When he said this, Qin Feng's hand holding the tea cup paused again: "The most important thing is that they had their bones and marrow sucked out by the people from the Iron Knife Society before. They set up a stall on our street, but they didn't even pay for it.
I'm sorry. What do you think I should do?"
Zhuang Wudao was dumbfounded, he didn't care about the North City Inspection Department or anything like that. Even if he offended him, it didn't matter. Yan Jun was the captain of the city inspection, and his official position was not high, but he happened to control the four city inspection departments.
However, the opinions of the several trading houses that Qin Feng mentioned should not be ignored. Any business that can do business in Yuecheng has a lot of background, and dozens of nursing homes are indispensable.
Since their Jianyi Hall depends on these people for their livelihood, they inevitably have to do dirty work for them. Not only must they ensure the safety of these people in the city, but they must also clean the streets at all times to prevent people from causing trouble and prohibit theft. Otherwise,
Why do people pay a large amount of money every month?
As for the monthly payment, this rule cannot be broken. Things in this world are not concerned with few but with inequality. If we take good care of these people, what will other people think? If others can't pay, why should we?
Pay this money? Do I also need to waive it?
But there are no workarounds.
After pondering for a moment, Zhuang Wudao's expression was uncertain: "I can pay this money on their behalf. Brother Qin, do you still remember those days? Both of us came out of a heap of beggars, and we know what it is like to have no food and clothing."
How. You have no choice but to embark on this road. You have to steal, you have to kill people, you have to extort money from your neighbors, and you have to extort money from your neighbors. But you can't completely ignore your conscience. As long as there is still some room, you can't push people to a dead end.
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Qin Feng listened quietly without showing any emotion. It wasn't until Zhuang Wudao finished speaking that he couldn't help but laugh: "Is it so serious as you said? Forget it, Wudao, I won't tease you anymore. Then Dongzhou
Isn't there an open space in the alley? A Feng Shui master once said that it was a dangerous land and no house could be built there. But I don't think it is too dangerous, so I thought it would be idle if the land was idle. I might as well spend some money to buy it.
Then come down and build a vegetable market. Drive all the street vendors there. This will give these people a place to live and make a living. It will also give our brothers more money to use."
Zhuang Wudao was slightly moved. He naturally knew the open space in Dongchuan Lane. It was about a hundred acres of land. The place was connected in all directions and connected to four main streets. It was surrounded by wealthy families. It was because that place was occupied by a man a hundred years ago.
A very famous Feng Shui fortune teller said that if there is a lack of wood in the Five Elements, building a house will kill your family. Therefore, the location is obviously perfect, but no one dares to buy it.
Qin Feng built a vegetable market here not just to increase income and give the street vegetable vendors a way to survive. The real purpose is to add some popularity to this Yufu Street.
When people gather, it thrives. The more people flow, the more prosperous and prosperous the street will be.
I'm afraid that Qin Feng had an idea as early as when the Qingyi Hall was destroyed. He just kept it secret from himself.
This guy said he wanted to build Jianyitang into a big gang across the city, and he was really telling the truth. Just this vegetable market can probably increase Jianyitang's monthly income by at least two to three thousand taels of silver. Then he can build it there.
Dozens of storefronts and more than a hundred stalls can be rented out for five to six thousand a month. The surrounding land prices can also be doubled. This allows Jianyi Hall to recruit more people and more martial arts practitioners. He is usually a bit undisciplined.
, but there is beauty in the chest!
Then he remembered that Qin Feng's words were clearly meant to be playful. Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart. He glared at Qin Feng fiercely and walked out of the main hall without looking back.
When Qin Feng saw this, he became even more happy. He laughed loudly and the sound shook the house. It provoked several members of the Tsing Yi Tang gang who were patrolling outside the house to look at each other in astonishment.
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Although they were on the same street before, Zhuang Wudao was very unfamiliar with the courtyard at the entrance of Qingyi Hall. He had never been here before. A few years ago, he took a look at it from a distance and was treated like a fly.
Drive away.
