Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 164 Wushu Man
"Zhu Shijun, disciple Zhao Lin nodded. It has been several months since we parted, and I miss you very much..."

Zhao Lin spread out the rice paper, dipped the pen into the ink, and began to write a letter to his master Zhu Huaishan.

This world is in the same line as the previous Chinese civilization, and it also pays attention to respecting teachers.

Zhu Huaishan is his guide in martial arts and takes good care of him in every aspect.

Seeing that Master's birthday was approaching, I wrote a letter to express my heart.

Zhao Lin's handwriting is not good-looking, but to write a letter to the master, it is not easy to find someone to write it for him.

Write down your experience during the time at the Dancing Elephant Academy and the progress of your martial arts practice in the letter.

After finishing writing, I dried the ink, put it in an envelope and sealed it with wax paint, put it in my arms, and went out to walk down the mountain.

Zhao Lin didn't go down the mountain for a few days, so he planned to go to the city to visit his parents and send this letter by the way.

Before sending the letter, you need to buy some medicinal materials as a birthday gift.

Stone archway, Xuanwu medicine hall.

Zhao Lin walked into the hall, and a waiter in green shirt stepped forward and said, "Guest officer, what do you plan to buy?"

Zhao Lin looked around casually, and asked, "Do you have any medicine here to maintain your cultivation?"

When a warrior in the blood realm reaches the age of seventy, his qi and blood will drop severely, his cultivation base will experience an irreversible decline, and finally fall to the qi realm.

It is very difficult to maintain the realm only by practicing, and only taking medicinal materials that replenish qi and blood can slow down this process.

Martial arts is expensive, not only when you are young, you need to spend a lot of money to get up, but when you are old, you also need to spend a lot of money if you want to maintain a decent face

So as long as you start practicing martial arts, you will embark on the road of giving money to pharmacies.

The waiter understood as soon as he heard it, and asked: "Is the guest officer going to send the elder off? I wonder how old is your elder? How is your cultivation?"

"It's almost eighty, blood realm."

Zhao Lin said concisely.

Zhu Huaishan never mentioned his age, but Zhao Lin can roughly figure it out based on the few words he said.

"Okay, guest officer, please follow me."

The waiter brought Zhao Lin to the right side of the hall, pointed to the shelf and said, "Bai Sui Dan and Qian Jin Wu Bu San are the most suitable medicines for this age, and they are also the best-selling medicines in our store."

Zhao Lin had done his homework before coming here and knew the two prescriptions, so he asked, "What's the price?"

The waiter said without hesitation: "The hundred-year-old pills are sold in boxes. A box of thirty pills lasts for a month. It costs 30 taels of silver."

"Qianjin Wubu San is a set for three days, worth two taels."

so expensive...

Zhao Lin slandered in his heart that the combination of the two medicines would cost 50 taels a month.

"I'm a disciple of Xingyun Sect, do you have a discount?"

The waiter nodded and said, "Yes, Xingyun Sect disciples get 500% off for medicines purchased for more than one hundred taels, and [-]% off for more than [-] taels."

"Can it be cheaper?"

"I'm really sorry, it's already the lowest price, and people outside the sect don't have any discounts on medicine."

Zhao Lin thought for a while and said, "Then buy three months' worth!"

I originally wanted to buy half a year, but because it was the first time to mail items, I was worried about accidents, so I bought less.

"Okay, please show me the Jade Card of the Zongmen."

Zhao Lin handed over the jade card, and the waiter raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the flying elephant on the jade card, and hurriedly called the waiter to fetch the medicine.

Half an hour later, Zhao Lin came to the post office in the north of the city.

The post office is located two miles outside the city. It is a small house, but the yard is quite spacious, and it is full of various letters and articles.

The Dai Viet Dynasty had a vast land. In order to strengthen the connection between different places, basically every city had a post post, and fast horses shuttled back and forth every day.

The post office only sends letters and small parcels. If it is valuables or large-scale goods, you can only find escorts to escort them.

There were not many people in the post post, only seven or eight people were waiting in line, and there were two clerks sitting behind the desk, and there was a steward beside him pointing fingers.

"What's in your bag? It's so heavy! It can't be mailed, so take it back!"

"Master in charge, please help me to accommodate, if not, I will take out half of it."

"Half of it won't work, don't talk to me..."

As soon as Zhao Lin walked into the yard, he saw the steward yelling at the people who came to send things, and couldn't help frowning.

The steward is in his thirties, wears a collared short gown, is of medium height, stout, with a pair of bow legs.

The facial features are very distinctive: shallow eyebrows, a big and straight nose, narrow and long eyes, and the hair above the forehead is shaved and shiny.

This look and dress reminded Zhao Lin of the nomads in his previous life.

"These Wushu people are really nothing!"

The old man standing in front of Zhao Lin muttered in a very low voice, showing dissatisfaction in his tone.

Wushu people?

Hearing these three words, Zhao Lin's heart moved.

The main ethnic group of the Dayue Dynasty was called the Central Plains people, and the Wushu people were a powerful tribe in the north of Dayue. They lived as nomads. The word Shu in them was pronounced as "bamboo" and had a long history.

Zhao Lin learned from the history books he had read that a long time ago, the peoples of the Central Plains and nomadic tribes often fought. However, the strange thing is that for nearly a thousand years, there have been basically no major wars between the two sides.

"It's strange, the two sides fought back and forth for thousands of years in the previous life, how come they live in peace here?"

Zhao Lin felt that it didn't make sense, but the reason was not written in the book, and he couldn't explain it clearly even after asking other people.

This question has been lingering in my heart all the time. Today, seeing Wu Shuren with his own eyes, Zhao Lin thought of this question again.

"Old man, you just said that the steward is a Wushu person?"

Zhao Lin patted the old man's shoulder and asked in a low voice.

"what!"

The old man was taken aback, he didn't expect Zhao Lin to hear what he was muttering just now, and he was relieved to see that he was a young man in his twenties.

"Have you never seen Wushu people? Have you just come to Yanzhou?"

"Xiaosheng is indeed not long since he came to Yanzhou, and it's the first time we've seen each other."

The old man sneaked a glance ahead, and said in a low voice: "Seeing that you are also from the Central Plains, I will tell you what to do."

"When I was young, the post offices in Yongning City were all run by people from the Central Plains. The charges were not expensive and the attitude was good. Since about 20 years ago, for some reason, they were all replaced by Wushu people."

"These people do things unreasonably, and it's expensive to charge money. Hmph, a barbarian is a barbarian!"

"In the past few years, even many car dealers and chambers of commerce in the city belong to them."

The old man seemed quite dissatisfied with this matter, and kept pouring out his bitterness.

Zhao Lin pretended to be surprised and said: "There is still this matter, it's the first time I heard about it, so no one cares about it?"

The old man curled his lips, "The imperial court doesn't care, even Yongning City is under the eyes of Xingyunzong, really..."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly noticed Zhao Lin's attire, and immediately stopped talking.

Zhao Lin thanked him, bowed his head and fell into deep thought.

The people in front finished their work one after another, and after a while, it was Zhao Lin's turn.

Steward Wushu took a look at Zhao Lin's practice clothes, and his attitude was a little more polite, but only a little bit more polite.

Picking up the packaged medicinal materials, he weighed them, "Send a letter for two taels of silver, these things count as ten taels."

Zhao Lin raised his eyebrows and said, "So expensive?"

The manager of Wushu said carelessly: "Yingzhou is thousands of miles away from here, and people eat horses and chews for money..."

(End of this chapter)