I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 2 Number Nine
"The name doesn't matter. From now on you will be called Number Nine."

On North 66th Street, outside Taibai Martial Arts School, the fat, smiling agent slapped a large round sticker with the number 'nine' on it on Zhou Mu's chest.

"The salary is settled every day. If you work twelve hours as a boxer, you can get 100 yuan from me the next day."

Zhou Mu was thoughtful. This intermediary took 70% of the salary. In other words, the martial arts school originally paid 300? ?

That is an incredible "high salary". For ordinary people in the breeding area, it is considered very good to earn 2,000 yuan a month, which is more than enough for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
And if one can pay another three thousand yuan in tribute every month, he can even avoid the life and death lottery where one has to rely on luck to choose a "human sacrifice"!
The fat agent said:
"You're lucky. Today is a day off. Most of the masters in the martial arts gym won't come to practice. You can just go in and do nothing. You can also get paid."

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch:
"It's almost eight o'clock now. If there's no martial arts master coming to practice, you can stay until six in the afternoon and leave. I will calculate your wages for twelve hours. Come to me tomorrow morning to collect them!"

Zhou Mu was stunned. Is there such a good thing?
Picking up a hundred bucks for free?

Nodding to the fat man, Zhou Mu didn't say much and cautiously stepped into the Taibai Martial Arts School.

The martial arts hall covers a large area. As soon as you enter the door, you can see a wide martial arts training ground on the right.
There are stone pillars, wooden figures and other things placed on the left, and a pavilion and a man-made miniature lake are very poetic and picturesque.

The lake is dotted with lotus flowers, still green in this autumn day.

As for the center, there is a very old hall. The door is closed and you can't see the inside. There is a tattered plaque leaning against the door.

There are two words "Qitian" written on it, and there are obviously three more words behind it, but they have been scratched off.

"newcomer?"

There was a shout coming from the martial arts training ground on the right. Zhou Mu looked over and saw a burly man with a sign on his chest, waving at him:

"come over!"

Zhou Mu walked forward and looked around. There were eight people standing or sitting. The number plates on their chests were from one to eight. Most of them had bruises on their bodies. Naturally, they were also there to fight.

As for the reason why these people stayed here with Quankong, I think it was just to get paid. According to what the fat agent said,

Today is a rest day, so there is most likely no martial arts master coming to practice with you, so you can just sit there and do nothing, and still get paid!
Thinking about it, he walked forward and said politely:

“I just came today.”

Before I finished speaking,

The sturdy man slapped Zhou Mu's shoulder with his palm as big as a palm leaf fan. The palm was so powerful that it pushed his body down and he almost fell.

The burly man sneered:
"With such a weak body, you are here to fight as a sparring partner? You asked the fat guy to give you money, right? You have a wealthy family, right?"

Zhou Mu frowned slightly. This sturdy man was acting very arrogantly, and he looked like he was bullying the newcomer.

He did not change color, and even grinned:

"How can I talk about being well-off? If I really wanted to be well-off, I should have a strong body."

The sturdy man spat out the grass roots in his mouth, with a bright smile on his face:
"Everyone here is your senior. You don't need to ask their names. Those who come to fight with you don't deserve names. Just call them brother. For me, you should call me Seventh Brother!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the number seven on his chest, then smiled and poked the number nine on Zhou Mu’s chest:
"From now on, I'll call you Xiao Jiu. Do you have money on you? Everyone hasn't had breakfast yet. Go buy some breakfast at the breakfast stand opposite our martial arts gym!"

Next to him, a middle-aged man with a shaved head and chest pressed against his chest frowned:
"Number seven, that's enough. Everyone who comes here is a miserable person."

"What does it have to do with you?"

The burly man spat at the bald middle-aged man, then turned around and patted Zhou Mu on the face:
"Xiaojiu, what are you standing there for? Why don't you go buy it?"

Zhou Mu looked timid and took a half step back:
"I don't have any money. Besides, we are just sparring partners. The rules of the martial arts school shouldn't allow us to fight each other, right?"

"Yo ho?"

The sturdy man laughed and pinched Zhou Mu's right shoulder with his palm as big as a palm fan again. Zhou Mu gasped in pain, and he grinned:

"Rules? Where are the rules? You're just a cheap fighter. I can beat you up and make you vomit three liters of blood without any problem."

After he finished speaking, he exerted more force. Zhou Mu seemed to be unable to bear the pain. His legs bent and his body tilted. Seeing this, the strong man's smile became even more proud.

