Dinner is expensive, but it’s expensive in its own right, and it’s very sumptuous.
There are a total of 18 dishes for four people, 13 of which are meat dishes, and the rest are vegetables and soup.
Moreover, the portions of each dish are quite large, and the dishes are more substantial than those served by Huang An's hometown compatriots in the Northeast.
Huang An's whole body was sore, especially his legs, which were like noodles. His muscles were sore and swollen, and his chest felt as if it was split open.
Although Huang An was in physical pain, he was very happy in his heart.
The pain now is different from the pain before.
The pain of practicing martial arts means that he is one step closer to remission or even recovery.
Every time the previous pain hurt, it meant that another second of his life had passed.
"Eat!"
The chef appeared out of nowhere, waved his hand, grabbed the steamed buns and started eating them.
The master seems to be very busy. Huang An practiced martial arts for a whole day today. The master left the house in the morning and didn't come back until around four o'clock in the afternoon.
The two sisters of the Zhao family showed no sign of weakness, and looked like tomboys, just like their father, who was as arrogant as ever.
Huang An was a little uncomfortable for a while, but he was soon aroused to be greedy. Moreover, the three people at the same table were eating so savagely that Huang An's appetite was greatly increased.
Warriors eat without much scruples.
Huang An stopped when his belly was nine percent full, while the master and the two senior sisters continued.
Huang An had no choice but to leave the table first, so he had to sit on a chair and recall the fifty moves he had learned today.
What made him uncomfortable was that he had forgotten most of the thirty in the morning. However, if he had a book in his hand, Huang An should be able to pose correctly by following the illustrations in the book.
I don't know how much time passed, but Huang An had already recalled the movements of the thirty-seventh posture he learned in the afternoon.
Suddenly.
"What are your plans for the evening?"
It’s the master.
Huang An immediately came back to his senses, pondered for a moment, and replied directly:
"My disciple is too weak. I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue practicing tonight. I'm afraid that if I go too far, it won't be enough, it will damage my foundation and I won't be able to get up tomorrow. So I plan to rest when I go back."
Even a young man of Huang An's age can have such a mentality. How can he, a master of the Iron Bone Realm, worry about a mere amount of money?
If you can’t get enough by selling your treasures, why not just go grab them?
In this city, which wealthy family has clean hands?
Thinking of this, Zhao Dun suddenly realized that the problems that had been bothering him were solved.
He nodded approvingly at Huang An and said:
"Yes, you practiced well today, and your martial arts training mentality is also very good. What is the most important thing for us warriors to practice martial arts?"
The master licked his lips and looked at Huang An with a smile, feeling satisfied and willing to teach.
Huang An rolled his eyes and tentatively said:
"Silver?"
"Pfft!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two senior sisters sprayed rice, covered their mouths and started giggling.
The little money fan seemed to have remembered something interesting, suppressing a smile and shrugging his shoulders.
Zhao Yan glanced at Huang An angrily, then lowered his head and suppressed a smile.
Dad has asked so many junior brothers the same question, and Junior Brother Huang’s answer is the most outrageous.
But if you think about it carefully, Junior Brother Huang’s answer is the most correct.
Zhao Dun, who wanted to pretend to be a master, choked on Huang An's answer and almost stopped breathing.
But it was difficult to refute, so he waved his hand in disinterest and explained:
"In addition to money, the most important thing for us warriors to practice martial arts is perseverance. This is also the most important. Although you are a little older, if you practice martial arts with today's mentality and persevere, the disease will definitely be cured, and you will be able to fight with others in the future.
Just like a normal person, it’s okay to marry a wife and have children.”
Huang An stood up and solemnly thanked:
"Thank you, Master, for your teachings. In the future, my disciples will be like today and not dare to relax even a little bit."
After chatting with the Zhao father and daughter for about half an hour, mainly talking about Huang An's performance today, Zhao Dun sent Huang An back to rest.
Huang An was so tired today that he didn't even have the energy to boil water for a bath after he returned.
After struggling to boil a bucket of water and wiping the sweat from his body, Huang An threw himself on the bed and fell asleep directly.
As expected, Huang An insisted on practicing martial arts every day as he said at the dinner table, starting at six in the morning and resting at six in the afternoon, and then continued the same practice the next day.
After three days in a row, I finally learned all the 108 movements of the turtle character body-building technique from Senior Sister Zhao.
And Huang An's body gradually adapted during this process of continuous practice.
Although his body is still extremely sore after daily martial arts practice, Huang An drank a round of five-organ soup and maintained the five-organ breathing method as much as possible, making him feel like a sponge now.
It looks like he is so weak that he will fall to the ground at any time, but after squeezing, he can still squeeze out some strength and continue to exercise.
All one hundred and eight movements were learned at three o'clock in the afternoon. After learning, both Huang An and Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
The two rested for a while. Huang An regained some strength and the sweat on his forehead dissipated a lot. Then he begged his senior sister and his own city lord's mansion to buy Guiyuantang.
Although Huang An is a disciple of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School and has been included in the Martial Arts School's disciple list, the city lord's palace does not care about it, or the imperial court does not care about it.
If Huang An wants to buy Guiyuan Tang to practice martial arts, he can only ask his master or two senior sisters to accompany him.
Zhao Yan naturally agreed wholeheartedly. Junior Brother Huang is a big customer. After she received the money, she naturally had to provide good service.
Moreover, Junior Brother Huang is also her father's savior. Even if there is no money, she will take Huang An with her.
The two of them walked out of the gate of the martial arts hall one after another. After walking for less than two minutes, their faces became much more solemn and their brows were furrowed tightly.
