Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Chapter 8 Don’t talk!

Renxin Pharmacy.

The grey curtain was opened, and Ning Yan stepped out from inside, still with a look of joy on his face.

He came here today specifically to sell medicinal herbs picked from the mountains.

He thought that several medicinal herbs, including the purple cloud grass, could only be sold for six or seven hundred coins at most.

Unexpectedly, one of the osmanthus fragrans turned out to be a rare red-stemmed one, and was sold for 1,200 wen, which directly made up for the gap in his martial arts training expenses and even left him some money left.

"In this way, I don't have to sell the short knife I picked up in the mountains. I can just keep it for self-defense."

Ning Yan touched the short knife hidden at his waist, and his heart became happier.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Ning from Black Water Alley?"

Four figures were walking towards him. The leader was a burly man with a centipede-shaped scar on his face. It was Scarface Zhang Shuo.

When Ning Yan saw Zhang Shuo, his face darkened slightly and he immediately thought of the rabbit that was stolen from his home.

The rabbit was so precious that even he was reluctant to eat it, but this guy took it away directly.

Originally, he might have to endure this grudge for a while.

But now he has cultivated his internal energy, and even killed a spinning-horned tiger by using a trick. Gangsters like Zhang Shuo who have only learned a few tricks are no match for him at all, even with the help of his little brothers beside him.

But this is the street, with many people and eyes, so it is not suitable for taking action.

Let him go for now, and then go over to teach him a lesson at night.

Having made up his mind, Ning Yan snorted coldly, strode forward, and passed directly past him.

"Fuck! How dare this kid disobey my brother's orders? Is he looking for a fight?!"

One of the younger brothers rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action, but Zhang Shuo reached out to stop him.

Looking at Ning Yan who was walking away, Zhang Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly with a hint of doubt.

Ning Yan is a familiar face. He used to look very cowardly, but recently, probably because his parents died, he became like a young man with a foolish look and gets angry easily.

Logically speaking, no matter what kind of personality you have, you shouldn't have had that attitude when facing him just now.

Especially when his younger brother was about to take action, the other party's physical reaction frightened him.

He had only seen that kind of acumen in real warriors.

Could it be that something happened to this kid that he didn't know about?
Zhang Shuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:
"Let's go to Heishui Hutong and take a look."

The group walked quickly and soon arrived at Heishui Hutong.

There is basically no one in Heishui Hutong during the day, as most of the residents go out to work to earn a meager living.

Such an empty scene made their next actions easier.

After entering Ning Yan's house, Zhang Shuo closed the wooden door and immediately ordered his brothers to search everywhere.

After a thorough search, not only was there no manual or manual to be found, not even a single coin was found.

"Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!"

Zhang Shuo looked at the clothes soaked in water, which were stained with blood.

But seeing how Ning Yan looked completely calm just now, these bloodstains must have been left on him by someone else, maybe it was Fang Hua who was tortured to death earlier.

Zhang Shuo pondered for a moment, asked his brothers to continue searching, and left the house and headed for Old Li's house.

Old Li was not at home either. After entering the house, the furnishings inside were as shabby as before, and there was nothing wrong with them.

wrong!

Zhang Shuo turned his head suddenly and his eyes fell on a wool pen stained with ink.

Old Li is busy working in the fields all day long, how could he possibly use a brush?

He immediately began to search the house.

Soon a thick stack of toilet paper was found in a box under the bed.

Seeing the stack of straw paper covered with words, the corners of Zhang Shuo's mouth suddenly curled up.

What’s the point of hiding it deeper?

Didn't he find it?!

Zhang Shuo shook the straw paper and looked at the three crooked characters "Fang Beishou" on the paper. His expression was slightly stunned.

"Didn't they say that what was stolen were the Yuansheng Zhenfa and Kunyun Quan?"

"What is this 'Fang Bei Shou'?" "Could it be another technique that Old Li accidentally acquired?"

Zhang Shuo was suspicious and reflexively checked the contents on the draft paper.

Although he was the person in charge of this area under Captain Chen, he had a low level of education and had only attended school for half a year. Fortunately, most of the words on the straw paper were very simple, so it didn't seem difficult for him to read.

Zhang Shuo originally thought that if this technique was just written by Old Li, he would have to ask him to practice it with him later. However, when he studied it in depth, he found that this was indeed an extremely exquisite technique.

Zhang Shuo was immediately overjoyed.

The martial arts in this world are extremely precious. Even the "Iron Body Kung Fu" that can be learned by paying in Xiao Yuanmen, not everyone can master it and successfully learn it.

As for techniques, they are slightly less valuable than skills, but there are often various restrictions when practicing them. The most basic one is that you must have the corresponding martial arts realm.

Zhang Shuo had studied at Xiao Yuan Men before, but unfortunately after spending three months, he still had not been able to develop internal energy and had to give up.

During this period, he also came into contact with some techniques, but basically they could only be practiced by warriors. As an ordinary person, he would not be able to practice them even if he got them.

And now he is starting to watch "Fang Beishou", in which even ordinary people can practice. How can Zhang Shuo not be excited?
At that moment, he could no longer care about anything else. He put the straw paper in his arms, called his younger brother in another room, and immediately went home to study it carefully.

Maybe his chance to become the helmsman depends on this technique!

……

In the south of the city, there is a wide cobblestone street.

On both sides of the street are countless small courtyards with white walls and red tiles.

Each one looks very luxurious and is totally incomparable to the shabby houses in Heishui Hutong.

Ning Yan was walking on the street, and he felt jealous.

Any house here could probably be easily sold for hundreds or even thousands of taels.

An ordinary woodcutter, with just a dozen or twenty cents a day, wouldn't be able to afford it in a hundred years.

But if you become a warrior, the house here will no longer be out of reach.

Ning Yan suppressed his restless heart, strode forward, and soon arrived in front of a large courtyard.

There was a lot of shouting and hitting sounds coming from inside, occasionally mixed with scolding.

On the plaque at the door, three big characters "Xiao Yuan Men" were clearly written.

Below the plaque, on the left, there is a yellow lacquered wooden table.

A fat man with a plump figure and small eyes, wearing a gray training suit, was sitting behind a table with a bored look on his face.

Seeing Ning Yan coming over here, the fat man immediately perked up and greeted him with a smile:

"Is this brother here to learn martial arts?"

Ning Yan nodded and said:

"exactly."

The fat man's smile grew even more intense, his eyes almost disappeared from his eyes:
"Register your name and pay the fee, and I'll take you to see Master Yuan. By the way, my name is Zhao Ming, and I'm Master Yuan's fifth disciple. May I ask what your name is, brother?"

"Ning Yan."

Zhao Ming wrote his name on a piece of paper and completed the registration after asking for the address.

Ning Yan placed all the thirteen taels of silver he had saved on the table with a snap.

Zhao Ming weighed the silver and felt as if he was blinded, and could hardly open his eyes:

"This smells quite strong of silver. Did you just go to the toilet?"

"Nonsense, it's obviously your nose that has problems. I just came out of the pharmacy."

"Is it?"

Zhao Ming leaned closer to smell it with a suspicious look on his face:
"Let me tell you, I have a very good nose. I can smell which brothel someone went into last night from five meters away. Your money, ugh..."

After a while.

Zhao Ming staggered to his feet from the chair, looking hopeless:

"Come in with me."

"you……"

"Don't talk!"

"Oh."

(End of this chapter)