In a blink of an eye, Zhang Wu had been practicing martial arts for three days, and he was so full of vigor that he had a punch.
To put it bluntly, the twelve styles of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art are guiding techniques.
Through the movements, the qi and internal force are guided, the body is constantly tempered, and the limbs and meridian membrane are strengthened.
After repeated hard practice day and night, you can achieve a small success in five years and twelve years.
According to Hutulong, twelve years of success is the fastest record, and only a genius with extremely evil talents and roots can practice so quickly.
Those with ordinary stature will not be able to achieve a small success even if they practice for a hundred years, even if they practice from childhood to death.
"Then how many years have you practiced?"
"I entered Shaolin at the age of nine and practiced this skill at the age of eighteen. Now I am thirty-nine."
Hutulong's eyes were blurred, as if he was recalling the glorious years of his life. In the end, he could only shake his head and sigh:
"I have given martial arts in my life, and the only ones worth remembering are those pretty ladies. I don't know if they have left me with blood."
“??????”
Zhang Wu said speechlessly:
"It seems that the file says that you raped and plundered, and did everything evil and did not wrongly accuse you."
"You are still young and haven't even touched women, so you naturally don't understand the beauty of love between men and women."
Hutulong glanced at the young man and said:
"What do you think I'm waiting to practice this magical skill? Isn't it just that I want to use my fists to break the secular etiquette and do whatever I want?"
"Ordinary people want to sleep with their daughters, they must be handsome, talented, and have innocent family backgrounds. Then they can hire three media and six jobs, and spend a lot of money to get a beautiful woman."
Hutulong said disdainfully:
"And we have the force of our arms, and we just want anyone to go to bed. If we want money, we will rob the rich and help the poor. If we use our swords to the world and avenge our enemies, we will not be in vain."
"...In the end, I'll ask for a killing after the autumn?"
Zhang Wu's words made Hutulong speechless and had to mutter:
"Anyway, it's much more enjoyable than ordinary people. I would rather live a life of leisure, and I'd be better off living in the fields for the rest of my life, looking into the distance all day long, and I haven't even left the county town. When the official comes to collect rent, I have to try my best to please me, shake my tail and beg for mercy, and beg for mercy in the circle.
What's the difference between pigs and dogs?"
"You can see through it thoroughly." Zhang Wu praised.
“That’s natural.”
Hutulong picked up the wine pot and drank it, shouting from the bottom of his heart:
"Cool!"
Zhang Wu asked in confusion:
"Mr. Hutu, you have such high force, making money should be easy, so why should you rob it?"
"Who tells you that it is easy to make money if you have high force?"
This time it was Hutulong's turn to say speechlessly:
"Do you think people in the martial arts world are all high and you can give ten taels of silver when you drink tea. If your friends are in trouble, they will give you a hundred ingots of gold?"
"Isn't it?"
Hutulong became more and more speechless:
"High force can only mean that it is easier for you to rob a house. You can steal money from all sides. There is no way to make money faster than this."
"Then won't you find a regular businessman?"
"What kind of business is to be a thug for the powerful? Or do you rely on your strength to be a coolie?"
“…”
Zhang Wu was speechless, it was indeed inappropriate for top-notch experts to do these things.
"Where did the other person's money come from?"
"Are you talking about those heroes who are generous in the world?"
Hutulong suddenly burst into laughter, his voice full of sarcasm:
"The heroes you mentioned either start a sect, enclose land and collect protection fees, and exploit the people like the court, or they are open-minded and secretly do business of black and black. If they fail, they will be son-in-law to the rich business and murder their father-in-law.
If you invade your family property, you can only cover a piece of human skin on your left and right, but you will actually act like a jackal."
"Then are there no real heroes?"
Zhang Wu asked unwillingly.
“Of course there is.”
Hutulong nodded and said:
"But they all work as waiters in restaurants, work as hard laborers at wealthy families, and are flirting on the streets, which is inconsistent with you when you talk about it."
“…”
The child's heart is dead.
I thought it would be easy to make money from time to time, but I was taken to see the prisoner by Ma Liu, and I was beaten up in my mind.
Now that I think that the force is high, it will be easy to make money, but Hutulong is exposed to his dream.
Whether you are in the world or get rich through business, your ultimate goal is to spend money, live a stable life, and have a guaranteed life.
Now I am directly at the end of my life.
