Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

"Xiao Lang, what are you doing in the yard?"

Qin Jiuzhen's surprised voice came from behind.

Hong Lang turned around and saw her holding a pancake in her hand, her eyes wide open.

She looked at Hong Lang, who was completely naked, in disbelief.

Is this still that skinny boy?

Just a moment ago he looked like he couldn't even get out of bed, but now he's full of energy and spirit, showing no trace of illness, but rather exuding an indescribable vigor and strength.

Hong Lang panicked and quickly covered his sensitive areas with his hands: "Sister Qin, what brings you here?"

Seeing his flustered state, Qin Jiuzhen couldn't help but chuckle. This kid!

Having been married for a long time, what hadn't she seen?

She waved the pancake in her hand: "I saw you were enjoying that bowl of porridge so much, so I guess you weren't full. I made you another pancake. Eat it while it's hot."

……

The next day, as soon as it was light, Hong Lang got up.

A series of cramping pains came from my abdomen.

Ever since he obtained the [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might] yesterday, he has had an inexplicable hunger in his stomach, feeling as if he could eat a whole cow.

"The most urgent thing is to fill our stomachs!"

Hong Lang rubbed his empty stomach and pondered to himself.

The original owner's only skill was chopping wood to pay off debts; he had no other way to make a living.

Having made up his mind, Hong Lang didn't delay any longer. He picked up the wood-chopping knife from the corner of the wall, pushed open the door, and went out.

Taiping Village was quiet at this moment, with only a few roosters crowing.

He looked around this unfamiliar new world with curiosity.

There is only one winding dirt road in the village, full of potholes, and the villagers' houses are scattered around it.

The dirt road stretches into the distance towards Black Wind Mountain, the place where the villagers depend for their livelihood.

The other end leads to Qingxi Town, which is more than ten miles away and is the most prosperous place within a radius of more than ten miles of Taiping Village.

As far as Hong Lang knew, towns were more prosperous than villages, and further up were county towns, prefectural towns, and state towns—places he had never set foot in.

"When I'm successful in the future, I'll definitely go to the city and see the world, and never be trapped in this little Taiping Village again!"

Hong Lang clenched his fist, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Before long, he arrived at the foot of Black Wind Mountain.

Hong Lang dared not venture deep into the mountains, for the deep mountains were inhabited by all sorts of demonic beasts with astonishing combat power. Even martial artists who had cultivated for many years might not be able to escape unscathed.

He found a spot on the outskirts of the forest, took off his coat, spat on his hands, and began chopping wood.

In the past, it would take at least an hour to chop a large bundle of firewood, and one would have to rest several times along the way, leaving one breathless with exhaustion.

But today, Hong Lang clearly sensed something different.

The hand holding the knife was exceptionally strong; each strike was precise and powerful. As the blade sliced ​​through the tree trunk, branches as thick as a bowl snapped in two with almost no effort.

In less than an hour, they chopped four large bundles of firewood, several times more efficient than before.

"Is this the effect of 'Dragon's Essence and Tiger's Ferocity'? I didn't even break a sweat!"

"At this rate, we can sell at least eight bundles of firewood a day, which is eighty coins!"

Hong Lang thought to himself that with money, he could buy food, save money to learn martial arts, and get out of his current predicament.

He picked up four bundles of firewood and hurried towards the market in Qingxi Town.

As soon as he entered the village, two figures blocked his way.

Hong Lang looked up and frowned.

They were two rascals in the village; the short, fat one was Niu Da, and the tall, strong one was his henchman, Han Dan.

They bullied their neighbors in the village on a regular basis, and the original owner of this body was often bullied by them.

With a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and his arms crossed, Niu Da said, "Hey, you're pretty tough, kid. You got a beating from me and you're still able to go up the mountain to chop firewood?"

Hong Lang didn't intend to get entangled with them; now was not the time for revenge. There were still a few villagers nearby, so he lowered his head, walked past the two men, and continued on his way.

But Han Dan wouldn't have it. He glanced at Hong Lang with disdain and shouted, "Brother Niu, look at this bundle of firewood. Doesn't it look like the bundle we lost yesterday?"

Before Hong Lang could speak, Han Dan stepped forward and reached for the firewood.

Hong Lang's eyes widened, and anger surged up instantly.

He grabbed Han Dan's wrist and applied slight pressure, causing Han Dan to scream and fall to his knees.

He tried to pry Hong Lang's hand open with his other hand, but he couldn't.

Han Dan then noticed that Hong Lang was different from before. The skinny boy from before had become much stronger, with bulging muscles on his arms and a sharp look in his eyes.

What exactly is going on?

"You dare fight back? You've gone too far!"

Niu Da rolled up his sleeves and punched Hong Lang in the chest. In the past, this punch would have knocked Hong Lang down.

Hong Lang neither dodged nor avoided the blows, but simply stood there, letting the fists strike his chest.

"hiss!"

Niu Da gasped, feeling as if his fist had struck a rock.

He shook his hand and punched Hong Lang hard in the abdomen again, but Hong Lang didn't budge. Instead, he was the one whose arm went numb from the impact.

He stared at Hong Lang in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...you..."

At this moment, several hunters from the village passed by, noticed the commotion, and gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Hong Lang dusted off his clothes and said calmly, "My turn?"

He suddenly kicked out, and Niu Da had no time to react. He was kicked half a meter away and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"good!"