Fortunately, someone led the way, and in a short time we arrived at a main room in the small courtyard on the east side. When we arrived here, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but feel slightly moved.
The floor is paved with marble, all mahogany furniture, the pillars are inlaid with gold, and there are dragons and phoenixes carved on them. The decoration in this room is no worse than those in the homes of wealthy people. Compared with the places where he lived before,
It can't even be called a doghouse.
What pleased him the most was that a wing on the left had been renovated. After being enlarged, a magic circle was set up and turned into a spiritual chamber. The spiritual power was rich, and it was even more powerful than the one he used in the academy.
Not much different. It is said that the courtyard where Shi Bao lived before was directly assigned to him by Qin Feng.
Zhuang Wudao was so happy to see Xun Xin, and with the many things that happened all day today, it was really hard to sleep peacefully. So he just started boxing in this quiet room.
After taking a marrow nourishing pill, he started with a set of Fuhu Fist as usual. After using it, Zhuang Wudao felt the effects of nourishing the marrow and refining the bones, but he felt that all the bones in his body were aching.
For some unknown reason, Zhuang Wudao could only secretly speculate, could this be a hidden danger after quickly becoming the Bull Demon Yuan Hegemon Body?
But this morning, when he woke up from his deep sleep, he obviously didn't. He tried to ask the sword spirit again, but for some reason, 'Yun'er' didn't respond at all.
He could not take the initiative to contact the sword spirit of the Qingyun Sword, but Luo Qingyun could talk to him as long as he was willing.
With no choice, Zhuang Wudao performed another set of Fuhu Fist. His whole body felt even more uncomfortable despite his bones. He didn't dare to practice any more, so he had to sit cross-legged and adjust his breath according to the mental method of "Yunjian Jue".
Strange to say, he practiced this mental technique a few days ago, and when he breathed, his whole body's meridians were aching. But now he didn't feel any discomfort at all, but felt comfortable all over. That Niu Demon Yuan Hegemon Body, it seemed
It really strengthened his physical meridians a lot.
Without any scruples anymore, Zhuang Wudao gradually devoted himself wholeheartedly. He could faintly feel a vague sword growing in his chest and abdomen.
"Yunjian Jue, Yunjian? Is it true that Yun can give birth to a sword? Yun'er said that if you practice Yunjian Jue to a great extent, you can not only create forty-nine pseudo-spiritual apertures, but you can also cultivate it into a sword.
It’s a superb natal mystical skill. I don’t know if it’s true or not?”
"No matter what, I will be satisfied if I can cultivate a pseudo-spiritual aperture before entering the Qi-training realm like Beitang Wan'er did."
Zhuang Wudao was really envious of the pseudo-occult technique of 'Hundred Splits and Thousand Blades' performed by Beitang Wan'er on the ferry.
Beitang Wan'er would lose in his hands, not because this style of Hundred Splitting Thousand Blades was not powerful enough, but because she was injured and she happened to meet 'Yun'er', a master of martial arts, so she lost.
To practice the Yunjian Jue, you need to forget both things and yourself, but Zhuang Wudao started from external skills. For the time being, he can't achieve a mind without distracting thoughts and a mind as pure as water.
While thinking wildly, he adjusted his breath according to the mental method of "Yunjian Jue", but gradually his consciousness became blurred and he fell into a deep sleep.
However, he saw himself appearing again in the dreamland surrounded by colorful mist. The girl with an indescribably beautiful face was still standing in the air, floating in front of him.
"Sword Master, you are here!"
Yun'er curtsied and said expressionlessly: "Yun'er has just exhausted his spiritual energy and cannot respond to the sword master's call. Please don't blame the sword master."
"Psychic power?" Zhuang Wudao raised his eyebrows. He was already curious when he fought with Zhuang.
"Yes, spiritual energy. It is formed by gathering spirits and is the source of magic."
Yun'er nodded, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice: "The Qingyun Sword is too damaged, and the spiritual energy gathered every day is limited, plus a lot of Yuanling was consumed before. After today, Yun'er needs to train for three more days before he can
I can help the sword master."
