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Chapter 32: The Guest Comes to the Door

In the end, the disciples of Pengliang Martial Arts School did not thank Jason personally.

It's not that I changed my mind.

But he didn't squeeze into the crowd.

Li and Zhao died on the ring. Their disciples who had invaded the house gathered around them, their faces uncertain, but the ordinary disciples all crowded into the back alley of Martial Arts Street.

"Master Mu, I want to enter the Mu-style martial arts gym!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"



One voice after another made the disciple of Peng Liang Martial Arts School freeze on the spot.

He seemed to have seen what his martial arts school looked like in its heyday.

However, instinctively, he remembered the previous scene.

'You go ahead and represent Peng Liang Martial Arts School.'

'But senior brother, I...'

'It's everyone's decision.'

'But I...'

'Are you greedy for life and afraid of death?'

'Are you in vain for your kindness to Master?'

The words echoed in my ears.

This disciple looked bitter.

That's right.

He was forced.

It's just a matter of rushing the ducks to the shelves.

The senior brothers who had been with Master for a long time collectively approved the proposal for him to fight on behalf of Pengliang Martial Arts School, and he himself was the last one to know.

He also wanted to object to this.

But it was of no use at all.

This is the decision of all senior brothers.

And him?

He was just a disciple who originally worked in a martial arts gym, but his master discovered that he had good talents and accepted him as an exceptional disciple.

In terms of qualifications, he was born a dwarf.

In terms of martial arts, he is the worst among all the brothers.

'What do I do next?'

Staring blankly at the noisy and lively scene in front of him, the disciple was at a loss as to what to do.

"Do you know what Jianghu is?"

Suddenly a low voice sounded from my ears.

The disciple immediately looked left and right.

"I asked you, do you know what Jianghu is?"

Nothing was seen, but the voice sounded again.

"have no idea."

The disciple answered honestly.

"Then what do you want to know? Do you want a gold and iron horse? Do you want a beautiful woman in your arms? Do you want gold and silver jewelry? Do you want magical secrets? These are all in the world, they are all there."

The voice spoke with a hint of bewitchment.

"In no mood."

The young disciple shook his head and said with great certainty.

Then, this young disciple seemed to have found his long-held goal.

He answered like this——

"I just want to go back to the countryside, be a farmer, have two acres of thin farmland, live in a thatched house with a mountain spring flowing, and live a life of sunrise and sunset. This is what I have always wanted!"

"Thank you for the reminder!"

"I finally know what I want to do!"

After this disciple sincerely thanked him, he turned around and walked out of the 'mountain city'.

He is going home.

The county seat is not suitable for him, he is still from the countryside.

A golden horse? A beautiful woman in your arms? Gold and silver jewelry? Secrets of magical skills?

He thought about it.

Not just once.

Especially when the master was trapped behind the wall, it reached an extreme.

However, as his master disappeared, he was pushed into the ring again.

Everything has faded.

Everything is not as good as the original possession.

'I'm sorry, Master.'

'Goodbye, Master.'

'I'm leaving.'

This disciple said silently in his heart.

Who would say this to him for no reason?

There is no one else but my master.

He must be his master.

Master has not left, he has always been in the mountain city.

Watch him walk to the ring.

Maybe a test?

Maybe something else?

He doesn't know.

Don't want to know either.

Now, he just wants to go home.

Outside the crowd, in the hidden shadows, a clean-looking young man frowned and looked at the young man's back, and finally sighed softly.

Jianghu, isn’t that what it is?

Some people are rushing forward bravely.

Someone took a calm stance.

There are victories and defeats.

The former is born.

The latter dies.

Glancing at the back alley of Wuguan Street again, he walked towards the outside of Wuguan Street. When he passed by the wonton stall named "Zhao Laosi", he couldn't help but stop.

“Too perfect becomes imperfect.”

"It's really interesting."

"Mubai?"

"I remember you."

Saying such words, the young man's pace quickened.

The rumors are wrong, the "Double Jue" is not here, but in the state capital.

He must speed up.

No one knew or noticed that at noon after the competition on Wuguan Street, two completely different young people left the "Mountain City" one after the other.

Everyone has their own life.

They are not exceptions.

Jason, same thing.