"There have been strong thieves in the city in the past few days. Relying on their advanced martial arts skills, they robbed eleven or two families, took away tens of thousands of taels of silver, and killed seven or eight people."
This is the news that Huang An and Zhao Yan heard.
The entire Feng'an City became turbulent because of this incident.
The wealthy families were in a panic and asked for help from the City Lord's Mansion, but the Li family in the City Lord's Mansion was not having a hard time either, and they were also attacked by thieves.
More than half of the entire Li family compound in the south of the city was turned over, and the money taken away was said to be tens of thousands of taels.
Nowadays, the few defenders in Feng'an City have all been assigned to patrol the Li family in the south of the city. How can they be distributed to the wealthy families in the city?
These people were helpless and planned to seek help from two martial arts schools in the city, but that night, even the Yang Family Martial Arts School was robbed.
Come on, even the Yang Family Martial Arts School was robbed, so it’s useless to look for the martial arts disciples.
These families had no choice but to show their special abilities, dig holes to bury the money, and scatter the money to hide it. All methods were exhausted.
But the tragedies that broke out from time to time still frightened them.
However, compared with the wealthy families in the city, ordinary people are very excited.
It seems that the strong thief didn't like their three melons and two dates, and he didn't take action against them, so now he is watching the excitement.
Hatred of the rich is the mentality of ordinary people at the bottom, but now it is the rich and unkind families who are suffering. How can they not be excited now?
The whole streets and alleys were talking about this matter. Huang An and Zhao Yan didn't go out for three days, practicing martial arts every day, but they didn't even know about it.
"What should I do? Senior sister?"
Huang An was a little undecided. He was cautious and didn't want to take risks at this juncture, but he was reluctant to give up Guiyuantang.
Guiyuan Tang played a decisive role in my ability to persevere these days.
Huang An's time is precious, and Guiyuan Soup is a must-buy.
Zhao Yan frowned slightly, looked at Huang An, and then at the smiling faces of the pedestrians on the street, gritted his teeth and said with determination:
"Let's go buy it."
The two walked all the way to the City Lord's Mansion and found that there were many fewer soldiers outside the City Lord's Mansion. There were three groups of armored soldiers surrounding the courtyard where Guo Silang was.
The two looked at each other and went inside to buy Guiyuan Soup.
The two bought it and left without stopping.
After successfully returning to the martial arts hall, Huang An drank Guiyuan Decoction and then began to formally try to connect all the movements.
Zhao Yan has been teaching Huang An these days, and she has said that she has done it. She has taught everything she can, and there is nothing for her to do for the time being, so after saying hello to Huang An, she went to find her father.
The father and daughter seemed to be discussing something.
Huang An was now proficient in memorizing all the movements. He closed his eyes and recalled the sequence and details of the movements. After an unknown amount of time, Huang An finally moved.
After successfully performing five moves in a row, Huang An felt very happy and felt that he had good talent.
But in an instant, I got stuck on the seventh action.
Feeling helpless, Huang An stiffened his thighs and started again.
In this kind of hard, or painful exercise, time passed very slowly, and soon Huang An was squatting on the ground panting, panting like an ox.
He felt like his chest was about to burst.
It turns out that fiddling with the movements alone is not the most strenuous, but when the movements become coherent, Huang An simply cannot hold on for so long.
No wonder the senior sister said it would take two or three years. The coherent movements are the real secret of the turtle-shaped body-building method, and this is when it officially comes into play.
Moreover, in order to perform these movements, Huang An even stopped breathing the five internal organs.
He simply can't do two things at once now.
He planned to integrate the Five Zang Breathing Method after he became proficient in the Turtle Character Strengthening Technique.
No wonder Senior Brother Pang hasn't accomplished anything after ten years of training, Huang An sighed inwardly.
However, people just can’t stand talking about it.
Suddenly.
"Haha!"
A slightly familiar voice sounded not far away.
Huang An raised his head and looked in response.
It turned out to be Senior Brother Pang.
He crossed his arms and looked at himself gloomily.
Huang An frowned slightly, has this Pang Han taken gunpowder?
He ignored it, lowered his head and continued to breathe heavily, hoping to regain his strength quickly so he could continue practicing.
I’m so exhausted, who wants to investigate why outsiders look so bad?
Pang Han was already jealous of Huang An, but now that he saw the sick man ignoring him, he also caught a glimpse of the black jar Huang An put aside. It was the jar containing the Guiyuan soup that Pang Han coveted and could only eat once a year!
Pang Han recognized it, and he was furious because he didn't know if he was stimulated.
But the expression on his face suddenly changed, he laughed, grinned and gritted his teeth in sarcasm.
"Give up, your body is too weak, why waste your money and suffer like this?"
In order to reopen the door to martial arts, he went to beg his master every day these days, but the master still refused to let go.
Pang Han's depression deepened, and he was rejected again at this moment. He happened to see Huang An, a sick man, still practicing martial arts half-dead, and he remembered the dazzling silver he saw that day.
Why does this damn sick man have so much money, but he can't afford it and has to beg for help several times?
Even if he knelt down, the master still wouldn't let go.
Huang An twitched the corner of his mouth and choked:
"Senior Brother Pang, just take care of yourself. Don't worry about Junior Brother's affairs!"
After saying that, he ignored Pang Han.
He only told himself silently in his heart, "I was born like an ant, and my life is like a duckweed. I dare to fight against the sky with my life. How can I close my eyes and wait for death?"
This senior brother is too stingy, moody, and has the appearance of a white-eyed wolf. If you see him in the future, you should be careful.
Seeing Huang An pointing his butt at him, Pang Han was furious, but with all the juniors around him watching, he couldn't go too far, lest he make his master unhappy.
With a cold snort, Pang Han turned around and left.