"Little Lang, well done!"

"Someone should have taught him a lesson a long time ago!"

The onlookers cheered; they had often been harassed by Niu Da, and seeing him being beaten, they all applauded.

When Han Dan saw this, he trembled with fear. He dared not imagine what would happen to him if he were to be kicked like that.

Hong Lang grabbed Han Dan's hand and squeezed it hard. There was a crisp cracking sound, the sound of bones breaking.

"what!"

The silly boy was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, snot and tears flowed from his nose, and he begged for mercy repeatedly:

"Brother Lang, Master Lang, I...I was wrong! Please let me go. I have elderly parents to support, and...I don't have children yet. In short, please forgive me!"

Hong Lang kicked him to the ground and coldly spat out a single word: "Get lost!"

If it weren't for the fact that killing someone here would be difficult to handle and could easily lead to legal trouble, he would have really wanted to kill the two of them and throw them into the mountains to feed the wild animals.

Amidst the hunters' laughter and curses, the two scrambled and stumbled away, disappearing from Honglang's sight in no time.

"Now that I have a cheat code, as long as I raise enough money to learn martial arts and embark on the path of martial arts, what can a scoundrel like Niu Da be?"

As Hong Lang pondered this, he quickly arrived in town.

The street is not wide, with a stone slab in the middle that has been polished smooth by mules and horses, and all kinds of stalls are set up on both sides.

Farmers carrying fresh vegetables hawked their wares along the street, while peddlers shook rattles and were followed by a group of children.

The owner of the wonton stall was calling out, "Wontons with generous fillings and wrapped wrappers, five coins a bowl!"

Hong Lang chose a seat and soon sold the four bundles of firewood.

Seeing that it was still early, he returned to Black Wind Mountain and cut four bundles of firewood, which he then took to town to sell.

One day, after earning eighty coins, he spent ten coins to buy a bag of rice, making a net profit of seventy coins.

In the past, it would have taken him at least three days to earn this much money.

He's a natural-born beast of burden! He's worth four woodcutters by himself!

Hong Lang sighed inwardly, but then felt a little helpless. Using martial arts terms like "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce" to chop wood for money was such a waste... When would he be able to save enough silver to go to the martial arts school in town to learn martial arts?

Before long, Hong Lang, carrying a rice bag and seventy coins, set off on his way back to Taiping Village.

He stopped as soon as he reached his doorstep. There stood a small figure, tiptoeing and looking around, as if waiting for someone.

The girl had delicate features, clear and bright eyes, and her eyebrows bore a resemblance to those of Widow Qin.

"Brother Lang, you're back! I've been waiting for you for ages!" The little girl's face immediately lit up with a sweet smile when she saw Hong Lang return, her voice clear and melodious.

It was Qin Jiuzhen's daughter, Li Tao'er.

Hong Lang put down the rice bag and asked with a smile, "Tao'er, what brings you here? Is something the matter?"

"Let's go inside and talk." Li Tao'er tugged at Hong Lang's sleeve gently, her tone carrying a hint of mystery.

After the two entered the house, Li Tao'er took out two white steamed buns from her bosom, which were still slightly warm.

She handed the steamed bun to Hong Lang and said softly, "Brother Lang, eat up, I bet you're hungry."

Hong Lang was starving, so he took the steamed buns and wolfed them down, finishing both in just a few bites.

Seeing his hurried way of eating, Li Tao'er couldn't help but smile. She said softly, "Brother Lang, thanks to you these past few days, my mother was safe and sound..."

Hong Lang waved his hand: "Why are you being so polite with me? Sister Qin has helped me a lot, it's only right."

Li Tao'er said to herself, "I still remember when I was ten years old, Han Dan bullied me and splashed water on me. It was you, Brother Lang, who helped me teach him a lesson."

"And when I was twelve, I accidentally got lost in the mountains. You searched for me all night and finally found me by the mountain stream. You carried me home, shivering from the cold."

"And that piece of candy you bought me last spring was the best candy I've ever eaten!"

Hong Lang was a little stunned. Why did this girl suddenly start counting the old almanac?

Seeing Li Tao'er's earnest expression, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart. This girl had actually kept these little things in mind.

Suddenly, Li Tao'er's tone shifted, her eyes becoming serious, and she asked softly, "Brother Lang, I heard from Mother that you want to learn martial arts?"

Hong Lang nodded in confusion, and said helplessly, "Yes, but learning martial arts costs a lot of money, and I haven't saved enough yet."

Li Tao'er didn't say anything, but took out a tattered white cloth bag from her bosom and stuffed it into Hong Lang's hand.

"This is the dowry my mother saved for me, a total of twelve taels of silver. I took it secretly, so please don't let my mother find out, or she'll beat me to death!"

Hong Lang froze abruptly: "Tao'er...this..."

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Li Tao'er's pretty face flushed red, and her voice was barely audible: "Brother Lang... you must learn martial arts well so that you can protect me and my mother from being bullied by bad people!"

After saying that, she ran away as fast as she could without waiting for Hong Lang's reply, leaving him with only her back view.

Hong Lang stood there stunned for a long time, holding the cloth bag that still felt the warmth of the girl's body.

He was filled with complex emotions, including gratitude, guilt, and a vague, inexplicable flutter in his heart.

Before she knew it, the little girl who had always followed behind her had grown up.