Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 124 Differences in Ideas

In prosperous times, knowledge can bring wealth.

But in chaotic times, only power can protect oneself.

Fang Weihan's regret is not without reason, but power is not something that everyone can obtain.

Especially in a world where martial arts exist, talent and background can completely limit a person's chances of survival.

"You once said you dreamed of seeing the Zhanlu Sword, and I've brought it with me."

Sheng Wansong took out the Xuan Tie sword and placed it on the table where Fang Weihan was sitting.

The density of black iron far exceeds that of ordinary metals. The wooden table used in ordinary households was weighed down, causing the corners to sway and creak, clearly unable to bear the weight.

When Fang Weihan saw Zhanlu, he was like an addict seeing opium, gently stroking the sword's scale-like blade with both hands.

In the past, he might not have been so obsessed.

But he now deeply understands the importance of strength, and a precious sword like Zhanlu is a symbol of strength.

Fang Weihan wanted to pick up Zhanlu and examine it closely.

The Xuan Iron Sword was incredibly heavy; with a single effort, he could barely lift the blade before it fell back down.

If Sheng Wansong hadn't caught it, the table would have been ruined.

"Brother Sheng, I go to the storyteller's place every day to listen to your heroic tales."

"We used to say that a beautiful woman deserves a fine sword, but now Brother Sheng has both."

He sighed, "And I, I'm left only with a cripple."

"I have a friend."

Sheng Wansong interrupted his self-pity, "He is a highly skilled doctor; he might be able to help with your leg."

Fang Weihan didn't have much hope. There are so many disabled people in the world, and he had never heard of any miracle doctor who could fix a short leg.

Seeing that he was not doing well, Sheng Wansong did not try to persuade him further, but instead changed the subject.

"Besides, Brother Fang, don't you also have a beauty by your side?"

The two of them looked at Cui'er, who was working.

Cui'er had finished sweeping the yard and was drawing water from the well to go to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Upon seeing Cui'er, Fang Weihan's dejected expression faded considerably.

Although this girl wasn't a great beauty, she was a lovely village girl, and most importantly, she was grateful and willing to endure hardship.

Sheng Wansong had only casually offered a compliment to Fang Weihan to comfort him, but he hadn't expected what the other party would say next.

"If you like her, Brother Sheng, then take her with you."

The eaves.

Su Shi is known for the story of giving away his concubine, which suggests that women were indeed considered mere appendages by scholars of that era.

Sheng Wansong shook his head. "A gentleman does not take what others love."

"Now that the Lü family has been wiped out, you no longer need to worry about anyone causing you trouble."

Katsu Mansong stood up. "If you encounter any more trouble, just say my name, Katsu Mansong."

He paused for a moment, realizing that he didn't seem to have any token that could serve as proof.

Fang Weihan must have said that he was his friend, but not many people believed him.

Sheng Wansong seemed to be deep in thought.

Martial arts stories often feature things like wanted posters and identity tokens.

There are rumors that those who possess this token will not be killed upon meeting them, or that they can get a certain master to intervene three times.

Sheng Wansong is now famous throughout the country, it's time for him to come up with something similar.

Seeing him get up, Fang Weihan looked reluctant, "You're leaving already? Won't you stay for lunch?"

"Cui'er's cooking skills are excellent."

Sheng Wansong smiled and said, "An'an is still waiting for me. I can't leave the child alone at home."

"Moreover, the Lü family has just been wiped out, and there are searches all over the streets right now, so we have to be careful."

"Just wait for my news about your leg."

Sheng Wansong had no intention of teaching him any martial arts.

Given Fang Weihan's aptitude, finding a powerful patron to focus on his studies and becoming an ordinary tutor would be the best path for him.

If one learns martial arts, there are plenty of ruthless thugs in the martial world who are willing to kill even those who know he has powerful backers.

Sheng Wansong greeted Cui'er, but still refused her offer to stay, and left the Fang family.

Back at the inn, he discovered that Sima Ling was already living the life of a pampered young lady, with everything done for her.

You can lie down on the bed and have someone serve you food and drink.

The girl's injuries weren't that serious at all; she was simply enjoying the comfort of being taken care of.

Sheng Wansong didn't expose him, stretched, and took the tea that An Lan handed him.

Shangguan Hong, with her keen observation skills, noticed Sheng Wansong's subtle mood. "Wansong, you came back from seeing your old friend, but you didn't seem very happy."

"They're all trivial matters."

Sheng Wansong did not want to dwell on this matter.

After briefly mentioning it, he turned his attention to Shangguan Hong's identity documents.

"If it's a sect, all you need to do is show your sect token, but for an individual, it takes more effort to convince people."

"It would be best to announce it publicly at a grand martial arts gathering; the last Wudang Mountain event was a good opportunity."

Shangguan Hong recounted several examples with great familiarity.

"The most famous example is that a hundred years ago, the Mysterious Iron Token of the Sky Hermit allowed him to do three things."

"In addition to these, there are also kill orders, pardons, and so on."

She asked Sheng Wansong, "What is the purpose of Wansong's token?"

"It's just to show that I've got this guy under my protection, so that nobody else will bother him or something."

Shangguan Hong smiled, "Then I'll want one of these tokens too."

Ouyang Xue was taking care of Sima Ling when she heard this and jokingly said, "Who in the martial arts world doesn't know that you, Sister Hong, are Sheng Wansong's favorite? Why would you need to go to such lengths and add a token?"

But when it comes to joking around, Ouyang Xue has never won against Shangguan Hong.

"Same to you."

Shangguan Hong smiled at first, then suddenly clenched her fist as if she had just realized something, "No, I can't compare to you, Xiaoxue."

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"You wove all of Wansong's clothes, and the storytellers are all telling the story of how you slaughtered your descendants to death in the manor."

"Compared to you, I'm far inferior."

Ouyang Xue was shy, and her face turned red after hearing those two sentences.

She changed the subject, saying, "As for the tokens, I'll take care of that."

"Wansong, what style do you want?"

Sheng Wansong gave a thumbs up, "It's up to you to decide, I trust your taste."

Sheng Wansong was extremely satisfied with the gold and silver outfit that Ouyang Xue had made.

"I've taken on a new job."

Shangguan Hong sighed, "I wonder when the new clothes Xiaoxue promised to Xiao An and me will be ready."

Ouyang Xue blushed and did not respond.

Sheng Wansong stretched and said, "Tomorrow I plan to go to the Ye family army's camp to check on the situation and also take a look at Yinping."

"Do you want to come with me?"

Ouyang Xue shook her head. "I'm not very familiar with that girl, Yin Ping, so I won't go."

"This will also allow more time to design the token."

Shangguan Hong also declined, saying, "Ling'er needs someone to take care of her, so I won't go."

An Lan naturally wanted to go along, but Shangguan Hong stopped her.

"Ling'er needs someone to help out here, Xiao An, why don't you stay and help us?"

It seems they felt Ye Yinping must be in a very bad state right now, and that it would be better for the two of them to be alone.

Sima Ling lay on the bed eating an apple, watching the whole thing without saying a word.