Chapter 32 Upgraded to 3 Levels in a Row

Chapter 32 Upgraded to 3 Levels in a Row

Chapter 32: Three Levels Up
"Blue scales will leave the body in no more than four hours!"

Huang Boliu saluted and said, "My conclusion is exactly the same as that of Island Master Sima. Congratulations, Elder Tong. Congratulations, Elder Tong. It is true that the immortals have bestowed the scales. The sixty years of time are invaluable!"

Even Tong Baixiong was shocked. He stood up and looked at Sima Da: "Really...really four hours?"

Sima Da nodded and said, "The fish scales and blood have not dispersed at all. It must be within four hours. I guarantee it with my life."

Huang Boliu also said: "I am willing to be a guarantor too!"

The guests in the hall stood up to congratulate.

"In sixty years, Elder Tong has reached the age of one hundred and twenty-six. He is not even halfway through his life."

"You really should slap your face. The immortal clearly said that you would have your life extended by sixty-six years. How come..."

The fat captain smiled and said, "The immortal gave me the scales, which is invaluable to Mr. Tong."

Huo Duan also smiled sinisterly and said, "The gift is dragon scales, which is indeed invaluable."

The fat captain glared at him, and the two of them looked at each other with a hint of tension.

Tong Baixiong stroked his white beard and laughed heartily.

Tong Yukang's mind went blank. He looked at Zhang Yu and his face flushed red.

"This...this is impossible!"

"You are lying!"

"There is no such thing as immortal-granted scales! Right?"

Tong Baixiong glared at Tong Yukang. The immortal had blessed him, but he turned it into a case for Tong Gong. It was a bummer, and the heroes of the world laughed at the Tong family for being narrow-minded and intolerant.

He said calmly, "What else do you want to say? You don't have the ability and sincerity of Baixiahantan, and you don't allow others to add blessings and longevity to this old man?"

Tong Yukang was speechless and just glanced at Zhang Yu with endless coldness in his eyes.

Tong Baixiong's words, 'I don't have the ability to break the Hundred Cold Ponds', intentionally or unintentionally, hit upon the most taboo thing in his heart.

Born into a martial arts family, but without the talent to practice martial arts. No one can understand this pain. From childhood to adulthood, he always felt that he was treated differently, and his father's expectations for his two brothers were completely different from his expectations for him.

"The immortal has granted me a long life, and I am here to receive it myself."

Tong Baixiong walked into the hall with a smile and personally helped Zhang Yu up: "Thanks to your sincerity, you moved the heavens and allowed me to live another sixty years. If you were not Brother Wu's direct disciple, I would really like to accept you as my last disciple."

Zhang Yu said quickly: "It is my duty to be loyal to the Divine Religion and do my best for the Hall Master. Even though I am a humble subordinate, I will never forget your kindness."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Tong Baixiong said three "good" words in a row, and said in a deep voice: "Yunshuitang originally governed the Guanzhong area, and now there are still some scattered old subordinates. You are Brother Wu's direct disciple, and also my nephew. I want you to open up the situation as the incense master, okay?"

Even Qi Queqiao was shocked by these words. Being sent to a foreign place has always been his dream.

If Zhang Yu could integrate the former members of Yunshuitang and carve out a niche for himself in Guanzhong, perhaps in a few years he would become a powerful figure in the sect, with a status even higher than his own.

If you think about it carefully, whether it is Zhang Yu's own martial arts and intelligence, or his identity as the direct disciple of Master Wu, he has a great chance of succeeding in commanding the scattered old members of Yunshuitang.

Tong Yukang could hardly suppress the jealousy in his heart. He looked coldly at the handsome face of the young man and said to himself, "I must not let this boy get what he wants!"

Zhang Yu bowed and said, "I am willing to serve you, uncle. However, I am only the deputy flag master. I have been promoted three levels. Will it be possible..."

Tong Baixiong smiled and said, "The leader of the Dongfang sect has said many times that we should select people based on their talents and not be too rigid about qualifications, which would cause the pearl to be covered in dust. Don't worry, Fenglei Hall will not bury talents, and you will be appointed soon."

After the storm, two rounds of drinks were had.

Zhang Yu returned to his seat, and everyone's eyes on him changed.

The incense masters who were originally indifferent suddenly became enthusiastic and called him brothers one by one.

The leaders and elders of several affiliated gangs also came over to chat and drink with him under certain pretexts.

