I am a late bloomer in the world of immortality

poor.

It would be nice to have a wife.

How can I be qualified to pick and choose?

To him, a maid with delicate skin, tender flesh and a pretty appearance is much better than an average-looking young lady.

Not to mention, Caixia is also related to the "Wei A Si" in front of him, and he is willing to get close to Wei Tu, even if Caixia is an ugly woman.

"Well, I'll ask the matchmaker to come to your house to propose marriage on a certain day. You should be prepared..."

"I can lend you some money to build a new house and pay it back later..."

"You can't let my girl suffer."

Wei Tu took a careful look at the expression on Yue Jing's face, and when he saw that his expression was as usual, he nodded and arranged the process of their marriage.

Two months later.

The ninth day of August is an auspicious day for marriage.

Yue Jing and Caixia get married as they wish.

As the officiants who brought the two together, Wei Tu and Xinghua attended the wedding together and brought congratulatory gifts.

Because of Wei Tu, many military attachés from the Xiangjun Yamen saw this and sent congratulatory gifts.

Although the congratulatory gifts sent by the military attaches were not expensive and were cheap things, this card alone... still shocked the Yue family.

Everyone in the Yue family no longer dares to look down upon the bride Caixia. They also treat Caixia respectfully in their words and deeds.

However, Caixia did not feel arrogant and arrogant because of this. On the day after her wedding, she came to the main room early and offered tea to her in-laws to greet them without any arrogance.

After hearing these stories, the soldiers of the Xiangjun Yamen expressed their envy towards Yue Jing in their private conversations.

The third month after the two got married.

Wei Tu found an excuse to use his power and position to promote Yue Jing to the chief of the Xiangjun Yamen, responsible for the food in the army.

This position is a fat one.

You can earn a lot of income by fishing for oil and water every year.

Finish these.

Apart from letting Xinghua and Caixia move around more, Wei Tu no longer paid attention to Yue Jing and Caixia.

He is not Caixia's father.

It's okay to do this.

In addition, Yue Jing has too many thoughts and likes to work hard, unlike "Quanshun" who is diligent and down-to-earth.

He helped Yue Jing too much in the yamen, which greatly improved Yue Jing's status, which may not necessarily be a good thing for Caixia...

Even if you want to help.

We must also "see people's hearts over time."

…

time flies.

One year later, it was the 27th year of Qing'an.

Autumn, August.

This year is the time when the Shannan Daoxiang Martial Arts Examination is launched.

Nearly six hundred martial arts scholars from various prefectures and counties in Shannan Province poured into the city of Qingfeng Prefecture to participate in this martial arts examination.

These martial arts scholars, like previous township martial arts examinations, are old and young.

Young martial arts masters between the ages of twenty and thirty account for about 70% of the candidates who take the Jinke Provincial Examination.

The remaining 25% are middle-aged martial arts masters in their forties and fifties, and the remaining half are elderly martial arts masters in their fifties and above.

On the way to the outfield competition.

Wei Tu even met an elderly martial artist in his seventies.

Although this ancient martial artist's steps were considered vigorous, during the competition, after only a few moves, he was knocked down by the young martial artist on the stage due to his slow reaction.

But the good thing is.

This ancient martial artist was not seriously injured and was still alive and kicking after getting off the ring.

Based on his martial arts accomplishments alone, Wei Tu didn't think that this old scholar was much inferior to the young martial artist.

But boxing is afraid of young people. The older a martial artist who trains outside, the more his physique will decline.

A few days later.

After the preliminary test and the retest, there were only fifty martial arts masters left in the rural martial arts competition to compete for the ranking of the rural martial arts competition.

More than 500 other martial arts masters were eliminated one by one in the previous competition.

Failed to reach the finals.

Among these fifty people, naturally included Wei Tu, the person with the highest level of martial arts.

Next.

After three consecutive days of competition, only the last ten of the fifty people in the ring were left to compete for the top ten in the local martial arts competition.

"The military leader of the rural examination can be awarded the title of seventh-grade military officer. The top ten can be awarded the title of eighth-grade military officer, and the rest can all be awarded the title of ninth-grade military officer..."

Standing on the ring, Wei Tu silently thought about the rules for official promotion after the rural martial arts examination.

With his current martial arts strength and the competition experience Fu Zhizhou taught him, he is confident that he can win the provincial martial arts championship in Jinke.

But - Wei Tu then remembered the scene when he was targeted by a giant man with a hammer when he was in Siyang Town.

If he hadn't been equipped with fine armor and escaped in time, he would have been injured or died after that battle. The best outcome would have been to live paralyzed for the rest of his life.

——At that time, he secretly swore that he would never be in the limelight again, and he must be cautious when doing things.

"Is it really necessary to seize the seventh-grade official? My fourth brother said that when Governor Wang faces the innate martial arts master, he must be polite, even a little respectful..."

"In thirty years, I will be able to become an innate martial artist. Then my status... will be greatly improved..."

"It seems unnecessary to be obsessed with the seventh-grade military attache awarded by the rural military examination."

Wei Tu's mind wandered and he began to analyze his current and future situations.

The governor was the real official of the Zheng court, a high-ranking official in purple robes, and his official rank was among the second rank.

And after he became a seventh-rank official, it was obviously difficult for him to rise through the ranks and reach an official position like Governor Wang within thirty years.

Furthermore, he still needs to practice martial arts and the Immortal Cultivation Technique "Five Yuan Yun Spirit Body", so he has no time and energy to consider officialdom matters, because these things are a waste of time.

As long as he becomes an innate martial artist, his status will jump to the top and he will be "on an equal footing" with Governor Wang. There is no need to work hard in the officialdom.

"The leaders of the rural examinations are too dazzling. In the entire Zheng State, there are only fifteen leaders of the provincial examinations every three years..."

"Once you become the leader of the armed forces, you will definitely become famous throughout the country, and troubles will follow one after another... and the benefits obtained are obviously not worth it to me."

After thinking for half a quarter of an hour, Wei Tu finally made up his mind to give up the title of "Martial Leader" this time and only win among the top ten.

The eighth-grade military attache was enough for him, enough to improve his status.

Although a seventh-grade military attache is better than an eighth-grade military attache, one rank higher, and his future in the officialdom is even more limitless, the risks he has to bear are too huge, and obviously exceed the "income" of a seventh-grade military attaché.

With the goal in hand, Wei Tu felt obviously more relaxed in the final competition, and no longer had to worry about his opponent's sect, moves, weapons, and martial arts.

Half a day later.

The dust has settled.

Under Wei Tu's deliberate effort, he finished seventh in the Jinke Township martial arts examination.

This ranking is neither high nor low, and it will not attract too much attention from the world.

"Third brother has thought it over properly. For a seventh-grade military attache, there is really no need to bring risks to oneself..."

After the competition, Fu Zhizhou drove Wei Tu and walked out of the gate of Wugongyuan.

On the way, when he learned about Wei Tu's ranking, he was surprised and confused at first, but then after hearing Wei Tu's explanation, he immediately admired Wei Tu and thought that Wei Tu had a big picture view. .

From Wei Tu's perspective, it seems reasonable to make this reasonable choice.

But who can really ignore the fame and fortune brought by the provincial military examination chief and the seventh-grade military attache?

Fu Zhizhou thought to himself that if he were in Wei Tu's situation, he might not be able to make the same decisive decision as Wei Tu.

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