Ren Qing silently took out the money bag from his arms. It was heavy and contained at least dozens of taels, enough for a family of three to live for several years.
Although there are many things in the yamen, and if you are unlucky it is easy to die in the line of duty, but the monthly salary is real.
Liu Hu took the money bag, weighed it, took some of the money and threw it to Ren Qing, then nodded calmly: "That's enough, I'll pick up the knife in seven days."
Ren Qing turned around and left, but as soon as he opened the door of the blacksmith shop, he was stopped by Liu Hu.
"What's the rush?"
"I haven't seen anyone use your so-called Damiao sword in Sanxiang City. So how do you practice swordsmanship on weekdays?"
Ren Qing frowned, does the sword thing still need practice?
Seeing this, Liu Hu sighed: "Just wait for me a little longer."
He walked into the yard outside the blacksmith shop and returned to the house after a while holding a thick tree trunk.
"This kind of weapon must be adapted to the body as soon as possible, otherwise it is easy to hurt yourself when practicing with a real sword."
"I……"
Just as Ren Qing wanted to explain, he saw Liu Hu took an ax and split the tree trunk directly, and then cut out the vague shape of a sword.
He closed his mouth knowingly and waited for the wooden Da Miao knife to gradually take shape.
More than half an hour later, the Damiao knife in Liu Hu's hand was already lifelike. He swung it briefly and almost hit Ren Qing.
"It is indeed feasible. It does not seem to be a fiction, but it is a bit difficult to apply flexibly."
"Brother Liu, let me try."
Ren Qing took the Da Miao Dao and squinted his eyes.
He slashed hard and then pulled back instantly.
I saw that the candle on the wooden table not far away was extinguished by the force of the knife wind, but the paper on the side did not move at all.
Liu Hu was dumbfounded. He couldn't even call it superb swordsmanship, but it had a...how should I put it, a completely natural taste.
He watched Ren Qing leave the blacksmith shop, and when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but laugh.
I felt that Ren Qing underestimated me before, but so did he.
The sound of blacksmithing sounded again, and smoke slowly drifted out from the gaps in the doors and windows.
Ren Qing walked to the street, and the appearance of the large wooden Miao knife attracted the attention of passers-by.
He walked towards the direction of the martial arts school Chen's Baji Leg, turning east and west through several alleys before reaching his destination.
The martial arts gym is located in a small area and is even too remote.
According to Ren Qing's investigation, there are only a dozen disciples in the martial arts gym, all of them orphans raised by Chen Yongxing, who also has a daughter named Chen Lihua.
In order to supplement his living expenses, Chen Yongxing began to recruit disciples from outside, so that he could make more money every month.
Ren Qing walked straight into the yard. There were more than a dozen people practicing their kicking skills in the open space, kicking the wooden stakes continuously.
Everyone looked at Ren Qing with indifferent expressions, and their movements couldn't help but slow down.
Ren Qing was wearing official uniform, and he had no intention of concealing his identity as a government official.
Anyway, he is here to practice martial arts, and as soon as he masters the Shenzu Sutra, he will run away immediately.
Just as Ren Qing was about to ask, he suddenly noticed that the body proportions of the martial arts disciples practicing legwork were very strange.
Their legs are extremely thick, covered with strong muscles, and without exception account for more than 50% of the body.
If a similar situation happened to a single person, it might be a coincidence, but since it happened to a group of people, something felt wrong.
The older martial arts disciple came forward and asked: "Who are you..."
Ren Qing cupped his fists and replied: "I heard that Master Chen's kung fu is good, so I plan to study with him for a while."
"Well, just follow me."
The martial arts disciple nodded slightly and led Ren Qing into the house.
The more Ren Qing looked at the other party's movements, the more twisted he felt, so he deliberately made contact with his body, but the message did not show the spell.
How come the legs seem to have been alienated...
Ren Qing came to a certain room with doubts. The martial arts disciple opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.
He stepped inside and smelled the faint smell of herbs on the tip of his nose.
The decoration in the house is simple, and the weak man lying on the bed is Chen Yongxing.
His breathing was a little unstable, as if he might die at any moment.
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman helped Chen Yongxing drink the herbal medicine, but the latter wanted to push it away with her arms, but she was not strong enough.
After the woman finished feeding all the herbs, she whispered: "I am Chen Lihua, the daughter of Chen Yongxing. Because my father is ill, I had to step in."
"Can Master Chen speak?"
"I'm sorry, my father can't take care of himself now. If you still want to learn Baji Kung, I have to let my senior brother teach you."
"That's okay."
Ren Qing looks very ordinary on the surface, but inside he is full of indescribable weirdness.
He had met Chen Yongxing a few days ago. There was nothing wrong with him, and he still had seven or eight years to live.
Moreover, as a martial artist, it is impossible for minor injuries and illnesses to have such an impact.
Chen Lihua said: "Three taels of silver per month, one class every three days, but you are not allowed to leave the martial arts hall unless you have nothing to do."
Ren Qing promised repeatedly that if everything goes well it won't take long.
"Woooooooo..."
Chen Yongxing screamed, as if he wanted to say something, but Chen Lihua was forced to pin him down on the bed and prevent him from moving.
Ren Qing felt that everything in the martial arts hall was weird, but he didn't notice the monks in the half-corpse state, so self-protection was not a big problem.
And if it's chaotic, it's easier for him to get the nerves and feet.
Ren Qing walked out of the house and was immediately taken to the martial arts hall by the previous martial arts disciple, which was specially used to practice handles.
Inside were all registered disciples who paid money to practice martial arts, six of them in total.
Everyone's exposed skin was slightly bruised, and everyone was sitting cross-legged on the futon.
The person who taught them was a handsome young man. After seeing Ren Qing come in, he asked about the situation of the martial arts disciples.
Ren Qing found two martial arts disciples standing in the shadows in the corner, as if they were monitoring every move in the martial arts hall.
"Jin Bin, what do you call me, junior brother?"
"Ren Qing."
"Junior Brother Ren, please rest for a while. We will start teaching again later."
Jin Bing seemed very polite and even took the initiative to pour some tea for Ren Qing. It seemed that he was used to it.
Ren Qing found a futon and sat down casually. The other registered disciples looked at him warily, but none of them spoke.
In an inexplicable atmosphere, more than half an hour passed.
Someone knocked on the door outside the martial arts hall, and Chen Lihua's voice came: "Get ready, you can have dinner."
Jin Bing's expression became fearful, while the two martial arts disciples became greedy, and the registered disciples had different expressions.
Fear, cruelty, helplessness...
Ren Qing didn't know what was going on, but the development of the situation seemed to exceed expectations.
Chen Lihua continued: "Senior Brother Jinbin, choose one person to eat with us."
Kingpin trembled all over after hearing this. He couldn't help but retched a few times, and said as if he had lost his strength: "You can choose for yourselves."