"It doesn't matter whether Wuming and I are inner disciples or outer disciples, but Sister Qing'er can't be at the same level of martial arts as us! We must give him a suitable official."
Qing'er quickly waved her hands and said: "I am the maid of Young Master and Miss Yan'er. I don't ask for any position in Wumeng Mountain. I just want to be able to accompany them."
Han Feng is not stupid. They can have an extra Japanese master for no reason. It is a great thing for Wumeng Mountain. Don’t think that the Japanese masters are just bad cabbage and they will dominate the world. The existence of this person alone allowed the young couple to enter the inner door.
He thought for a moment and then said: "How about this, let this heroine become our guest at Wumeng Mountain. She will get ten taels of silver every month. She doesn't have to do anything on weekdays. She just needs to stand by when Wumeng Mountain is in trouble." Can."
Naturally, Qing'er didn't dare to make her own decision on such an important matter. She glanced at the young master and saw the former nodding, so she agreed.
Wang Qizhi said: "It doesn't matter whether you are a guest or not. It doesn't matter whether you have money or not. We don't care about this, but you have to pay attention to one thing. Although Sister Qing'er verbally calls herself our maid, we have never acknowledged this identity. We We have always treated her as one of our relatives. If we use this status to bully him in the future, we are my enemy, and we will not let them go even if we die."
In today's world, status determines a person's life. If you are born poor, you will be toiled and starved all your life. You will have no money to study, let alone pass the imperial examination to enter an official career.
If you are from a merchant family, although you have money and don't have to worry about food and drink, you can only engage in business for the rest of your life and cannot serve as an official in the court.
A maidservant is even more pitiable. Not only does she have to work hard for her master's family, but if someone else takes a fancy to her, she will become a gift and give it away, without any dignity at all.
Many concubines like Lu Ziming are a different kind. Although the status of concubines is slightly higher than that of maids, they must obey the words of their husbands and wives, without any disobedience or complaints, otherwise they will be beaten and scolded by them. But their natal background cannot stop them. He was so powerful that not even Lu Ziming dared to offend him.
Wang Qizhi was bullied by the disciples of Burial Sword Mountain because of his identity. Now he can't let Sister Qing'er suffer such harm anymore.
Qing'er was very moved after hearing the young master's words. With such a young master, it was worth her death.
Lu Ziming also said very cooperatively: "I arranged for this girl Qing'er to be with Wuming a few years ago. The two of them have a good relationship, so I also regard this girl as my daughter. If you dare to bully her, let alone Wuming , even I won’t let you go.”
Han Feng and the disciples present had a wry smile on their faces. Although they agreed with their mouths, they wanted to scold their mother in their hearts. This maid named Qing'er was a master in Japan. Who dared to bully her except those seniors in Wumeng Mountain? It's just a joke.
Seeing that the matter was almost settled, Han Feng decided not to stay any longer. He stood up slowly, hugged Lu Ziming and said, "General Lu, we won't bother you anymore. We must take these three children back to recover."
Lu Ziming also stood up and clasped his fists in return, and begged sincerely: "Don't be so anxious! I won't be too late to leave after dinner."
Han Feng took these disciples to sleep in the open all the way, without even having a decent meal. If not for time, he really wanted to take his disciples to stay here for one night and have a good meal.
"Thank you General Lu for your kindness. We do have something to do, so we won't stay for a long time again."
Lu Ziming did not try to persuade him to stay again, but took out a wad of silver notes from his sleeve and stuffed it into Wang Qizhi's hand. He said in a very gentle tone: "Wu Ming, take the money first. You will always need it along the way. When you get to Wumeng Mountain, Dad will send someone to deliver it to you."
This stack of banknotes amounted to several thousand taels at least. Logically speaking, the salary of a general from the left was only that much. It was impossible for him to be able to take out so much money at one time. Could it be corruption?
To be honest, this really misunderstood General Lu. For so many years, he had fought hard on the battlefield and gained a lot of trophies, as well as rewards from the King of Chu. He had a family with hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. This little money is simply a drop in the bucket.
For this kind of thing, people like Han Feng don't want to care too much. Even if they are corrupt, they can't be enemies of this general!
Wang Qizhi didn't even look at the fake father, but stuffed the banknote into his sleeve, as if he didn't want it for free, and then the three of them followed Han Feng and his party out of the general's mansion.
Standing at the gate, Lu Ziming looked at the group of people walking away. He pretended to sigh with reluctance and returned to the house.
Since Han Feng and his party had been on the road for many days, they had already finished all the dry food they had with them. He had to let his disciples go buy it separately and meet at the south gate of the city when they arrived in an hour.
Wang Qizhi also took the two girls to buy some things in the city to prepare for the next journey.
The three of them walked around and bought a lot of food that was easy to store. When Wang Qizhi passed a wine shop, he asked about the smell of the wine and unconsciously slowed down. Starting from Jianye City, it would take a long time to ride a horse to reach Wumeng Mountain. For two or three days, he might as well drink some wine to relieve his boredom, but he was afraid of Yan'er's blame, so he used Han Feng as a shield.
"Well, it's not easy for Senior Han to come here after all the hard work. He left without even eating, so I want to buy him some wine as our compensation."
At this time, Yan'er seemed to see that this guy was a little unusual, but she didn't stop him and just nodded in agreement.
After a while, Kung Fu King Qi Zhi came out of the wine shop with a bottle of wine in his hand. He came to the two of them and said, "Let's go! It's almost time. Let's go to the south gate to meet them."
This guy was just about to get up when he found Yan'er looking at him angrily. He asked with a guilty conscience: "What...what's wrong?"
Yan'er stretched out her hand expressionlessly and said, "Bring it here."
Wang Qizhi pretended not to know and asked: "What...what?"
Yan'er was so angry at these words that he stretched out his hand to pull Wang Qizhi's ear. He quickly put down the bottle of wine in his hand, took out a palm-sized wine bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Yan'er respectfully, as if he had made a mistake. Child, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have drank.”
Yan'er was so angry that her nose was almost crooked. What was wrong with this guy? He had to learn to drink. Drinking and sex were the most harmful to the body. He, a half-time doctor, should know that.
If you learn to drink, learn to drink. As long as you don't drink, Yan'er won't care. What worries her the most is that Wang Qizhi has made some bad friends, otherwise this guy won't be able to learn to drink.
