From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

"Here's the thing, Zhu Yuan came to Dongyun Martial Arts School to register. The person who took the registration was a man, who should be older than my father. How did it become a girl?"

"I see." Zhu Yuan nodded, a look of understanding on his face.

For him, it didn't matter who was in charge of registration, as long as he could get registered.

"Why can't it be me?"

Before she finished speaking, Dong Lingyun pushed the thick book on the table in front of the two of them, then raised her fair fingers and pointed at Zhu Yuan and Zhao Tiezhu respectively.

"Your name is Zhu Yuan, and your name is Tie Zhu, right?"

"How do you know my name?" Zhao Tiezhu stared wide-eyed, and subconsciously scratched the back of his head.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuan quickly nudged Zhao Tiezhu's side with his right elbow and whispered a reminder: "What I just said..."

"Oh, I didn't realize it just now." Zhao Tiezhu was nudged and immediately realized what was happening, then chuckled sheepishly.

A moment later, he added loudly, "My surname is Zhao, and my full name is Zhao Tiezhu."

My name is Zhu Yuan.

"OK."

Dong Lingyun responded and said no more. She pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few strokes on the book.

Her handwriting was neat and powerful, and her strokes were steady, unlike anything an ordinary girl would write.

She first wrote down the three characters "Zhao Tiezhu" before starting a new line to write Zhu Yuan's name.

However, after writing the character "朱" in Zhu Yuan's name, she paused slightly in her slender hand holding the pen, the pen tip hovering over the paper. Then she raised her head and looked at Zhu Yuan's face.

Which source?

"this."

Without hesitation, Zhu Yuan took out the household registration paper of Qingyang County from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Upon seeing this, Dong Lingyun glanced at the household registration paper, seemingly realizing that the normal procedures had not yet been followed.

Her expression didn't change much; she simply nodded slightly, then looked up at Zhao Tiezhu, her tone seemingly casual.

"Zhao Tiezhu, let me see your household registration as well."

"Here you go." Zhao Tiezhu quickly took out his household registration book from his pocket and handed it over.

"Hmm." Dong Lingyun took it, quickly glanced at it to confirm, and then lowered her head to write down the two names.

Then, she put down her pen, picked up the notebook and closed it, leaned back in her chair and said, "A butcher's son, a porter."

"How do you know I'm the butcher's son?" Zhao Tiezhu asked in surprise, pointing to himself.

Zhu Yuan was a porter and easy to identify, but he felt that he should be difficult to identify.

"Of course I could smell it." Dong Lingyun raised her chin, her tone carrying a hint of matter-of-fact.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan's heart stirred, and he tried to take a deep breath, but he couldn't smell anything special.

He glanced at Dong Lingyun, thinking that this girl was likely a martial artist.

Just as Zhu Yuan was speculating, Dong Lingyun stood up.

She was about half a head taller than Zhu Yuan.

She casually picked up the notebook on the table, held it naturally in her arms, and gave them both instructions.

"From now on, you two will be registered disciples of our Dongyun Martial Arts School, receiving one tael of silver per month, plus one lunch."

Remember to arrive at dawn (5-7 AM) every day, and you can leave at dusk (5-7 PM). Learn the most basic stances, horse stances, and walking techniques. If you cannot become a martial artist after a year, then give up martial arts.

After saying that, she didn't wait for their reaction, turned around and walked out with light steps.

But after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and turned around, her pale yellow skirt swaying gently with the movement.

"By the way, my name is Dong Lingyun."

Only after saying this did she truly turn around, her figure quickly disappearing through the moon gate in the backyard.

Zhu Yuan and Zhao Tiezhu stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

A moment later, an old man in his fifties hurriedly came out of the backyard, frantically fastening his belt as he ran.

Judging from his appearance, he might have just gone to pee or poop.

The old man ran behind the table and saw Zhu Yuan and Zhao Tiezhu standing there. He took a breath and asked, "Are you two here to register?"

Before the two could answer, he turned to look at the table and froze.

"Where are the registers?"

"It was taken by Miss Dong," Zhu Yuan replied.

Zhu Yuan had heard some things about Dongyun Martial Arts School from Zhang Cheng. He knew that the school's owner's surname was Dong, and that this girl named Dong Lingyun was very likely to be the owner's daughter.

The old man's face fell instantly, and he couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath: "Why is this young lady here instead of practicing martial arts..."

"Alright, you guys come with me first." The old man waved to them.

"We are already registered disciples of the martial arts school, but Miss Dong left without taking the money." Zhu Yuan quickly added, his hand already reaching for the money in his pocket.

The old man glanced at Zhu Yuan and nodded. "Just give me the money for the martial arts lessons."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan and Zhao Tiezhu each took out a tael of silver they had prepared from their pockets and carefully placed it on the old man's outstretched palm.

Led by the old man, the two arrived at one of the several small training grounds in the Dongyun Martial Arts School.

"This way."

The two were soon brought before a man in his early twenties.

The man was standing alone at the edge of the training ground, calmly watching the dozen or so disciples practicing basic movements inside. He turned around when he heard the noise.

"Zhou Ping, these two are in your hands now."

"it is good."

Upon hearing the voice, the man named Zhou Ping immediately turned around to face them.

He was of medium height, with a well-proportioned but not particularly burly build. He wore a short-sleeved disciple's uniform from the Dongyun Martial Arts School, with his belt tied meticulously.

He stood very straight, with a square face and thick, dark eyebrows, looking like the kind of upright and unsmiling person.

This was Zhu Yuan's first impression of Zhou Ping.

Face reading, the face reflects the heart, and it is often quite accurate.

"Senior Brother Zhou, my name is Zhu Yuan."

Zhu Yuan reacted quickly, bowed to Zhou Ping with a fist salute, and at the same time gently nudged Zhao Tiezhu beside him with his toe.

Zhao Tiezhu was slow to react, but once he knew what he was going to do, he acted quickly.

"Senior Brother Zhou, my name is Zhao Tiezhu."

"Um."

Zhou Ping nodded slightly to the two men, his face expressionless, his gaze quickly sweeping over them as if he were making a preliminary assessment of their physiques.

He then cleared his throat and began to introduce himself.

Although Zhu Yuan and Zhao Tiezhu already knew his name from the old man, some rules and words still needed to be formally spoken by his instructor.

"My name is Zhou Ping, and I am an outer disciple of the martial arts school. I will be responsible for teaching you from now on."

Outer disciples, also called entry-level disciples, have a formal master-disciple relationship with the martial arts school master.

These nominal disciples, in theory, are nothing in the martial arts school; they are just apprentices who pay money to learn the most basic skills.

"I'll have to trouble you from now on, Senior Brother Zhou."

"Me too, thank you for your help, Senior Brother Zhou."

Zhao Tiezhu followed behind Zhu Yuan and said.