In the capital, I have a house and a staffing system, no parents and elders to drag down, and no pressure on my workplace performance, and I can still get two or three hundred taels of silver every year. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
"Be your jailer. If I have the job of you, I will practice martial arts."
A hint of envy flashed in Hutulong's eyes. In the end, it was the same as other prisoners' thoughts. I was holding a golden rice bowl and practicing martial arts.
Then he closed his face:
"I have taught you everything I need to teach you. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Get the antidote from Ruanjin San, or report it to go out of the city to kill the enemy.
Zhang Wu said:
"The prison is closed. No one knows what the outside world is like. I will go and touch it first and I will give you a reply tonight."
"Can."
Hutulong nodded.
Zhang Wu left the cell all the way and walked out of the prison. The bright sunshine made people feel like they saw the light again.
There is a watchtower on the top of the Tianzhuo, which is higher than the palace wall two miles away, and can overlook the entire capital.
According to regulations, there are people on duty on the watchtower every day.
Unfortunately, the tower is not a good place. It freezes to death in winter and sunbath in summer. It is severely empty salary in the prison, and there is not enough manpower. There is a palace in the distance. A large number of imperial guards are in the prison. The prison is safe, and the watchtower is abandoned.
It's right.
When Zhang Wu climbed up between the two safety gates, he found that Ma Liu, who had not seen for three days, was actually on the tower.
"Uncle Six, what's the situation?"
"It's tragic, I won't be able to stay for a few days."
Ma Liu's voice was heavy, and he shook his head and sighed.
Zhang Wu looked into the distance and couldn't help but take a breath.
The barbarians got the catapult carts from somewhere, and huge fireballs flew around in the sky, smashing the buildings in the city into a mess.
Many people were engaged in the battle and brought blood-covered wounded imperial guards to the rear to help rescue and bandage.
Panic, crying, explosions, the whole capital was in chaos.
However, most of the people on the street are old, weak, women and children, and young and strong people are helping to transport supplies under the city walls.
The cruelty of the war made Zhang Wu suffer a severe impact and asked in panic:
"Uncle Six, what should we do?"
"It is impossible for us to come on the field to kill the enemy, but we can't watch the capital fall."
Ma Liu said calmly:
"Besides, even if we don't take the initiative to push out the prisoners, those civil servants will think of letting the death row prisoners form a suicide squad, and an imperial edict will come tomorrow."
"Brother Wu, do you want to be a prisoner?"
Ma Liu suddenly turned his head and asked.
"ah?"
Zhang Wu was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"Uncle Six, don't joke, how can I be qualified for this?"
"If you want to do it, go to the palace and propose a strategy to let the prisoners in prison leave the city to kill the enemy. As long as the capital does not fall, it is natural to be promoted to the third level."
"Uncle Six, I'm only fifteen years old. Isn't it a joke to be a prisoner? Let others go."
Zhang Wu hurriedly refused.
The Sizhu, who manages the Tianzhu, is a ninth-rank official who embarked on the career of officialdom.
If you cannot live forever, Zhang Wu may choose to climb up and see a different scenery.
Now he just wants to stay in prison and hold his own job tightly.
Didn’t you see such a good opportunity? Didn’t Ma Liu go there himself?
The dangers, intrigues, and adversity in the officialdom are far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Zhang Wu didn't think that a small person like him would be much more skillful than the ancients' methods.
Once you enter the officialdom, you will be eaten without any residue.
If you want to be an official, you have to wait a thousand years later.
When you are invincible in the world, even if you are surrounded by a million troops, you can kill people and overthrow the court with one person's strength. Then it will not be too late for you to become an official again.
"You kid really knows what's right."
Ma Liu smiled and sighed:
"You Uncle Jun has been active for many years and want to climb up, so let him go."
Liu Zhengjun spent ten years to go from being a chef to a chef, and he stuffed money to Si Zhuo a lot.
But he still does not belong to the iron job, and at most he is a contract worker and a career position.
Of course, it is also very simple if he wants to be a prison guard.
But he has never taken this step.
Becoming a prisoner will become a lowly family. The three generations of ancestors and grandchildren will not be able to obtain fame and honor, and they will not be admitted to the officialdom.
When Zhang Wu went to report, the court had to remove his humble origins from the court before he could be promoted.
If someone makes a fuss about this on the way, 80% will waste this opportunity.
But Liu Zhengjun went to report that he was a good citizen and was familiar with prison affairs, so it was a foregone conclusion that the prison guards were in charge.
"Brother Wu, go and notify everyone and clear the prison overnight."