I'm not a god of wine

Chapter 10 The Posture of a Grandmaster (for collection)

Li Tingyuan returned to the mansion, thinking about something while walking.

But suddenly, I heard a soft greeting coming from my ear.

"Dad, dad?"

Li Tingyuan was startled, came back to his senses, looked up, only to find that there was a graceful figure standing in front of him.

Wearing a white dress, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, her oval face is as pale as paper, with picturesque eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, her eyes are flowing, and she seems to be able to speak.

The figure is as light as a swallow, like a willow supported by the wind.

What an alluring beauty embryo.

This is his daughter, named Li Yanran.

Speaking of this Li Yanran, she is also a strange woman, her mother died of miscarriage, she was extremely intelligent since she was a child, she could read at four years old, recite poems at five years old, and master classics at ten years old.

When he was 14 years old, a wonderful article "Yong Xu" spread all over the country, and the literary talent was so brilliant that countless scholars were amazed.

Gu Fangzhi, a great Confucianist in the world, even called her the number one talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's a pity that because of premature birth, congenital deficiencies, and frailty and sickness since childhood, Li Tingyuan thought of countless ways for this, and invited many famous doctors to come to see him, but there was nothing he could do.

"Father, what are you thinking?" Li Yanran looked at her father curiously.

In her memory, her father was rarely so absent-minded.

Li Tingyuan shook his head, looking at his daughter's weak body and pale face, he couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "Why did you come out? It's been windy these days, didn't you tell you to read in your room? Qiaoer, how do you do things? Not too soon Help Miss go back!"

As he spoke, Li Tingyuan frowned and looked at the little maid standing aside, his words were full of blame.

The little maid lowered her head, aggrieved, not daring to argue.

"Father, I don't blame Qiao'er, I insisted on coming out, the room is boring, and I feel bored after staying for a long time." Li Yanran defended her maid.

"That's it."

Li Tingyuan waved his hands helplessly, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "However, you are not young anymore, you will get married when you are a boy, and you will get married if you are a girl. Daddy will find a good son-in-law for you, how about it?"

Li Yanran's face turned red when she heard this, coughed a few times, and said softly: "Everything is up to daddy."

Knowing daughter Mo Ruofu, seeing her answer like this, Li Tingyuan knew that she was unwilling.

But right now, there is no other way.

In less than half a month, the officials sent by the imperial court to select the imperial wine supervisor and the royal wine are coming, and among the accompanying people, it is said that there is the son of Prime Minister Qin.

The son of Prime Minister Qin was a pervert, a well-known playboy, and countless women from good families were destroyed by him.

This person has long heard of Li Yanran's name as the number one talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, and once said that one day she will definitely be included in the house.

This time he came to Jialing with his entourage, probably it was for his daughter.

If he succeeds, it will simply push Li Yanran into a pit of fire. As a father, he must not just sit back and watch this happen.

Therefore, for his daughter's future, he had to make a bad decision to find a good son-in-law for her in advance, and then get married as soon as possible.

Originally, the object of Li Tingyuan's heart was the eldest son of the Wang family.

That is also a talented man, personable, gentle, and he can be called a hero, but after being in Xu's family, his thoughts have changed again.

A 19-year-old ninth-rank martial artist, others don't know what that concept is, but doesn't Li Tingyuan know?

When chatting with that Taoist expert that day, the expert once said that those who can break through the ninth rank before the age of 20 are expected to be a master in the future.

What is a master?

The way of cultivation in the world is divided into nine channels.

Warriors, warlocks, Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, military strategists, Momen, yin and yang, and doctors.

These nine veins are all divided into realms from rank one to rank nine, rank nine is the lowest, rank one is the highest, and above rank one is the realm of immortals and gods.

Take warriors as an example.

Below the ninth rank, it is called the Houtian realm. In the Houtian realm, there are also first-rate warriors, second-rate warriors, and third-rate warriors. The corresponding martial arts are also called Houtian-level martial arts.

If one can break through the ninth rank, one is called a top-ranked martial artist, and one can be considered a master in the arena.

The ninth to seventh ranks are called the lower three realms, the sixth to fourth ranks are called the middle three realms, and the third to first ranks are called the upper three realms.

If a warrior can break through to the third rank and become a master of the upper three realms, he is eligible to be crowned the title of grand master.

Once you become a master, it's like a fish jumping over a dragon's gate.

The court of the Great Zhou Dynasty had special preferential treatment for each master, granting many privileges, such as life-long tax exemption, not worshiping officials, bestowing titles, etc.

Grandmaster crimes need to be arrested and judged by the Magic Division of Dazhou Town, and the local government has no right to intervene.

This is only official, if placed in Jianghu, a grandmaster is definitely a hero, an existence like a local emperor, powerful and powerful!If you stomp your feet, the whole state will be shaken three times.

And how many masters are there in the whole world?According to the list of masters circulating in the Jianghu, there are only less than three hundred.

It is conceivable that the master is difficult and has a high status.

Xu Le has already shown his potential, a 19-year-old ninth-rank martial artist, and a possible master-level powerhouse in the future.

Based on this, it is worth Li Tingyuan's investment.

Thinking of this, Li Tingyuan looked at his daughter, and said earnestly: "But, five days later, at the Flower Appreciation Poetry Party, Daddy also invited a young man, this person is a rare young talent, when the time comes , you must have a good communication with him."

"Young talent? What did dad say?" Li Yanran raised her head and looked at her father in surprise.

"You will know when the time comes." Li Tingyuan smiled, but did not explicitly mention Xu Le's background.

Keeping a little sense of mystery may have an unexpected effect.

"But I know."

Li Yanran nodded.

On the way back to the room, Li Yanran kept thinking about this matter. After pondering for a moment, she looked at the maid Qiaoer and ordered, "Qiaoer, go and ask, where did daddy go when he left the house just now?"

"Yes."

The maid Qiaoer retreated, but after a while, she came back to report: "Miss Hui, Master, he just went to two places, one is Wang's house, the other is Xu's house."

"The Wang family... the Xu family." Li Yanran was thoughtful.

The head of the contemporary Wang family has four sons, known as the Four Masters of the Wang family, and the eldest son is even known as the number one talented person in the south of the Yangtze River, as famous as himself.

As for the Xu family, it seems that there is only one son named Xu Le.

It is said that he is a drunkard, and he is a full-fledged playboy. Dad absolutely despises such a person.

From this point of view, the young talent that father mentioned should be from the Wang family, and most likely the eldest son of the Wang family.

Could it be that he really wants to marry the number one talented man in the south of the Yangtze River?
Li Yanran has no resentment in her heart, but she doesn't look forward to it either. Although she has the name of a talented woman, she is just a daughter in her boudoir. It is too difficult to control her own destiny.

Thinking of this, she returned to the room and stared blankly at a painting on the wall.

In the picture, there is a sword fairy stretching out a white Taoist robe. He is handsome and heroic, with a sword in his right hand and a Taoist bun on his head. His expression is cold and arrogant, like a fairy coming down to earth.

This was the Taoist master invited by his father that day, and it was from then on that Li Yanran had such a shadow in his heart, which he could not get rid of.

Li Yanran bit her lips lightly, and quietly clenched her palms.

Xu Le looked down at the hundred-year-old Yutangchun altar in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Father Cheap ordered him to send this altar of wine to his master Jiuzhi Shengai, but the so-called master was simply made up by himself, so where would he send it?
"Forget it, let's go to Nuanyu Pavilion." After much deliberation, Xu Le finally made a decision.

(End of this chapter)