But just as he burst into laughter, he saw the skinny newcomer suddenly look up. His face was not distorted by pain at all, nor were his eyes full of tears as he had imagined. Instead, his face was calm and peaceful.

"So we can start now?"

Zhou Mu leaned forward suddenly, and pulled his shoulder free from the strong man's hand. His bent legs had accumulated enough strength, and his right leg shot out as fiercely and hotly as a razor!

"Ow!!"

The burly man covered his crotch and let out an inhuman howl, his eyes suddenly reddened:

"Fuck you"

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Mu had already nimbly moved behind him and kicked the sturdy man hard in the knee, causing him to kneel on the ground.
Then, Zhou Muqi stepped forward, put his left hand across his shoulder, and strangled his neck, pressing against the strong man's throat, while his right hand clasped his left hand and pressed against the back of his head.

Gas strangulation.

"Haha." The strong man suddenly lost his strength and could not struggle anymore. Soon his eyes began to roll back.

"enough."

Not far away, No. 1, who was sitting and smoking, snorted, but Zhou Mu ignored him.

"I said, enough is enough!"

Number One raised his foot and poked the ground. With a poke and a shovel, a handful of mud and rocks exploded and nailed Zhou Mu's side like a missile, and the gravel chiseled small holes in the ground!

Zhou Mu's pupils suddenly shrank. Is this a human?

Is this a sparring match? ?
He decisively let go, jumped far away, retracted his right hand into his sleeve, grasped the folding knife, and put his left hand inside his coat, holding the rusty axe.
The sturdy man lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his breath was hoarse and hoarse, his face and neck were blood red,
Zhou Mu looked at number one, a young man who looked not much older than himself. He blew out a smoke ring with an expressionless face:
"What a vicious wolf cub."

The sturdy man also recovered, got up, rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush over, but was stopped by No. 1:
"Isn't that embarrassing enough?"

The strong man braked suddenly, looking unwilling:
"Boss, this guy"

"okay!"

Number One's ears twitched slightly, and his expression suddenly changed. He stood up abruptly, and the rest of the accompanying fists also changed color, stood up one after another, and stood straight.

Zhou Mu was a little confused, but he followed suit and stood firmly. After a moment, the main room in the middle was pushed open, and he only heard the door creaking, but no footsteps were heard.

He glanced at her and saw that it was a woman. Her facial features were delicate, but her face was squeezed together due to too much fat. Although she was not ugly, she was definitely not good-looking.

I'm afraid even three or four hundred kilograms won't be enough, it must be at least five hundred kilograms.

It's just a mountain of flesh, but it moves silently.

"Master Yu."

Number One, who was standing at the front, glanced sideways, lowered his head, and spoke in a very gentle tone.

"Oh."

The woman said slowly:

"My two junior brothers have gone out to have fun. You don't have to wait here. Go home and collect your wages."

The other boxers all performed an ancient etiquette towards the fat woman named Yu, and then left. Zhou Mu was no exception.

But before leaving, the woman, who probably weighed 500 kilograms and was as heavy as a mountain of flesh, glanced at him. Zhou Mu's hair stood on end, and he felt like he was being stared at by one, no, by a hundred hungry tigers!
My heart is pounding, my muscles are tightening, my scalp is tingling, and my body is instinctively giving me a crazy warning!

"Are you the new sparring partner?" The voice of the woman who was as big as a mountain of flesh was very ethereal.

Zhou Mu paused and bowed quickly:

"My Lord, I am."

"He is too weak to survive more than two days. It is not useless to sharpen the spear before the battle. Someone come and teach him how to do it naturally."

The companions who were about to leave looked at each other, and finally it was No. 8 who had spoken earlier - the bald middle-aged man who stood up.

"Let me do it."

The rest of the fighters all dispersed, and strong man number seven did not say anything harsh to Zhou Mu.

The fat woman went out, and only Zhou Mu and the bald middle-aged man were left on the training ground.

"Thanks before."

Zhou Mu thanked the bald man and whispered:

"My name is Zhou Mu, and yours is?"

"No need to thank me. You should have shown weakness to No. 7 just now. My name is Wang Shangpin."

After a pause, the middle-aged man said:

"I'll teach you the natural stance first. Remember, stand there more often when you get back. It will strengthen your blood and qi in a short period of time, and you'll be more resistant to attacks."

Zhou Mu nodded silently and was about to thank him again, but suddenly he became dazed.

"The Immortal Record has been opened, what is your name?"

A sound of thunder, which existed only in dreams, exploded in his ears!

Zhou Mu was startled and suddenly had a strong premonition in his heart - the fog in the dream should be gone.

(End of this chapter)