deceitful cultivator

Chapter 18 The inexplicable and strange martial arts hall
Ren Qing silently took out the money bag from his bosom, there were at least dozens of taels heavy, enough for a family of three to live for several years.

Although there are many things in the yamen, and if you are unlucky, it is easy to die on duty, but the monthly salary is real.

Liu Hu took the money bag and weighed it, took some money and threw it to Ren Qing, then nodded with a flat face: "That's enough, get the knife in seven days."

Ren Qing turned and left, but was stopped by Liu Hu just as he opened the door of the blacksmith shop.

"What's the hurry?"

"Your so-called Da Miao knife, I have never seen anyone use it in Sanxiang City, so how do you practice the knife on weekdays?"

Ren Qing frowned, does the knife still need to be practiced?
Seeing this, Liu Hu sighed, "Wait for me a little longer."

He walked into the yard outside the blacksmith shop, and returned to the house after a while holding a thick tree trunk.

"This kind of weapon must be adapted to the body as soon as possible, otherwise it is easy to hurt yourself when practicing with a real knife."

"I……"

Just as Ren Qing wanted to explain, Liu Hu took an ax and split open the tree trunk, and then cut out a vague shape of a sword.

He closed his mouth wisely, waiting for the wooden one to gradually take shape.

After more than half an hour, the wooden knife in Liu Hu's hand was lifelike. He swung it briefly, but almost hit Ren Qing.

"This is iron wood, it can be used as a weapon in a short time, but your big seedling knife is indeed not fabricated, but it is difficult to use it flexibly."

"Brother Liu, let me try."

Ren Qing took the wooden knife, his squinted eyes and double pupils rolled.

He slashed fiercely, and retracted instantly.

I saw that the candle on the wooden table not far away was extinguished by the wind of the knife, but the paper beside it did not move at all.

Liu Hu was dumbfounded, saying that his saber skills were not considered superb, but there was a... how should I put it, a natural taste.

He watched Ren Qing leave the blacksmith shop, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help laughing.

Before, I felt that Ren Qing underestimated him, but why not.

The sound of iron strikes sounded again, and smoke slowly drifted out from the cracks in the doors and windows.

Ren Qing walked onto the street, the appearance of the wooden miao knife attracted the attention of passers-by.

He walked in the direction of Chen's Baji legs in the martial arts hall, turned east and west through several alleys and arrived at his destination.

The martial arts hall is located in a small area, even too remote.

According to Ren Qing's investigation, there are no more than a dozen disciples in the martial arts gym, and they are all orphans raised by Chen Yongxing, who also has a daughter named Chen Lihua.

Strange to say, the martial arts school rarely recruited disciples from outside, mainly beggars and orphans.

Obviously a subsidiary force of the Blood Dog Gang.

It wasn't until a few days ago that the martial arts hall began to recruit one after another, but the owner of the martial arts hall, Chen Yongxing, suddenly suffered a serious illness, which led to the deserted business of the martial arts hall.

Ren Qing went straight into the yard, and there were more than a dozen people practicing kicking on the open space, kicking the wooden stakes constantly.

Everyone looked at Ren Qing indifferently, and their movements could not help but slow down.

Ren Qing was wearing ordinary cotton and linen clothes. It was obvious that he was here to practice martial arts. As long as he mastered the Shenzujing, he would run away immediately.

He glanced over from the corner of his eye, but there was no trace of a monk in the courtyard.

Just as Ren Qing wanted to ask, he suddenly noticed that the body proportions of those martial arts disciples practicing legwork were very strange.

The legs of martial arts disciples are extremely thick, covered with strong muscles, and without exception, they account for more than [-]% of their bodies.

It might be a coincidence if a similar situation happened to a single person, but since it happened to a group of people, why does it feel a bit wrong.

The older martial arts disciple stepped forward and asked, "Are you... to apprentice?"

Ren Qing clasped his fists and replied: "I heard that Master Chen's kung fu is good, so I plan to learn from him for a while."

"Okay, just follow me."

The martial arts disciple nodded slightly, and he led Ren Qing into the house.

The more Ren Qing watched the opponent's movements when walking, the more he felt twisted, so he deliberately touched with his body, but the information did not show the spell.

The legs seem to have been alienated, but it doesn't look like they are practicing magic.

Ren Qing came to a certain room with doubts, and the martial arts disciple opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

He stepped into it, smelling a faint smell of herbs at the tip of his nose.

The decoration inside the house is simple, and the frail man lying on the bed is Chen Yongxing.

His breath was a little unstable, as if he would die at any moment.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman served Chen Yongxing to drink the herbal medicine, but the latter wanted to push it away with his arms, but his strength was slightly insufficient.

After the woman finished feeding all the herbs, she said in a soft voice: "I am Chen Lihua, the daughter of Chen Yongxing. Because my father is ill, I have to come forward."

"Can curator Chen speak?"

"I'm sorry, my father can't take care of himself now. If he still wants to learn Baji Kick, he has to teach it to me by my senior brother."

"That's all right."

Ren Qing was extremely plain on the surface, but his heart was full of indescribable weirdness.

He had met Chen Yongxing a few days ago, and there was nothing wrong with him, and his lifespan was still seven or eight years old.

And as a martial artist, it is impossible for minor injuries and illnesses to have such an impact.

Chen Lihua looked at Ren Qing, and after a while said with satisfaction: "Three taels of silver per month, one class every three days, but you are not allowed to leave the martial arts hall if you have nothing to do."

Ren Qing agreed, anyway, it won't take long if everything goes well.

"Woooooooo..."

Chen Yongxing cried out, as if he wanted to say something, but was forced to be pressed by Chen Lihua on the bed and could not move.

Ren Qing felt that there was something weird everywhere in the martial arts hall, but he didn't notice that the monks in the half-corpse state had no problem with self-protection.

And if it is more chaotic, it will be easier for him to obtain the divine foot.

Ren Qing walked out of the house, and was immediately taken by the former martial arts disciple to the martial arts hall specially used for practicing hand styles.

There are all named disciples who paid money to practice martial arts, there are six people in total.

All of them were slightly bruised on their bare skin, sitting cross-legged on futons.

The one who taught them was a handsome young man. After seeing Ren Qing coming in, he asked the martial arts disciples about the situation.

Ren Qing found two martial arts disciples standing in the shadows in the corner, as if monitoring every move of the martial arts hall.

"Under the Jin Bin, what's the name of the younger brother?"

"Ren Qing."

"Junior Brother Ren, rest for a while, and we will start teaching later."

Jin Bin seemed very polite, and even took the initiative to pour some tea for Ren Qing, which seemed to be a habit.

Ren Qing casually found a futon to sit down on, and the rest of the registered disciples looked at him vigilantly, but they didn't speak.

In the inexplicable atmosphere, more than half an hour passed.

Someone knocked on the door outside the martial arts hall, and Chen Lihua's voice came: "Get ready, you can have dinner."

Jin Bing's expression became terrified, the two martial arts disciples were greedy, and the registered disciples had different expressions.

Fear, cruelty, helplessness...

Ren Qing didn't know what was going on, but the development of the situation seemed to exceed expectations.

Chen Lihua continued: "Brother Jin Bing, choose one person to eat with us."

Jin Bing trembled all over after hearing this, and he couldn't help retching a few times, as if he had lost his strength, he said, "Choose yourself."

(End of this chapter)