling is a vicious fox that was captured in Shangjing City for half a year. He has a fifth-level spiritual energy and has awakened his spirit. And you only have two levels."

The old man smiled and said, "My old friend only believes in absolute force and looks down on those of us who like to use our brains. I just want you to show him that the brain can sometimes determine victory or defeat. What do you think?"

"uh-huh."

Zhou Li shrugged noncommittally, "Five hundred taels of silver is a lot of reward, please don't fight with me for it."

"How can I, a great priest, deceive you?"

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "As long as you can pass the test of my old friend, I will give you an extra 500."

"That's a deal."

After clapping their hands, Zhou Li asked, "To what extent can I use this method?"

"Nothing is forbidden."

said the old man.

"What is your name?"

As it was too dark to see his appearance clearly, Zhou Li had already made preparations to be the first to sell the old man if anything went wrong.

"Just call me Old Liu."

In the darkness, the old man with a goatee narrowed his eyes and left the courtyard. (End of this chapter)