Baihe City, County Sheriff's Mansion.
"ah……"
Zhang Yao yawned and woke up from the luxurious bed with sleepy eyes.
He pushed aside his white and tender arms, rolled out of bed, stripped naked, and shouted:
"Come here, help me change my clothes, master."
Several beautiful maids who were always waiting outside suddenly rushed in and served Zhang Yao skillfully.
After being served by many maids, Zhang Yao put on his luxurious brocade clothes, then ran to the toilet, pulled open his robe and let out some water.
On the way back, he met some little maids. He went up and teased them, which made them shy and ran away.
"Hahaha……"
Zhang Yaozhi laughed happily, sniffed the fragrance on his fingertips, and wandered to the front hall.
The Sheriff's Mansion originally had many servants and old ladies, but they were all dispersed by him. Now there are only more than a hundred young maids and maids left in the entire Sheriff's Mansion, who are responsible for serving him alone.
"Does this mean I'm a villain and become arrogant when he gets his way?"
Zhang Yao couldn't help but laugh a little when he thought of this.
He is a majestic martial arts master, but he cannot be considered a villain.
His life as a county magistrate was quite satisfactory to him. It was the most comfortable life he had lived in two lifetimes and decades.
If he had stayed in Changping City back then, he might have been able to live such a well-fed life, but how could he be as comfortable as he is now?
The Grandmaster's power is enough to suppress any dissent. No one in Baihe City dares to openly disobey his orders. A single word can make all the major forces fearful.
"Sir, please have a meal."
By the time Zhang Yao came to the front hall, a delicious breakfast was already ready.
There are a total of eighteen dishes, with a combination of meat and vegetables, exquisite styles, and full of color and flavor, especially the local steamed carp. Zhang Yao will eat it every meal.
The entire Sheriff's Mansion exists just to serve him. No matter what time he wakes up from bed or when he wants to eat, he can always have food.
"I slept until the sun was shining brightly, but I still have to eat breakfast."
Zhang Yao picked up his chopsticks and ate quickly, gulping down several bowls of porridge.
The white porridge he ate was made from pearl rice mixed with ginseng roots. It was light, sweet, nourishing and nourishing. The cost alone cost more than ten taels of silver. It was a luxury that ordinary people could not imagine.
"master."
While we were eating, a delicate housekeeper came over, leaned down, and exhaled softly:
"Captain Sun of the Cao Gang personally came to send a message, saying that the leader of the Cao Gang is here and wants to make an appointment with you."
"The leader of the Cao Gang? The 'Pingbo Dragon King'?"
Zhang Yao paused for a moment and said thoughtfully: "Indeed, it's time for him to come."
He waved his hand and said lazily:
"Then agree to it for me and make an appointment to meet him in an hour."
"yes."
After the delicate housekeeper left, Zhang Yao quickly finished his breakfast and went for a walk in the back garden, where he met some beautiful maids to play chess.
During his eight years in Jiangdu, he fell in love with playing chess and listening to storytelling, two hobbies he still retains today.
If you want to listen to storytelling, you only need to say a word, and within a quarter of an hour, the most famous storyteller in Baihe City will come to the governor's mansion to perform for him alone.
If he wanted to play chess, major aristocratic families would thoughtfully provide him with little domestic maids who were proficient in chess, calligraphy and painting, and would be responsible for pleasing his hobby.
In the garden pavilion:
"Hahaha, you lost again, admit defeat and take off your clothes!"
"Oh, sir, you're cheating again..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Master, I am very good at chess. I am especially good at going straight to the heart and capturing the dragon. I will show you tonight..."
…………
An hour later.
Zhang Yao put on a brocade robe and came to the main hall of the Sheriff's Mansion.
A middle-aged man in his forties, with a majestic face, black beard and hair, tall and strong body, is sitting on the Taishi chair, with his eyes closed and calm and relaxed.
From a distance, it looks like a sleeping mighty lion, full of breathtaking oppressive force.
"Um?"
When he heard the footsteps, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes immediately locked on Zhang Yao, looking up and down.
"Gang Leader Li? I have long admired your name!"
Zhang Yao showed a smile and stepped forward to salute.
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
Li Xiaofeng stood up and responded politely:
"Li is just a waste of fame, how dare he be praised by Brother Zhang."
The two exchanged a few polite words, and after sitting down again, a maid immediately served them tea.
"This Li Xiaofeng must be seventy years old, right?"
While Zhang Yao was chatting with him, he looked curiously at the "Pingbo Dragon King", one of the famous overlords of Jiangdu and the leader of the Caogang.
This Li Xiaofeng is definitely a legend.
It is said that he came from a humble background but was extremely talented. His ups and downs throughout his life have been compiled into storytelling and biographies.
Decades ago, although the Cao Gang had a large number of people, its power was scattered, lacked unified coordination, and there was no master in charge, so it was always ignored by Jiangdu's government and business alliances.
Until Li Xiaofeng’s rise:
When he became the Grand Master at the age of fifty, he immediately used forceful means to integrate the major divisions. In a short period of time, the influence of the Cao Gang grew and spread rapidly.
By the time Zhang Yao entered Jiangdu, the influence of the Cao Gang had been deeply rooted, and it had been competing with the government and business alliances for many years.
Calculated according to time:
Li Xiaofeng was almost forty years old when he served as the helmsman of Baihe more than thirty years ago and led his men to annihilate the "Black Tornado" group of ruthless bandits who were ravaging Baibo Lake.
Now more than thirty years have passed, and Li Xiaofeng should be seventy years old anyway. It's only because the master can lock his energy and blood and keep his body from falling that he looks the same as he is in his forties.
"Brother Zhang."
Li Xiaofeng and Zhang Yao chatted for a while, but couldn't help but feel curious and asked:
"Brother Zhang must have become a Grandmaster not long ago, right? I wonder how old he is this year?"
After Zhang Yao was born, his origins naturally attracted all parties to investigate.
Although his past could not be found out, the more than three months he rented the small courtyard could not be concealed.
After learning about his experience and behavior, Li Xiaofeng concluded that Zhang Yao spent a hundred days of transformation in Baihe City.
Zhang Yao smiled slightly and said, "I am forty-three years old this year."
He deliberately lied about his age, but even so, Li Xiaofeng was surprised.
"Forty-three years old... No wonder he looks so young..."
Li Xiaofeng took a deep breath and said with emotion:
"Brother Zhang's talent is truly the first I have ever seen in my life!"
Forty-three-year-old Grandmaster, what does this mean?
This shows that the person in front of you is likely to become a top master in his thirties or even his twenties. This is really unimaginable.
It is already rare for internal practitioners to achieve perfection at the age of thirty. Most of the top masters only catch the last train of the peak period of Qi and blood at the age of thirty-four or five, and are able to continue to practice external martial arts.
He thinks that he has had opportunities and adventures, which are rare in the world, but even so, they are far less perverted than Zhang Yao.
"Brother Li is so complimentary."
Zhang Yao smiled and didn't explain anything.
In his opinion, with Li Xiaofeng's talent, if he did not go out to fight and kill, but instead found a place to cultivate his mind and cultivate his character, it would not be difficult to become a grandmaster in his early forties.
It's just that he won't take the initiative to tell others the secret.
