Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

Chen Mo immediately searched the two men, seizing some silver and medicine. He did not pawn them, but simply tied their injured arms with cloth strips before leaving.

"I can't stay in this room anymore."

He was relieved that he had sent Chen Lan to the Wu family in advance; otherwise, he would have had to protect Chen Lan tonight and would not have been able to escape.

"Bang bang bang..."

Chen Mo arrived at the Wu family's house, knocked on the door, and after a moment, an elderly gatekeeper with white hair and beard opened the door.

"You are... Oh, you're the new guard Chen, come in quickly."

Chen Mo thanked him. He knew the layout of the Wu family courtyard, so he went straight to the martial arts hall, where there were some simple external injury powders and white bandages.

Upon arriving at the martial arts hall, it was late at night and no one was around. He applied some medicinal powder and bandaged himself up simply, without disturbing anyone, and then sat down to meditate and rest.

At this moment, there is an important matter: to combine the intense battle of tonight with the enlightenment gained from cultivating one's skills amidst nature, and integrate it into the true essence of martial arts.

He understood that the enlightenment gained from cultivating oneself in nature must be truly settled down; otherwise, it would be like a castle in the air, ethereal and difficult to control.

There are two ways to cultivate oneself: one is through stance training, and the other is through actual combat, with the latter being more effective.

"call--"

He gradually calmed his disordered breathing and then began practicing the Dragon Subduing Stance Technique.

Once.

Twice.

……

After completing the eleventh round, a glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. He had fully digested the battle of the night, and subtle changes were occurring in his posture and technique as he practiced.

He took out the loose silver and medicine he had seized from the two assassins, counted them, and found that there were a total of eight taels of silver, as well as three packets of Qi-boosting powder and two bottles of strength-enhancing pills.

"Eight taels of silver should last for a month or so."

Practicing martial arts is an expensive business.

The monthly food and medicine supplements required by an ordinary martial artist far exceed the annual expenses of a poor family, not to mention the costs of tuition, weapons, and other expenses.

Therefore, many martial artists start with high hopes but give up halfway through, not only because of their inherent limitations but also because of the cost.

Chen Mo got up and started pacing in the courtyard next to the martial arts hall.

The spring night was slightly cool.

His thoughts drifted away, recalling the man in black's final answer.

First, there's the reason the Hansha Gang wanted to assassinate him.

Killing for revenge?

It's unlikely. If it were to avenge the thwarted caravan interception, there would be no need for a midnight assassination.

Killing for treasure?

Chen Mo was more inclined to believe this reason: the deputy leader of the Hansha Gang suspected that he possessed a secret manual, so he sneaked into his house late at night to carry out the assassination, searched for the "manual," and then burned it, making it difficult to reveal the truth.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

Although others may not be aware of the "cultivation skills of mountains and waters" possessed by one, they will always attract covetousness.

"It's still a matter of poor natural talent; otherwise, it wouldn't have aroused suspicion..."

he murmured.

Secondly, the man in black said he had never seen the leader of the Hansha Gang. Chen Mo had a vague premonition that this was not normal, considering the close relationship between the Hansha Gang and the Zhao family, and the fact that the deputy leader was under the command of the Zhao family...

"Could it be that the leader of the Fierce Sand Gang is actually in the Zhao family?"

He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about those distant things.

The most urgent task remains to rapidly enhance our strength.

After walking around the martial arts hall twice, Chen Mo returned to the hall and found a spot diagonally opposite the entrance to rest.

Before long, the sky began to lighten slightly, and roosters crowed several times in the streets and alleys outside.

Chen Mo rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up.

Since he entered the Ming Jin realm, his physique has become much stronger. Although he can't be described as having bulging muscles, he looks like a trained fighter from a distance.

Now, even if I sleep on a hard stone slab all night, I won't feel the cold seeping into my body, which is one of the benefits of practicing martial arts.

Tread...  

At that moment, heavy footsteps came from outside the martial arts hall.

Chen Mo remained calm as he walked towards the door, where he saw a man struggling to carry a jar of wine into the martial arts hall.

The man was short and had a scholarly look, clearly not someone who did heavy work often.

Chen Mo brushed past him, then thought for a moment, turned back and held the wine jar above his head. The man was astonished at the sight.

"Where should I put it?" Chen Mo asked him.

The man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Just...just put it in the east corner."

After Chen Mo put away the wine jar, he turned to leave when the other person suddenly said, "You are...you are Protector Chen?! The Protector Chen who saved everyone that day?!"

Chen Mo was taken aback.

It seems this person was a member of the caravan that night. Chen Mo had no interaction with them, so he didn't remember him.

The other person immediately took out thirty copper coins from his person and tried to stuff them into his hand, but he immediately pulled his hand back, looking puzzled. "What's the meaning of this?"

The other party laughed and said, "Guard Chen, you may not know this, but in this Wu family, the guards escort the caravan between Anyang County and Heihe Town, which takes a lot of effort. Sometimes they even have to take shortcuts and travel through mountainous areas. Therefore, we need to give the guards a thank-you fee."

"A thank-you fee?" Chen Mo was hearing this for the first time. "The Wu family's salary already includes the responsibility of escorting us, so why should we give you a separate thank-you fee? Is this a Wu family tradition?"

The other party shook his head. "When the Third Miss first took charge of the caravan, there were no such rules. But since the head of the family and the second head of the family got involved, these rules have been added. I gave Li Tu the gratitude fee a long time ago, and this jar of wine was also sent to him. But you are not often at the Wu family, so it was delayed until today."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo already understood the gist of the matter. "I will take what I should take, and I will not take a single penny of what I should not take. You can take it back."

Seeing that Chen Mo was sincere in refusing, the other party did not insist and immediately said earnestly, "Guardian Chen, you are someone I truly admire. If you ever need my help in the future, I, Wang Jing, will certainly not refuse!"

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, then replied with a "Okay".

He wasn't good at talking, so he didn't say much at the moment. He and Wang Jing walked out of the martial arts hall in silence.

Just as they reached the vicinity of the guest room, Chen Lan happened to come out of the room.

"Xiao Mo!"

"sister!"

When she saw Chen Mo, she walked over quickly, but her expression froze when she noticed the blood-stained strip of cloth tied around his arm.

"Your hand... what happened?!"

Chen Lan's voice trembled slightly.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Sister, it's nothing. I fell while practicing. I'll be fine in a couple of days."

Chen Lan was somewhat skeptical, but her gaze remained fixed on Chen Mo's injured arm.

At this moment, Wang Jing suddenly said, "You are... Chen Mei's cousin, Chen Lan?"

Only then did Chen Lan notice Wang Jing standing to the side. A look of surprise appeared on her face. "Are you Chen Mei's husband?"

Wang Jing nodded, then suddenly looked at Chen Mo, "Then that is... Guard Chen."

"My name is Chen Mo, and I am Chen Mei's cousin."

Wang Jingru was struck by lightning.

On the day of Wang Jing and Chen Mei's wedding, only Chen Lan attended. Chen Mo was working as a laborer in the iron furnace that day, and Wang Jing only knew that the new guard from the Wu family was surnamed Chen, but did not know his name.

At home, Chen Mei had often whispered in his ear, telling him about her cousin Chen Mo, who was a good-for-nothing, but now it seemed...