Zhang Yu drank thirty cups in a row before he became a little tipsy, but he still accepted all the drinks.

Such a huge amount and such a heroic style really make some people look at it differently.

He got along very well with Sima Da, the owner of Changjing Island, and Huang Boliu, the leader of Tianhe Gang, and they almost became sworn brothers.

After three rounds of drinks, the banquet was no longer so rigid.

People from the underworld began to move around, gathering in groups of three or five to chat.

Zhang Yu looked at Qi Queqiao, who was blushing beside him, and said with a little drunkenness: "Brother Qi, I have something in my mind, and it is not right for me to ask you. But to be honest, in Fenglei Hall, I don't have anyone else I can confide in." "I know what you want to ask?"

The two walked to the corner of the courtyard, a little away from the crowd.

Qi Queqiao said softly, "The Third Young Master once wanted to take Hall Master Wu as his master."

"got rejected?"

Qi Queqiao sneered and said, "These words came out of my mouth and entered your ears. Don't let it out. The Third Young Master may not have a talent for martial arts, but he is smart and stubborn. He will definitely think that I told you."

"Don't worry, brother. Don't you trust Zhang Yu? Then... this is an unprovoked disaster for me." Zhang Yu said with a wry smile.

Qi Queqiao smiled gloatingly and said, "One drink, one peck, one gain, one loss. You just want to take advantage and not suffer any loss. Isn't that against the natural cause and effect?"

He told Zhang Yu the truth, but he also had his own thoughts.

The eldest and second sons of the Tong family are both incense masters in the sect, and they are stationed in Shuntian Prefecture in the capital all year round.

Tong Yukang stayed in Pingding City and always disliked these "outsider" disciples.

He suspected that his several failed transfers were all related to Tong Yukang.

"Fortunately, you can go to Guanzhong to take up your post. Alas, to be honest, I envy you. Brother, if you become successful one day, don't forget me."

"If you become rich and powerful, you will never forget me."

Zhang Yu cupped his hands and then sighed, "The Third Young Master is acting this way... I hope everything goes well."

He suddenly thought that Mount Hua was in the Guanzhong area, and was a little distracted for a moment.

The two men did not stay away from the crowd for long. After talking for a while, they returned to the inner hall.

At this time, Tong Baixiong seemed a little strange. He picked up the wine glass and put it down several times. He forced a smile to the people around him, looked towards the door from time to time, and frowned slightly, as if he was in a low mood.

This phenomenon becomes more and more obvious as time goes by.

Zhang Yu asked, "The hall master doesn't look very interested?"

Qi Queqiao said, "My foster father is waiting."

Zhang Yu asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Qi Queqiao sighed and said, "Waiting for someone."

At this moment, a voice came from outside.

"The Eastern Patriarch's messenger has arrived!"

Tong Baixiong suddenly stood up, rushed out of the inner hall and the courtyard, and met the two messengers less than ten steps away from the gate.

There were two purple-robed messengers, one holding a jar of wine and the other holding a yellow cloth decree.

"The Sun Moon Divine Sect's leader Dongfang Ling, who is a man of great virtue, benevolence, righteousness and wisdom, said: Tong Baixiong has worked hard for the sect and made outstanding contributions. On the occasion of his sixtieth birthday, he is given a jar of fine wine to comfort him for his hard work."

Tong Baixiong knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

"Master, I will never be able to repay your grace even if I die a thousand times."

Zhang Yu sighed inwardly.

He could see that at this birthday banquet, Wanchonglou's "Pillar of the North Sky", Qi Queqiao's "Blood Sutra of Filial Sons", and the "Scales Given by the Immortal" that he presented, all three combined could not compare to Dongfang Bubai's jar of fine wine.

What kind of person is Dongfang Bubai?

He can make a rebellious hero like Tong Baixiong bow down to him and be loyal to him.

Huo Duan looked at the fat captain beside him and sneered, "The 'Northern Sky Pillar' of Wanzhong Tower is not as good as a mere jar of wine. Your efforts are in vain."

"We Central Plains people value loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and the common people in the rivers and lakes are no exception. How can a fox from the outer reaches of the Great Wall understand this?"

"Hehe, the fox from the Great Wall will overturn the Han family's stove sooner or later."

The fat captain said coldly: "You said this in the territory of Daming, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to return to the grassland?"

Huo Duan laughed and said, "Then let's give it a try."

(End of this chapter)