"The taste of the tented rice is really average. Except for the large portion, nothing compares to your craftsmanship in the bean buns."

Seven days passed, and Jason answered the same question to Beanbao for the thirty-third time.

After getting such an answer, Doubao breathed a sigh of relief again and walked quickly towards it.

Ever since Jason ate in the tent that day from noon to dusk, Doubao felt that his position in the owner's mind was inexplicably threatened.

She became worried about gain and loss.

She also knows that this is not good.

But she couldn't help but ask.

fortunately!

The answer every time was what she wanted.

'The owner is really gentle.'

'I asked again and again, which was completely unreasonable, but the owner was never impatient.'

'Is this the good man that mother said?'

'Just like dad.'

Thinking of this, Doubao stopped.

"Let's have beef hotpot for lunch!"

Before walking into the kitchen, after calculating the monthly expenses, Doubao said.

"good."

The corner of Jason's mouth curled up.

My cook is good at everything, but I'm not very confident.

However, the craftsmanship is really good.

Beef hotpot, like tomato and potato?

Or beef cooked in clear soup?

Or maybe a stew pot?

‘Food’ is something to look forward to.

Therefore, the process of waiting for ‘food’, no matter how difficult it is, is extremely beautiful.

Because...it's worth it.

Jason adjusted his mood and looked towards the martial arts training ground.

At this time, the martial arts training ground was slightly crowded, with 30 people boxing here. After the martial arts competition, a large number of apprentices poured into the Mu Shi martial arts gym. Doubao went through layers of screening and retained 20 of them.

.

The rest?

Rejected under various pretexts.

After all, those guys have impure motives at first glance and want to speculate.

And even among the 20 people accepted, there are inevitably people like this.

It's just that it's better disguised.

Beanbao knows.

Jason knew it too.

Doubao plans to work hard to maintain a balance while maximizing his tuition income.

Jason didn't care at all.

Anyway, you pay the money and he will teach you.

Of course, it's just an ordinary show. Regarding the secret "Tiger Power" of "Mu Style and Tiger Fist", I don't know how to teach it at all.

To put it in Doubao's words, even a disciple who enters the house needs to be tested for three years, let alone these apprentices. It is a big deal to be able to teach some stances and a few Sanshou moves.

Other martial arts schools do the same thing.

Jason did not understand this and was not involved.

The entire process was handed over to Doubao.

He only needs to know that after giving the bean bag to him, he will not only be able to ignore anything, but also be able to eat better and more.

Thinking of this, Jason walked down the steps and walked past the apprentices.

The apprentices who were already practicing diligently worked even harder.

Unlike the previous rumors about his master, they were all false.

Seeing is believing in the Wuguan Street Competition.

They saw with their own eyes that Li and Zhao were beaten up.

This was the first time they had seen such boxing skills and martial arts skills.

Although each of the original gym leaders in Wuguan Street was very strong and powerful, none of them could defeat someone like their own gym leader.

That shocking scene attracts these yearning people.

It also attracts people who want to use it as a springboard.

There is no doubt that the latter is the majority.

But this does not stop them from practicing hard.

After all, you can only learn the secrets after entering the house.

Everyone knows this.

Therefore, everyone worked hard.

The same is true for Jia Youcai.

As the special one among the 20 people, Jia Youcai was admired by Doubao. Although he was older and had many bad habits, he was still a good person.

Doubao planned to test Jia Youcai for a few more days and teach Jia Youcai some free-hand killing moves.

Jia Youcai didn't know about this.

After what he had experienced these days, he only knew that he needed to learn martial arts, otherwise, he would not even be able to stand upright at all.

Fortunately, Li Deshang was very supportive of him. Not only did he pay for his tuition, but he also allowed him to attend half-day classes and have one more day off each month. He also promised him that he would provide him with some secrets in the future.

medicine.

At his age, it would be impossible for him to become muscular in his lifetime without using secret medicine.

Not to mention others.

Jia Youcai was extremely grateful.

Naturally, I worked harder and harder, not only practicing in the martial arts gym, but also practicing at home. When I had nothing to do, I would think about how to fight against others.

As if possessed by a demon.

Even at this time, when Jason walked by, he was completely unaware and immersed in it.

