"Grandpa, the meal is ready! Huh? Who is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" At this time, a girl in a red coat, about fifteen years old ran over from the main room not far away.

"Sorry, I'm passing by. I'm telling the old man to stay at your house for a few days." Nangong Ping said hurriedly.

"So that's the case. No wonder I don't know you." The girl was open and didn't live at all.

"Thank you!" Nangong Ping thanked again.

"What do you thank? Every autumn, many people go to the mountains to pick herbs, and many people stay in our village. You are not the first or the last." The girl said casually.

"Yes, you are not the first and last ones. Let's go, young man, I think you have not had a good meal in a long time. You are lucky today. The wild boar I caught yesterday. My granddaughter has been doing all morning today. Let's go have a good meal." The old man also packed up his horse.

"It's so great, then I'm not polite. I'll pay the ten-day rent in advance. I wonder if this is enough?" Nangong Ping was overjoyed, and while saying that, he took out a silver note worth 100 taels and handed it to the girl.

"That's so much, a day and a half taels are enough." The girl said immediately after looking at the silver bill.

"Then I'll stay for a few more days?" Since she had already taken it out, Nangong Ping was naturally embarrassed to take it back. Besides, there were still many silver notes in his Sumeru ring, so it really didn't matter to him.

"Okay, just one hundred taels of silver bills, we can let you live for half a year." The girl also said excitedly.

Soon, the three of them entered the room. A hot pot had already been placed on the table in the room. The aroma of a large pot of wild boar meat almost made Nangong Ping saliva flow out.

"Young man, let's do it!" The old man had long seen what happened to Nangong Ping. As soon as he spoke, Nangong Ping was not polite. Besides, he was not eating for nothing, so he sat down and picked up the chopsticks and ate hard.

"Slow down, you can eat enough." The girl said angrily when she saw Nangong Ping swallowing her voraciously.

"It's delicious, delicious, sorry, I haven't eaten like this for several months. It's delicious, delicious." Nangong Ping said while eating hard.

"Eat, eat, but after eating, you have to go to fight with me." The girl said.

"Fight? Why?" Nangong Ping said in surprise while eating.

"Young man, don't listen to her nonsense. It's not a fight, but a competition. Today is Laba Festival. The rule in our village is that people under the age of 20 must participate in the annual competition at noon. If they win, they can get rewards." The old man explained.

"So that's the case, but I'm not from your village, how can I participate?" Nangong Ping asked.

"It's okay. We are just a small village, and the competition is not that strict. In the past, relatives and friends from other families also participated in other places." The old man said.

"That's right, you live in our house. Even if you are a member of our family, it's natural to play on behalf of our family. If you win, I'll make delicious food for you tonight!" said the girl.

"Ah? Are they powerful?" Nangong Ping was also a little stupid.

"Of course it's amazing. Our village is in the mountainous area. Usually, everyone seeks life from the mountains. How can we do if we don't know how to do martial arts? Grandpa, it seems that the second boy from the old Li family has reached the eighth level of martial arts this year, right?" the girl said.

"Level 8, so powerful? He also participated?" Nangong Ping was stunned, because Nangong Ping knew that it was very remarkable to be able to reach level 8 of the martial arts before the age of twenty.

"Are you scared? I think it's very strong. Don't say that you haven't practiced it. There are less than twenty people in this competition, and the top five have prizes. You just need to get our family a top four." The girl's requirements are not very high.

"Did you participate last year? Which place did you get?" Nangong Ping asked.

"I got the third last year, and I just want to keep the third this year." The girl said confidently.

"You are so powerful, what level are you now?" It is difficult to see the level of a martial artist, but because there are many people practicing martial arts on the Ziwei Planet, an ordinary standard was formulated. The main indicators of this standard are strength, speed, sensitivity and softness, and then the level of a martial artist is evaluated based on the comprehensive score.

Although this assessment has some truth, it is not necessarily true that high-level martial artists will win in actual combat, because there are too many other factors that determine it. Therefore, not all martial artists will participate in such evaluation.

But there are still many people who will participate in the level assessment of martial artists. The reason is very simple. For example, if each team recruits people, the level of martial artists will naturally be higher, and the position will naturally be higher; the escort agencies, bodyguards and other industries are naturally high in the commissions of martial artists with high rank.

Of course, these are just mortal martial arts assessments, and practitioners will not participate.

"Grandpa doesn't let me participate. If I want to participate in the assessment, I should be able to reach Level 6." The girl said.

"Class 6? So awesome!" Nangong Ping sighed sincerely.

Although Nangong Ping believes that he must be better than the girl now, if he has not met his adoptive father and has not practiced, he will not know when he will reach the level 6 of the martial arts master.

"Don't listen to Xiao Yao's nonsense. Her level is at most a level 4 of a martial artist." The old man said from the side.

"Impossible! I have competed with the fifth-level martial artist, and they are no match for me at all." The girl named Xiao Yao immediately protested.

"That doesn't count. How long can your level six last? If you deal with two level five martial artists in a row, can you win?" The old man bluntly attacked his granddaughter.

"Ah? How can I calculate that way? Anyway, I can defeat a level 5 martial artist, and I won't lose even if I compete with a level 6 martial artist!" Xiao Yao was obviously dissatisfied.

"But the real level 6 martial artist can fight five in a row, ten level 5 martial artists, so you can avoid showing off in the future." The old man said bluntly.

"Who is showing off? I'm just talking." Seeing that his grandfather's attitude was not good, Xiao Yao looked at Nangong Ping helplessly and said.

"Old man, Miss Xiao, I'm full, it's so delicious, I'm too full, I want to do it." Seeing that the grandparents and grandchildren were not having a very pleasant conversation, Nangong Ping happened to be full, so he stood up.

"Young man, the guest room is in the left wing. You go and rest first. I need a few more drinks." The old man said immediately.
Chapter completed!