"Junior brother, how is your teaching from Senior Brother Huangfu?"
In morning class.
Hu Fei is like a sleeping arhat, swaying and wishing he could fall asleep holding the wooden man in his arms.
Morning class is over.
This guy woke up immediately, his whole face was radiant, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he looked very energetic at first sight.
"Today is the first lesson, answering questions, we haven't entered the practice phase yet."
Although he was just answering questions, Jiang Xuan gained a lot: "In the past, when I was in the desert, I only saw brave fights among swordsmen. I never saw any masters. I thought martial arts masters were nothing more than this. Only today did I understand that outsiders
Training is external training, internal training is internal training, and a true Qi realm master who practices internal training should not be insulted lightly."
Before.
Jiang Xuan has always been very confident in himself. In his opinion, no flesh and blood body can withstand 7.62, not even an elephant.
Now.
He is not sure whether 7.62 can break through the Grandmaster's body-protecting Qi. That thing can even defend against strong bows and powerful crossbows. It cannot be shot with an anti-tank sniper rifle.
"That's right."
After suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Jiang Xuan thought of one more thing: "Senior Brother Huangfu is so strong and one of the best in the martial arts room. A genius like him shouldn't be short of money, right? Is there no one else?"
Be optimistic about him and invest in him."
"This..."
Hu Fei looked around and murmured in a low voice: "Someone has already offered an olive branch to Senior Brother Huangfu, but Senior Brother Huangfu did not agree. How can I put it? Senior Brother Huangfu hates those aristocratic families and only wants to go down the mountain after entering the first-class realm.
Surrender to the army."
Speaking of joining the army.
Hu Fei explained another sentence: "After the disciples of the mountain sect have succeeded in their studies, there are usually three routes they can take. One is to stay in the mountain sect and receive deeper training from the sect. The other is to go down the mountain and join some big families and powerful forces to become a family.
Worship.
Another option is to serve the court. Some people choose to join the military, some choose to seek refuge with a certain prince or prince, and some choose to be chivalrous and righteous, becoming a magic catcher and benefiting the people. How you choose depends on you.
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Nod.
Baishou Palace is a holy land of martial arts.
The disciples who come down from the mountain with the title of accomplished academics are all elites, either first-rate or nearly first-rate.
I just don’t know what the price of going down the mountain is. The mountain gate has trained you to be a talented person, and no matter how you look at it, it will not let you go without any price.
"Jiang Xuan."
All the way back to the quiet room.
As a new disciple of Jingfang, Deacon Huang will also assign a task to Jiang Xuan: "From today on, you will be responsible for delivering meals to Elder Yue at the Tomb of the Sages."
"Yes, Deacon."
Jingfang disciples have the duty to deliver meals.
Jiang Xuan didn't have much reaction to this, but he didn't know if Elder Yue was easy to get along with: "Deacon, what is Elder Yue like as a person? Do you have any preferences or taboos?"
"In the early years, Elder Yue was a famous hero in the world, and he was responsible for countless bandits." Deacon Huang did not hide anything from him: "Later, he accidentally killed his friends and felt very guilty. He stayed alone in the tomb of the sages and never left the mountain again.
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Jiang Xuan heard this.
This is a noble and upright hero-like figure.
As for preferences and taboos.
Deacon Huang continued: "There are no taboos. If you like it, like most martial arts practitioners, Elder Yue likes to drink, and it is strong alcohol. I don't know about the others."
The technological level in Hangujie is not high.
Let’s compare it to what it was like in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and it was a world without gunpowder.
As for wine.
They are all low-alcohol wines such as rice wine, fruit wine, and rice wine. Even some sorghum wines called spirits are actually only over 30 degrees.
Jiang Xuan thought about it.
The deacon said before that if you make good friends with these elders, you can get guidance, and if you have a good relationship, you may even have the opportunity to become a disciple.
Of course.
Jiang Xuan never thought that when he first came to the mountain gate, he would be accepted by the elders. It would be enough to leave a good first impression.
"Jingfang disciple Jiang Xuan was ordered to deliver meals to Elder Yue at the Tomb of the Ancients. This is my badge."
Hold the belt.
Jiang Xuan came to the dining room to pick up the meal.
Speaking of which, disciples of the monastery eat for free in the dining room. Regular meals are large and filling, and only medicated meals require extra money.
Where are the deacons and elders?
To take it a step further, just take the medicated meal Xiaozao directly. Among them, the elder is a first-class stove, with two medicated meals and a bottle of medicated wine, and the deacon is a second-class stove, with one medicated meal and no wine.
"One bottle?"
Medicinal diet is not bad.
A dish of steamed lamb with snow lotus, a dish of stewed hazel chicken with ginseng, two ordinary stir-fries, and a cold vegetable platter, which is a total of five dishes, which is treated like an elder.
But wine doesn’t work.
It's a small white porcelain bottle that can hold only three to five taels at most, and you can only pour it into your mouth for two or three sips.
"Junior brother, the sect's supply is regulated, and it has always been like this."
Seeing that Jiang Xuan was a newcomer, the senior brother in the dining room pointed to the sign on the wall: "If you want to please the elders, you can add more to it yourself, whether you add medicinal wine or medicinal food, the price is clearly marked, you can add whatever you want.
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Jiang Xuan looked at the wall.
Yesterday, I ate ordinary food with Hu Fei, and I really didn’t go to the medicinal food section.
Take a look today.
Good things are good things. There are more than a dozen medicinal recipes written in a crooked way. The cheapest steamed lamb with snow lotus costs 30 taels of silver a portion, and the most expensive eight-treasure tonic soup costs 100 taels.
Let’s look at medicinal wine again.
Secret rice wine medicinal wine costs ten taels per catty for ten years old, thirty taels for twenty years old, and fifty taels for thirty years old.
In addition to rice wine, there are also rice wine, fruit wine, sorghum wine, and lotus wine.
But if one thing counts, there is nothing less than ten taels of silver. No matter how you look at it, it is a wise way to make money.
"It's expensive. I don't think it's expensive either. Good things come with good prices. Otherwise, how do you think those high-level warriors spend thousands of taels of silver on a meal."
Seeing that Jiang Xuan was dumbfounded, the senior brother in the dining room snickered: "Let me tell you, taking these medicinal meals for a long time is very good for warriors to sharpen their Qi and blood. They can also practice their strength faster than others. One day can be used for three days.
This is the so-called poor culture and rich martial arts."
Jiang Xuan was curious: "Senior brother, have you eaten it?"
"Of course." The senior brother in the dining room looked proud: "I'll eat what they left."
Okay.
Cats have cat lanes, mice have rat lanes, and chickens don’t pee, so each has its own lane.
"Senior brother, how much does Elder Yue drink?" Jiang Xuan asked again.
"A little more than one catty, less than two catties."
Elder Yue also needs to eat.
Before Jiang Xuan came, there were naturally other people delivering food, so the rice cooks in charge of the medicinal food area knew exactly how much these elders ate and drank.
"That's it."
Heroes despise wealth but value righteousness.
Jiang Xuan thought about Elder Yue's character and felt that it would be difficult for such a person to be bribed with money. If he really made a big fuss and bought a lot of food and wine to send over, it would be counterproductive: "Then add a pound of 30-year-old red sorghum medicinal wine.
Chapter completed!