Jiang Ming woke up the next day.
Taihe Tea House continued to hang up the sign saying "No storytelling today", which made many people wail.
Moving his hands and feet, Jiang Ming could feel the strength of his body and a warm current flowing in his meridians.
This was the sign of a ninth-rank warrior, internal energy.
Click.
With a light pinch, the cup on the table instantly turned into powder.
If it were before, he could do it with strength, but his hand would definitely be scratched. And the cup would at most break into pieces instead of turning into powder.
This was a ranked warrior. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that there was a huge difference between them and ordinary people.
"Father."
Jiang's father walked into the room. Seeing that his son looked good, he nodded immediately.
"Well, now that you have entered the ranked realm, you can start formal cultivation next."
Cultivation at the ninth rank was actually very simple. It was just continuously tempering and increasing internal energy until reaching one's own limit. As for where this limit was, it was different for everyone. It all depended on one's own feeling.
Then one could start to turn internal energy into protective true qi and break through to the eighth rank.
And Jiang's father took out two ancient books for him to choose. One was "Mountain-shaking Classic", which was the method he himself cultivated internal energy. The other was "Six-armed Arhat Formula" that matched with the six-armed white ape blood.
Naturally, Jiang Ming decisively chose the "Six-armed Arhat Formula". Although his marrow washing was completed by the real demon king's blood, it was also contaminated with the six-armed white ape blood. This matching method was naturally more suitable for him.
After memorizing it by heart, Jiang Ming followed his father to the courtyard to help.
Bang, bang -
After a few rounds, Jiang's father immediately took on the posture of the army again.
"What the hell are you practicing? It's the Six-armed Arhat. It emphasizes both skills and a fierce momentum. Look at yourself. Do you look like a jumping monkey?"
"Damn it. This punch is so weak. Didn't you eat?"
"Lower body, lower body. Are you a weakling..."
After a round of training, Jiang Ming was scolded like a grandson and didn't dare to talk back.
But the effect was also immediate. At least he quickly mastered this new strength and could fully exert his current strength.
The father and son, as well as Chong Heihu and Zheng Lun, were all practicing in the backyard. At this time, Uncle Fu came in.
"Master, people from Yinsheng Gambling House and the government yamen are here."
The father and son looked at each other. Trouble was coming. They each stopped and picked up the sweat towel beside them and wiped.
"Let's go and take a look."
When they came to the front hall, they saw a manager of the gambling house and three or four constables sitting at the table drinking tea.
Jiang Shi stepped forward and cupped his hands and smiled. "Dear constables, I don't know what kind of tea you came to my tea house to drink? Xiao Si, serve a pot of Rain Falling and Beaded Curtain to these adults."
"Shopkeeper Jiang, don't bother. We didn't come to drink tea. We came to ask about a case."
The leading constable straightened his hat and said.
"Case? Please speak. As long as I know, I'll tell everything..."
These people were naturally here for the disappearance of Luo Tianlin. And Jiang Ming and others had already unified their statements. One by one, they showed no fear and didn't show any flaws.
The few people could only return without success.
"Don't be nervous. Yinsheng Gambling House has its own troubles. It's not us who should be afraid." Jiang Shi patted his son and smiled.
Now that the real demon king's blood had been used by his son and there was no residue left. On the contrary, the young master of Yinsheng Gambling House was actually a half-demon. Secretly, he also refined corpse demons. Once exposed to the light, he would die. What was there to be afraid of?
It was not suitable to expose it now. Otherwise, it would easily involve their father and son in a whirlpool. But when Jiang Ming entered the court of the Great Jin and found a suitable opportunity, it would be a great achievement.
On the other hand, when the manager of Yinsheng Gambling House returned to the gambling house, he found that the atmosphere was not right.
Walking into the main hall and seeing the figure sitting there, his calf suddenly went soft and he knelt down with a slap.
"Old... master."
