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Chapter 4 Ninth Rank of Martial Arts

Chapter 4 Ninth Grade Martial Arts

Author: Fobudu

Chapter 4 Ninth Grade Martial Arts

"The wooden mannequin is built, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Sanqiao laughed and carefully checked each wooden dummy. After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded and said: "You can go and deliver the goods."

Immediately, he ordered a few guys to pull four flatbed trucks and load the twenty wooden mannequins onto the trucks.

"Master, let me follow you to deliver the goods." Wei An found Zhang Sanqiao and volunteered.

"Okay! Delivery is also a craft. It is not that easy to ensure that the goods are safe, not damaged, and have no problems along the way." Zhang Sanqiao immediately agreed.

So, Wei An set off with the car.

Four flat trucks were traveling on the dirt road in Dafeng Town.

This kind of dirt road, which is made entirely by foot, is full of potholes, water stagnant and muddy in many places. It is difficult to walk, let alone a four-wheel flatbed truck. If you are not careful, you will get stuck.

Most of the houses on both sides of the road have gray tiles and stone walls, and there are many thatched houses and wooden houses.

Wei An walked on the dirt road and looked at the buildings around him, feeling like he had returned to the old Chinese era.

About half an hour later, Wan Yunhe arrived at his home.

I saw two majestic stone lions placed in front of his house. Inside the spacious gate was a screen wall with a painting of a purple tiger roaring at the moon. The atmosphere was solemn and very grand.

"Tsk, tsk, you are indeed a wealthy family." The several waiters and Wei An were all eye-opening.

Dong Dong, knock on the door!

Soon, a tough-looking young man ran out of the yard. After asking about the situation, he immediately turned around and ran back, where he found Wan Yunhe.

"Oh, the wooden dummy has been delivered? It's pretty fast. I thought it would take a month to make it."

Wan Yunhe was surprised and immediately walked out of the door.

"Is he Wan Yunhe?"

Wei An looked closely and found that Wan Yunhe was as young as sixty years old, with gray hair on his temples. His figure was slightly thin, but not stooped at all. He was as tall and straight as a pine, with steady and powerful steps, twinkling eyes and a majestic look between his brows.

"The door is open, bring it in."

Wan Yunhe put his hands behind his back and commanded.

"Okay." Several guys hurriedly pushed the cart into Wanfu and passed the screen wall. The courtyard behind was very open. Except for the bluestone path leading to the main room, the rest was paved with sand.

At this moment, people were shaking in the courtyard, and there were actually fifty or sixty boys and girls.

They were practicing in the yard, doing horse stances, doing splits, somersaults, and grabbing stone locks. They were dazzled.

"You place twenty wooden dummies along this wall and line them up." Wan Yunhe ordered.

The guys didn't hesitate and just did as they were told.

Wei An also went up to help, observing everyone in the yard carefully. After a while, he took an opportunity to approach Wan Yunhe and asked: "Master Wan, may I ask, how do you accept apprentices here?"

Wan Yunhe glanced at Wei An, as if he could read the young man's thoughts, and replied with a smile: "If you learn martial arts from me, you will get 100 low-grade rough stones every month. As long as you can afford the tuition, you can learn for as long as you want."

100 low grade rough stones!

Wei An was speechless. His monthly salary was only 30 yuan of low-grade rough stones.

"Then what martial arts can I learn?"

"At the beginning, I will teach you basic skills and practice the 'Hunyuan Zhuang'. This Zhuang Kung Fu is a well-known basic skill that can help beginners to strengthen their qi and blood and strengthen their bodies."

Wan Yunhe said eloquently, "Hunyuan Zhuang can be subdivided into four small realms, Beginner, Small Success, Dacheng, and Perfection. As long as you practice this skill to perfection, you will be officially promoted to a ninth-level warrior."

After a pause, he asked: "Do you know what a ninth-grade warrior is?"

Wei An shook his head.

