I'm not a god of wine

Chapter 56 Blind Date
Ordinary people practice against the sky, it is extremely difficult, and if they are a little careless, they will be lost forever and will be wiped out in ashes.

That's why the world often says that for a monk of the ninth rank, ten drops of blood per step, the blood is like a tide when looking back.

One can imagine the difficulty of cultivation.

Theoretically speaking, as long as there are living beings with life and wisdom, they can practice.

But ninety-nine percent of cultivators in this world are only wandering in the Houtian realm. Strictly speaking, the Houtian realm cannot be regarded as a cultivator, but can only be said to be a stronger ordinary person.

Only those who have entered the rank can be regarded as a true practitioner and have the qualifications to embark on the path of longevity.

But there are very few cultivators who can really break through the Houtian Realm and reach the top level. Among the 100 million Houtian Realms, only about [-] to [-] lucky ones can do it.

In the world of advanced practitioners, there are also some special people who are called geniuses.

If a practitioner can enter the product before the age of 20, he can be called a rare cultivation genius.

If one can break through to the eighth rank before the age of 20, he is called a peerless genius, and it is rare for one out of a million practitioners.

Of course, if someone can break through to the seventh rank before the age of 20, they will be called Tianjiao.

What is Tianjiao?The proud son of heaven!

The Tianji Pavilion of the Great Zhou Dynasty has a special list of Tianjiao, which is updated once a month. It records all the seventh-rank warriors before the age of 20 in the whole world, and the number is only 20.

Every person on the list is a true pride of heaven, with a bright future.

Legend has it that above Tianjiao, there is still a monstrous existence who breaks through the sixth-rank martial artist at the age of 20 and reaches the middle three realms.

But since the disappearance of the demon monk who slaughtered the world 300 years ago and set off a bloody catastrophe, no such monster has appeared again.

Xu Le is possessed of the supreme magic art of heaven, earth, yin and yang, and great compassion. In front of Kou Huai, he tried his best to hide his aura and run the bone shrinking skill with all his strength, but unfortunately, he was still seen through by Kou Huai.

Fortunately, Kou Huai only saw that Xu Le's cultivation was at the peak of the eighth rank, but he didn't see that he was practicing magic skills.

Otherwise, I'm afraid he will slap Xu Le to death on the spot, to eliminate demons and defend the way.

Xu Le, who had lost the power of the evil Buddha, was completely lifeless in the face of a fourth-rank peak warrior, and it was impossible for him to even have the slightest chance to resist.

The 19-year-old peak warrior of the eighth rank belongs to the ranks of peerless geniuses. If Xu Le can break through the eighth rank, he will be able to step into the ranks of Tianjiao.

This is why Kou Huai was so generous in giving Xu Le the only one in Jiangnan, an extremely valuable recommendation order.

"My nephew."

Li Tingyuan returned the recommendation order to Xu Le, and looked at Xu Le with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like an old pervert looking at a stunning beauty, making Xu Le's scalp numb and uncomfortable.

Xu Le smiled wryly, but he couldn't avoid it, so he could only say, "Uncle, please tell me."

"Your father and I are family friends. I remember that when you were a guest at Xu's house last time, your father said that he wanted to make a marriage for you, didn't you?" Li Tingyuan looked Xu Le up and down, the more he looked at him, the more satisfied he was, and he smiled. Hehe said.

Xu Le bit the bullet, nodded and said, "Yes."

Li Tingyuan chuckled, patted Xu Le on the shoulder and said: "The so-called choosing a date is worse than bumping into the sun. My nephew is here today, so why don't you meet Yan Ran, what does my nephew think?"

"It's... all up to uncle." Xu Le hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

Not to mention that Li Tingyuan is the city guard, but the parent officer of Jialing City, even according to the friendship between the Xu and Li families, Xu Le can't save his face.

What's more, Xu Le had already heard about that city lord's daughter.

I heard that she has the reputation of being the most talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River. Over the years, many young talents have regarded her as the lover of their dreams, but few people have actually seen her.

Now that she has this opportunity to have a beautiful face, Xu Le also wants to see if this so-called number one talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River is worthy of her name.

"Very good." Li Tingyuan smiled with satisfaction, and told a maidservant: "Go, invite the young lady here."

"Yes."

The maid bowed down and retreated.

Li Tingyuan pulled Xu Le away, and began to chat with his parents in a short, intimate way.

"Miss... miss... not good!"

The little maid Qiao'er in green was waving a handkerchief, running out of breath, her little face was flushed, and she shouted something in panic.

Qiaoer ran to a door, reached out and patted on the door, shouting: "Miss, miss, something happened, something happened!"

In the room, bursts of melodious piano sound came out, and when Qiaoer's voice was heard, the piano sound stopped abruptly.

After a while, the door creaked open.

Qiaoer immediately dodges in, not forgetting to close the door tightly.

This is a typical women's boudoir. The gauze curtains and beds in the room are all pink, and there are paintings and calligraphy of famous people hanging around, and a faint fragrance of incense is burning in the air.

One can tell at a glance that the owner of the room is a well-educated rich lady.

"What's the matter? So panicked?"

Li Yanran was sitting behind the coffee table, with doubts in her beautiful eyes, she looked at Qiao'er whose chest was heaving violently in surprise, and was still plucking the strings with her hands.

"Miss... I... I'll take a sip of tea first." Qiao'er's face was flushed, panting heavily, she came to sit opposite the coffee table, got herself a cup of tea without any scruples, and drank it down in one gulp.

Li Yanran turned a blind eye to her disrespectful behavior, saw her drinking tea, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Miss, it's not good. The master brought a man, I heard it is Xu Le, the second son of the Xu family, the master asked you to meet him." Qiao Er blinked her big eyes, finished speaking in one breath, and then Look at Li Yanran.

Li Yanran frowned slightly, shook her head, and said flatly, "No see."

After finishing speaking, she continued to lower her head and fiddled with the guqin in her hand.

"Miss, that's what the master said...I..." Qiao'er was helpless, she didn't dare to disobey the master's order, but she had to listen to the young lady's words, and was entangled for a while.

Li Yanran looked up at her, and said: "You go back and tell my father, just say that I have a cold and it is not suitable for seeing guests, please come back some other day, that young master of the Xu family."

"It's… okay."

Qiao'er got up and walked out of the room, and went to return to her life.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded again, but this time, it was a well-known song, High Mountain and Flowing Water.

Boya playing strings, where is the child?
"What? She caught the cold?" Li Tingyuan stared, frowning at Qiao'er who came to return.

Qiao'er lowered her head, not daring to meet her eyes, and said softly, "Master, miss... that's what you said."

"Since Ms. Li is unwell, my uncle and nephew will come to visit again some other day." For some reason, Xu Le felt relieved when he heard the news.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, he hated blind dates, and now that an accident happened, he just felt relieved.

"Nephew, in three days' time, you will be going to sign up for the Martial Arts Examination."

Li Tingyuan shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said with a rather serious expression: "In my opinion, that girl must be pretending to be sick because she doesn't want to see you."

The so-called knowing daughter is more like father, Li Tingyuan saw his daughter's tricks almost at a glance.

"Nephew, follow me." Li Tingyuan turned around and walked towards the back hall.

Xu Le had no choice but to follow.

Qiao'er's complexion turned slightly pale, and she followed behind.

She knew that she might not be able to avoid it this time. In the past, every time the young lady claimed to be sick, the master didn't say much, so why didn't it work this time?

Could it be because of the man in front of him?
Thinking of this, Qiaoer raised her head and quietly observed Xu Lelai who was walking in front, with a flash of curiosity in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)