Luo Yuhua, the owner of Yinsheng Gambling House.
"How is it?"
"Reporting to master, it is initially determined that the disappearance of young master should have nothing to do with Taihe Tea House." The manager replied.
Luo Yuhua was a gloomy middle-aged man. He narrowed his eyes and gently tapped on the table. The banging sound seemed to tap on the manager's heartstrings. But at this moment, he didn't dare to make a sound.
"Seven corpse demons disappeared from the dungeon. Plus Tianlin's eighth-rank strength. Ordinary people really can't hurt him. But Taihe Tea House..."
He remembered an IOU and a gambling agreement found in Luo Tianlin's room. Why would he target Taihe Tea House for no reason?
Luo Tianlin never thought of telling him. He planned everything secretly. Let alone the real demon king's blood. Even a single hair of the demon king was worth thousands of gold. With such a treasure, Luo Tianlin dared to guarantee that his father would definitely not give it to him if he knew.
Luo Yuhua instinctively felt that there was something strange in this. But his return this time was for another important matter. Just a son who was also a half-demon. If he died, he died. As long as the secret of the dungeon wasn't exposed, it would be fine.
"Send someone to keep a close eye on Taihe Tea House for me."
"Yes, master."
As for the three thousand taels of debt, he didn't care. He was a demon and didn't have much feeling for these silvers. The gambling house was also not short of money.
After the manager left, the hall was suddenly covered by a shadow. The terrifying figure stretched out with a crackling sound.
"Go outside the city and arrange for Ciya to come in. Find an opportunity to capture people from Taihe Tea House and investigate." Luo Yuhua ordered.
If it was really done by Taihe Tea House, he would personally eliminate this hidden danger. It was just an eighth-rank warrior who retired from the border army. But he wouldn't use these people under his name to avoid leaving traces.
"Yes." A sharp voice sounded.
With a rustling sound, it seemed that something was moving on the beam.
Taihe Tea House.
Jiang Ming started storytelling again. After all, practicing martial arts was one thing. Cultivating immortality couldn't be neglected either.
Even now he was already planning to build his own team. But all of this had to wait until he became a disciple and got a courtesy name and entered the court.
At present, Jiang Ming was very fulfilled every day. In the morning, he would cultivate qi first and then practice martial arts. After having breakfast, he would go and tell stories. After taking a rest at noon, in the afternoon, he would either continue telling stories or visit the mansion of his future teacher Ji Nian.
And the day of becoming a disciple was also set. On the first day of next month, that is, in three days.
This evening, Jiang Ming was about to go home after coming out of Ji's mansion.
When passing through an old alley, suddenly the light in front and behind disappeared.
Tap.
Jiang Ming stopped his steps and casually reached for the big gourd on his back.
"Who is it?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.
"Jiang Ming, you are so cruel -"
Luo Tianlin?
Jiang Ming was shocked in his heart. But then he reacted. That guy had been broken into several pieces. Zheng Lun's two streams of qi from the orifices were especially effective against souls. He couldn't even become a ghost. How could he come to take revenge on him?
Pretending not to recognize whose voice it was, Jiang Ming was 'panicked' and said, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"Jiang Ming, you killed me that night. Have you forgotten me now?"
"Who are you exactly? I am already a ninth-rank warrior. Don't try to scare me."
A pair of eyes in the darkness carefully watched Jiang Ming's performance in the alley. Secretly thinking that it seemed that this person didn't do it. Although that was a lowly half-demon, with the blood of an adult, he also had eighth-rank strength.
He himself wasn't an opponent.
However, he couldn't come in vain. The flesh and blood of a ninth-rank warrior was more chewy than that of ordinary people. Hahaha...
Trapped in the darkness, Jiang Ming suddenly sensed a change in the airflow. Immediately, he kicked out a right roundhouse kick mixed with internal energy. Immediately, there was a muffled sound in the darkness.
With a crash, it seemed that something had unfolded.