Wan Yunhe chuckled and said: "A ninth-level warrior not only has strong muscles and bones, but can also condense the whole body's strength into one. The power that can be unleashed is much greater than that of an ordinary person. He can break open monuments and crack rocks with one punch and one kick!"

Wei An's eyes were full of fire, and he couldn't help but ask: "What about the eighth-level warrior?"

Wan Yunhe was in a good mood and twisted his beard and said: "The eighth-level warrior can lift a cauldron; the seventh-level warrior can hold iron into juice! As for the sixth-level warrior..."

Speaking of this, a look of longing appeared in Wan Yunhe's eyes, and he sighed: "The sixth-grade warrior is completely reborn. Not only is he powerful, but he also has copper skin and iron bones, which are invulnerable to swords."

Copper skin and iron bones, are they still human beings?

Wei An couldn't help but take a deep breath, he finally knew more about warriors than just a little bit.

The strength of the warriors in this world far exceeded his imagination. They were not low martial arts, but definitely high martial arts!

Wei Anxin was calm, with a look of deep thought on his face.

Of course he wanted to learn martial arts under Wan Yunhe's sect, but since he had no money, it would definitely not work.

Fortunately, he has a simulation system for everything!

Select an item and then select a person to start the simulation.

The question is, what to choose?

According to Wei An's original idea, he wanted to choose one of the twenty wooden dummies and then hand it over to Wan Yunhe or one of his apprentices.

By doing this, the result of the simulation is probably that the person is practicing the skill of the wooden dummy.

But after arriving at Wan Yunhe's house, Wei An found in vain that he had thought things too simply.

First of all, Wan Yunhe himself has long since retired and does not practice wooden dummies every day. He may not even touch such low-level props.

Secondly, there are twenty wooden dummies and there are fifty or sixty apprentices in the yard. Which apprentice should Wei An choose to give to the wooden dummy?

How can he ensure that the apprentice he selected will definitely use the wooden dummy he selected to practice?

Seeing that the unloading was about to be completed, Wei An felt a little anxious, and his eyes quickly swept across the entire courtyard, looking back and forth.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a young man. He was a fat little man with a pink face and a longevity lock around his neck.

The little fat man was holding a book in his hand, with three words clearly written on the cover——

Hunyuan pile!

"This is a skill..."

Wei An suddenly trembled, walked quickly to the little fat man, and took out a candy ball from his arms.

Candy balls are quite rare in this world. Only children from well-off families can buy them and afford them.

This candy ball was naturally given to Wei An by Zhang Mingzhu, but he was reluctant to eat it.

Wei An shook the candy ball in his hand and said with a smile: "Kid, can you lend me the technique in your hand for a while?"

The little fat man blinked, and his attention was instantly attracted by the candy ball. He swallowed and said, "Then you must return it to me, otherwise, my father will beat me to death."

Wei An even said: "Don't worry, I will return it to you right away."

The little fat man handed over the exercise method, took away the candy ball, put it to his mouth and licked it happily.

Wei An lowered his head and looked at the exercise book.

[Item: Hunyuan Pile]

[Tag:Basic exercises]

[Level: Level 1 light white]

[Simulating this object once will consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to enable the simulation? 】

"yes!"

Wei An chose "Hunyuan Pile" without hesitation, and then he returned the technique to the little fat man.

[You gave the Hunyuan Stake to the little fat guy Song Dahai, and the simulation officially started]





[The first year: I escaped from the control of a kidnapper and returned to the hands of my master Song Dahai. I was so happy. Song Dahai was a naughty boy who liked everything, especially playing, but he didn’t really like practicing martial arts.

However, he has a strict father, Song Qingsong, who forces him to learn martial arts every day, and he has to learn it.】

[The third year: After two years of training, Song Dahai finally mastered the basic skills and practiced the Hunyuan Zhuang in a decent manner.]

(End of chapter)


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