But other disciples are different.

When Jason walked by, everyone wanted to use all their strength to suck milk, and then they kept humming.

Jason listened without comment and continued to walk in circles in the martial arts training ground.

And his eyes were looking in front of him.

My thoughts are flying so fast that I don’t know where they are going.

[Acquire reputation: 205/3000]

'Have the reputation levels leveled off?'

‘It only increased by 1 point from last night to this morning.’

'Sure enough, the incident of another explosion will be lightly forgotten as time goes by.'

'The memory of a goldfish is only seven seconds.'

'people?'

'Seven days.'

Jason couldn't help but think of some of the remarks made by his hometown, and he didn't have any objections.

Traces of things exist.

But people's memories of food can change.

Even, it can be misled.

Even if there is a real result in the end, some people don't want to believe it.

People always want to believe what they believe.

Or rather...

Only by leaving a false truth can one have hope of living.

But, is such false hope really hope?

Jason himself didn't know.

All he knew was that his plan to 'bounty himself' had failed.

Except for the mysterious killer who pretended to be 'Zhao Laosi' that day, he has not encountered any killer or assassin these days.

'Sure enough, because of the matter of 'Zhao Laosi', those killers and assassins were scared away!'

Zhao Laosi's body was found in the hut deep in the alley rented by the other party.

It was like bleeding. There was no blood in the body, not to mention the heart.

In addition, the corpse of the killer disguised as 'Zhao Laosi' suddenly decomposed.

The whole thing immediately became weird.

And he was still involved.

Regardless of his identity as the masked man or Mubai, he appeared in this incident.

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

Such strange things were naturally known to those people with special professions who were hidden in the darkness in the "Mountain City".

No one is more cautious than these traditional professionals.

Moreover, these special traditional professionals all retain the ancient tradition: preserving life first.

No matter how high the bonus is, it is only as good as the flower of destiny.

Not to mention there is no real commitment.

Why bother yourself?

Therefore, these people chose to give up.

'well.'

Jason sighed inwardly.

However, it was just a sigh.

It was a pity that he could not eat more.

As for more ideas?

That doesn't exist.

After all, Li Deshang has already written a letter to the "Li Family of Beidu" to find one or two real secret medicines, and also sent people to the state capital to find more "Peiyuan Pills".

In the former case, Jason had no hope.

the latter?

Jason was looking forward to it.

But on his own, he was able to find 15 pills of 'Peiyuan Pill' and 30 pills of 'Little Peiyuan Pill' in the secret market of 'Mountain City'.

If Li Deshang comes forward, there will naturally be more.

'It is estimated that my satiety level will increase significantly.'

'If there are enough, you can consider upgrading [Dragon. War Pattern. Purus. Gryphon. Shadow Forging Technique].'

‘I don’t know how far the extraordinary level of [Dragon, War Pattern, Purus, Gryphon, Shadow Body Forging Technique] will reach.’

Jason thought so and looked towards the door of the martial arts gym.

The door of the martial arts hall will be closed when the apprentices are practicing boxing, but after they have finished practicing boxing, they will open it when they are making gestures in the corner and setting up a fight. At this time, as the boxing practice is completed, the door has been opened.

Jason could easily see outside the door.

An old man wearing a blue silk robe with slightly white hair was walking from one end of Wuguan Street with an entourage.

The destination of the group of two people was very clear, which was the Mu Shi Martial Arts School.

Under Jason's gaze, the two walked straight over.

The old man in the lead was very polite.

Although the door of the martial arts hall was open, he still stopped outside the door, motioned for his followers to come forward, and knocked on the open door.

Bang, bang.

The attendant lightly clicked the copper plate on the door of the martial arts hall, then bowed to Jason and stepped aside.

The old man stepped forward and opened his mouth.

"Excuse me, is it Master Mu's face?"

"Yes, please?"

Faced with the old man's etiquette, Jason responded immediately. After imitating the people in the current copy world, he handed over his hand and asked.

"I am the owner of Hongxiangfang, and I have met the owner of Mu Pavilion."

"A small courtesy is not respectful."

As he spoke, the old man took out a small palm-sized box from his arms and handed it to Jason with a smile.

(End of chapter)


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