Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 29: Entry
"This Shan Wenlong is a notorious bandit. He used to be active in the Yeliang Lake area. Later, he killed a young man from an aristocratic family and was hunted down, so he fled here. A while ago, Lao Fang and his men finally caught him and led a siege, but he still escaped. Brother Zhong, be careful. If you can't do it, just stay in the government office. No one knows whether he will retaliate against you."

As Old Liu from the file room spoke, he took out Shan Wenlong's file, which contained evidence of some of the crimes he had committed over the years.

"How strong is he? What's his cultivation?"

"They have reached the seventh level of martial arts, the Bone Tempering Realm, and the martial art they practice is the Red Snake Leg. This martial art is mainly based on leg techniques. When you practice it to a high level, your body will be as soft as a pine tree and your legs will be as sharp as a snake. When you walk, your body moves but your mind does not. You are best at flying in the air and running long distances. This is why they were able to escape from Lao Fang and his men." Lao Liu explained.

Zhong Lin reached out to take the file and examined it carefully. From the description on the scroll, it could be seen that Shan Wenlong was a ruthless person who would take revenge for any slight. He was good at using a short blade, which combined with his "Red Snake Leg" technique made him invincible. This was also the main reason why he was able to escape pursuit.

Zhong Lin's expression became even gloomier after he finished reading the paper. He was at the seventh level of Bone Tempering Realm.

At this time, Zhong Lin was no longer a newbie who knew nothing. He had already mastered the lower three levels of the nine levels of martial arts.

Ninth-level skin grinding: At this level, one possesses a strength of 300 kilograms, and the body is like leather armor, and arrows cannot penetrate the defense.

The eighth-grade Yi Jin has a strength of 500 kilograms, strong fascia expansion and contraction, fierce explosiveness, and agile body.

The seventh-grade bone forging has a strength of a thousand pounds, bones like fine steel, and infinite power.

Zhong Lin had only been practicing the "Iron Mountain Kung Fu" for half a month. Even with the help of the system and taking the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup every day, he had only reached the threshold of skin smoothing.

Facing a strong man in the Bone Tempering Realm who possesses a strength of a thousand pounds, it is like hitting a rock with an egg. The only thing you can do is to run for your life.

"You don't have to worry too much. Shan Wenlong is just a frightened bird at the moment. He has probably already fled Heishan County. The possibility of him taking revenge on you is minimal. Not everyone is as unlucky as Zhu Yu."

The Zhu Yu that Lao Liu mentioned is Zhong Lin’s predecessor, the painter whose family was killed by the fugitive.

Zhong Lin forced a smile on his face: "Don't worry, I still care about my life."

After returning the file, Zhong Lin walked out of the file room.

"Brother Zhong, help me out. There's something urgent at home. Please lend me two taels of silver to deal with it."

As soon as I turned the corner, I ran into Chi Yan, who was sitting on a stone bench and was bored, and then I came over to greet him.

Zhong Lin frowned slightly: "Brother Chi, it seems you haven't returned the five taels of silver from last time, and the three taels of silver from the time before that?"

"Isn't this because I'm short of money?" Chi Yan said casually: "Lend me another two taels, next time, I will definitely pay you back next time."

"Sorry, no."

Zhong Lin wanted to get to know Chi Yan, whom he had met when he first entered the yamen, but he didn't expect that this guy was a gambler. He gave all his salary to the casino as soon as he got it, and borrowed money when he had no money. At the beginning, some people lent him money, but in the end, they found that this guy never returned the money and his character was extremely bad, so no one paid any attention to him.

Zhong Lin had lent him eight taels of silver, but it was like a stone dropped into the sea, and he never asked to pay it back. Now he came to borrow money again, and no matter how good Zhong Lin's temper was, he was too lazy to give him a good face.

Hearing Zhong Lin's resoluteness, Chi Yan's face turned grim.

"Brother Zhong, don't be so decisive! I've already said I'll definitely return it to you. You can sell a painting for four or five taels of silver, so this little money is not a big deal."

Zhong Lin was also amused by Chi Yan's shameless words. He was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned around and left.

Watching Zhong Lin's departing figure, Chi Yan's expression twisted, his eyes filled with a dangerous chill. "Damn it! A mere painter is giving me such a cold shoulder! Do you really think I wouldn't dare touch you?"

……

With Shan Wenlong’s incident and the idiot Chi Yan, Zhong Lin didn’t feel like staying there any longer and went straight home.

"A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall. No one knows that Shan Wenlong will take revenge on me. I must make preparations in advance in case of emergency."

"Living in the county government office is one solution, but it's always inconvenient to carry Little Stone with me. Besides, it's easy to be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't be on guard against thieves for a thousand days. I can't live in the county government office forever without catching Shan Wenlong!"

After thinking for a while, Zhong Lin went to the West Market and entered a blacksmith shop. After a while, he returned with a package in his hand. He then went to the pharmacy and bought a few doses of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup before returning home.

"Brother, what are we doing?"

Little Stone looked at Zhong Lin with a puzzled look as he watched him dig the soil in the house with a shovel. Although he was puzzled, he still consciously used a bamboo basket to transport the dug soil outside like moving house.

"Dig a cellar in case of emergency. Pile the soil in the corner of the yard. I will find a way to transport it out when it gets dark." Zhong Lin said without turning his head.

"Oh!"

The cellar could not be completed in a short time, so he stopped digging after an hour because he had more important things to do.

I took a dose of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup with boiling water, but this time I didn't take one-third of the packet, but poured in half directly.

He waited until the medicine powder was completely dissolved and drank it all in one gulp. Then, a breath that was hotter than usual rose from his abdomen.

Without any hesitation, Zhong Lin rushed into the yard, punching and kicking, his breathing vibrating, and boxing more frantically than usual.

With every breath, Zhong Lin could feel the blood flowing through his skin, and his skin felt numb, sore and itchy. At this moment, he felt as if a layer of membrane was covering his body. He felt very uncomfortable and just wanted to tear it apart.

Zhong Lin knew that this was a sign that he was about to reach a higher level. He had been practicing the Iron Mountain Skill for a full half month, and at this moment, his accumulated strength was finally showing.

Suddenly, Zhong Lin felt a stream of cool air flowing through his body, and his skin became itchy wherever it passed. The feeling was like taking a cold shower in the hot summer, cool but not cold. His skin all over his body felt itchy, as if someone was scratching it with chicken feathers.

In less than ten breaths, the cool air flow disappeared, and Zhong Lin stopped, closed his eyes and stood there, sensing the changes around him.

"The feeling of being strong, is this what it means to be a master?"

Zhong Lin stretched and felt that his strength seemed to have increased a lot.

He reached out and grabbed a corner of the grinding wheel in the corner, and with a sudden force, he lifted the grinding wheel with one arm.

"As expected, a ninth-grade warrior possesses a strength of 300 kilograms. This millstone weighs approximately 200 kilograms, yet I can easily lift it with one arm."

Putting down the grinding wheel, Zhong Lin walked into the kitchen again, picked up a kitchen knife, and gently slid it across his arm.

The blade passed by, leaving only a red mark on the skin. Then he increased the force until he barely cut a line of skin with only three-tenths of the force. When sliding, Zhong Lin felt that the knife was like cutting cowhide, which was extremely tough.

(End of this chapter)