"In other words, the time you can control my body on my behalf is actually limited?"
When he said this, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but feel relaxed.
Yun'er seemed completely unaware of Zhuang Wudao's intentions: "It used to last up to an hour, but now it consumes some energy and can only last for a moment. And the stronger the sword master becomes in the future, the shorter the time will be. Unless
Find enough Yuanling or treasures from heaven and earth to help me recover."
Zhuang Wudao was silent for a while, and then changed the subject: "My bones all over my body just hurt, do you know what's going on?
"The sword master's accomplishments in the Dragon Subduing Tiger Fist are actually not yet at the level of the first heaven."
Yun'er's voice was still calm as he explained: "The reason why I was able to use the Dragon-Tiger Fusion to be strong enough is because after the first level of the Bull Demon Yuan Hegemon's body, the strength increased greatly and the muscles and bones were strengthened. So the bones were injured in the end."
"Is this so? No wonder——"
Zhuang Wudao thought carefully and thought that this was really the case. When he first used the dragon-tiger fist technique, he felt something was wrong, but in the end he still used it forcefully with the body's suddenly increased strength.
I just don’t know if there will be any hidden dangers in the future?
"Just rest for a night! The Niu Mo Yuan Hegemon's body not only makes people physically strong, but also has a physique comparable to that of the ancient rhinoceros. The ability to recover from injuries is also extraordinary. It's just the Fuhu Fist. The sword master doesn't need to practice it anymore in the future.
.This set of boxing techniques can no longer help you train your body, it is useless and harmful. However, the sword master may wish to practice diligently and undefeated the thirty-six boxing frames in Niu Mo Yuan Ba's body. This can directly point to the method of the golden elixir realm. Practice it to
It’s okay to be in the Yuanshen realm!”
Zhuang Wudao knew that the martial arts in this world can be divided into low-level, fourth-level, second-level, first-rate, and unique skills. However, according to Yun'er, this is not the case in the world of cultivation, but it is also divided into nine levels like mystical arts.
There are eleven levels such as the fourth level of extreme excellence, the third level of extraordinary, the second level of holy spirit, the first level of covering the sky, etc. At the beginning, the difference is not big, but it will gradually become apparent in the future.
In addition to this, there are also differences in the level of practice. For example, his Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger Fist is a fifth-grade external skill, but it can only be practiced to the third level of heaven, to the golden elixir realm. The following mental formulas are not available
Already.
Therefore, this set of boxing techniques is far inferior to those of the sixth level, but it can be practiced to the fifth level of heaven, and it is very valuable for practicing the virtual realm.
As for this Niu Mo Yuan Hegemon Body, I don’t know whether the Lichen Sect expected that few people in this world can master it, or whether it is the key to the skill and it is inseparable. According to the content described in the library of the academy, he can practice it step by step.
Late Jindan period.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"But what should we do after the Yuanshen realm?"
Within the Lichen Sect, there must be a follow-up. But what should we do if we can only practice to the Yuanshen realm?
According to Yun'er, each set of cultivation techniques has several levels, and almost every level can produce a kind of natal mysticism.
In the past, his biggest wish was to cultivate to the Yuanshen realm. If not, he could also reach the Golden Core realm. He would not worry about such a thing at all. But now he became a little worried.
"As far as I know, the Lichen Sect existed as early as seven calamities ago. At that time, it was a small sect with no more than forty people. Eventually, it gradually grew. Five calamities ago, it could no longer be ignored. But I think you
The Lichen Sect in the first realm is not the real Lichen Sect, but should be just a lower courtyard of the Lichen Sect. The Lichen Sect has been inherited for seven eons. Although it is not a powerful sect, the practice books treasured in the sect are by no means
You can imagine."
Zhuang Wudao's sword eyebrows jumped, lower court? This world? Are there other worlds outside of the Tianyi Kingdom? Is it really like those fairy tales, is there really a fairy world outside the world?
However, as far as he knew, all the famous monks in the past ten thousand years have been sitting down. Sitting down, to put it nicely, is nothing more than dying at the end of their lives.