"Since Brother Heng, you have officially started practicing martial arts, I can't hide your third uncle. You can get this book well! If you don't understand, you can ask me or the masters in the mansion!"

As he said that, Uncle San went back to the house and handed over a book that was somewhat wrinkled.

After taking the book, the first thing that caught my eye was a few big characters "Bloodline Fist".

"This book records the first-grade martial arts book, "Bloodline Fist" I obtained in my early years. Although it is only a first-grade martial arts, if you practice it to great success, you will be able to compete with the second-grade martial arts. Moreover, the last move of this boxing is a desperate and fierce move that sacrifices your life, even the ordinary second-grade one is far inferior to that!"

Uncle San said that his unique skills were praised and he was even more proud of himself. Although this boxing technique was only a first-class, he also integrated dozens of first-class boxing techniques to learn from his strengths and weaknesses on the original basis, and finally completed it. This is also his unique skill to survive by tying.

"Brother Heng, since you have made up your mind, practice it well. After practicing boxing, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

Jiang Heng nodded. It turned out that this was Uncle San’s unique skill. However, when he heard that it was a first-class, he was still a little disappointed, but he didn’t show it. After all, no matter what he did, he could not become a fat man in one bite. Everything needs to be taken slowly.

Uncle San explained some of his experience in boxing and told Jiang Heng to study hard. If you don’t understand, please come and ask him.

After talking for a full hour, the teacups on the table next to them changed again and again. It was not until Jiang Heng saw that Uncle San was over, and then he said goodbye.

Back in the small courtyard outside his bedroom, Jiang Heng drank the medicinal food under Xiaorou's service and breathed a few long sighs of relief.

After practicing for a whole morning, Jiang Heng felt that his condition was unprecedentedly good. The feeling of pleasure after the pain was very comfortable.

No wonder I saw some people in the fitness circle in my previous life saying that lifting iron will be addicted.

Return to your room.

Looking through the boxing book I had just obtained in the room, I immediately remembered the calligraphy and painting I saw on the street. After pondering for a long time, Jiang Heng immediately rushed to Xiao Judo.

"Xiao Rou, do you know where in this city the most calligraphy, painting and calligraphy books?"

"Young Master, won't go to the railings today?" The girl looked like Jiang Heng in confusion.

"I won't go!" Jiang Heng turned a little black and coughed dryly, "I said I actually hate that dirt place, do you believe it?"

The girl blinked her beautiful eyes, as if she was saying it?

"Okay, let's talk about the serious matter!"

The girl nodded and immediately said: "If you want to talk about calligraphy and painting in the city, it is naturally the most common in calligraphy and painting camps!"

"Take me to see!"

As soon as Jiang Heng and Xiao Rougang left the door, they had not yet gotten on the carriage. At this moment, the two Confucian scholars dressed in scholars were shaking their fans and walking while walking.

"Brother Liu is still going to the pleasure boat of Miss Little Yan today? I heard that Miss Little Yan is both good at piano skills!" The two scholars were rushing to the road, and one of the slightly short and vulgar scholars were chatting.

The Confucian scholar who was called Brother Liu frowned when he heard this, turned to his companion and said something strange.

"Brother Li, don't you know yet?"

"What do you know?" Li Shusheng said in confusion.

"Didn't Miss Xiaoyan die of drowning in the middle of last month?"

"Die...Die...Die?"

The scholar surnamed Liu was obviously frightened and was so trembling that he was a little disbelief.

"Brother Li, don't joke! Brother Zhang and Brother Zhao and I were still sailing with Miss Xiaoyan last night!" As if I remembered something, the scholar surnamed Liu hurriedly retorted.

"Brother Zhang? Brother Zhao?" The scholar surnamed Li looked at Brother Liu in front of him even more strangely.

"Brother Liu... The body of Brother Zhang and Brother Zhao was caught by people in the yamen this morning."

"What?!!"

The scholar surnamed Liu was so scared that his face looked like a mortal.

"Brother Li, are you lying to me? Yes! You... you are lying to me!"

The scholar surnamed Li shook his head slightly, "Brother Liu, you can go to the yamen to check this matter. Now the body is still left there. I just copied the documents for the yamen this morning, and it was from there."

The scholar surnamed Liu obviously knew the background of the scholar surnamed Li, and his face turned pale even more when he heard this.

"Brother Li, I...I...I'm still in trouble...I'll say goodbye!"

As he said that, the scholar surnamed Liu said that he hurriedly turned around and left.

"Oh, Brother Liu!"

The two left almost one after another.

Looking at the two figures leaving, Jiang Heng's face turned gloomy.

If it were a day ago, he would not believe these weird things, but after last night, Jiang Heng no longer believed in this matter 100%. Instead, he had doubts!

Suspicion is because after all, I have never really seen a sneaky person!

"I don't know if I can survive if I meet that kind of ghost."

Thinking in his heart, a sense of urgency had already emerged in Jiang Heng's heart.

Be strong!

Be sure to become stronger!

Thinking of this, Jiang Hengxin became more and more upset, but what he lacked the most now was time, so he just kept urging the carriage to catch the car faster.

Thinking that something was wrong with the world he might be in, the urgency in Jiang Heng's heart gradually became worse.

The calligraphy and painting shop in the south of the city has a large storefront. It is a two-story store called "Shuhuazhai". The business of this calligraphy and painting shop is pretty good. It is said that it collects works by some famous artists in Cangzhou, including paintings with good paintings and calligraphy calligraphy books, but the price is very high.

However, there are quite a few scholars coming and going, but most of them are poor scholars who want to watch and copy good calligraphy and paintings in the city.

Jiang Heng shook his robe and took Xiaorou into the store first, while Lai Fu was waiting outside.

Recently, Jiang Heng's dress has been very different from the past, and he is a little more inclined to the dress of martial arts people. However, today he is visiting a calligraphy and painting hangout, but he is wearing his original brocade clothes and robe.

"Is this young master here to buy calligraphy and paintings? This shop is a century-old brand, with all kinds of famous calligraphy and paintings!"

There were many customers in the store, but most of them were servants. However, when Jiang Heng came in, the shopkeeper with strong eyes immediately came up. He was doing this business, and he could tell whoever is rich and who has no money at a glance.

Most of the people who brought the book boys, or even came alone, were poor scholars. But the person in front of him was different. Look at the material, look at this maid, the fat sheep!

"Um!"

He nodded slightly, Jiang Heng was too lazy to be polite to the shopkeeper, and said directly: "Please take out all the calligraphy and paintings of famous masters! Let me open my eyes, don't deceive me with fake goods, if it's genuine, you will be indispensable!"

When Jiang Heng heard that the wealthy owner was very angry, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself that this fat sheep could not be let go!

He quickly squeezed out a more flattering smile and said, "Hey! Young Master dare not say anything else. If you want to talk about this master's calligraphy and painting, I have a lot of calligraphy and paintings!"

"Young Master, you will get it soon, and you will get it! You are the money-losing product! Why don't you give me tea to the guests quickly! Use the best Yangzhou Yuquan tea for me!"

As he said that, the shopkeeper smiled flatteringly at Jiang Henghui and moved his plump body upstairs.

Jiang Heng silently calculated that today was another attempt. If it succeeded, it would mean that learning martial arts generals in the future will achieve twice the result with half the effort!

There are a lot of calligraphy and painting hanging around this calligraphy and painting camp, which looks like that. However, Jiang Heng couldn't see these, and his eyes didn't react, and he couldn't help feeling a little ups and downs in his heart.

If the following famous calligraphy and paintings did not respond, then...

Um?!
Chapter completed!