From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Mu Sheng walked towards the clinic as usual. Although the clinic was not far from Zhenyuan Temple, it still required taking some winding paths.

He seemed to know nothing as he turned the corner and went inside.

In the empty, deserted alley, the wind was blowing.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows, his face covered with coarse linen and his body dressed completely.

Mu Sheng stopped in his tracks, immediately clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Friend, we have no grudge against each other, why are you blocking my way today?"

Mo Xiaodao lowered his arm, and a small knife slid from his sleeve into his hand. He said in a deep voice, "Indeed, we have no grudges against each other, but I heard that you have recently acquired some money, so I just borrowed it to spend."

Mu Sheng sighed and said, "Sir, did you see my clothes? I am Mu Sheng, an outer disciple of Zhenyuan Temple. Your act of robbing me on the road shows that you have no respect for Zhenyuan Temple."

As for calling the constables, that option was not even on his radar.

After all, you can't see any constables in the outer city.

"True Yuan Temple," Mo Xiaodao sneered, "I really don't take it seriously."

Mu Sheng raised an eyebrow. Well, he brought this upon himself, so he couldn't blame it on him.

"What arrogance!" A figure flipped from the rooftop and landed in front of Mu Sheng. Miao Yin's large Taoist robe concealed her figure. With her hands tucked into her sleeves, she looked at Mo Xiaodao and smiled, "Sir, since you look down on my Zhenyuan Temple so much, I'd really like to know what abilities you possess?"

Mo Xiaodao's expression changed drastically, and his voice deepened: "Miao Yin!! Instead of preparing for your Zhenyuan Temple's inner sect selection, you're here meddling in other people's business!?"

During the selection process for the inner disciples of Zhenyuan Temple, Mu Sheng glanced at Miao Yin with a cryptic look.

He hadn't heard of this.

"You know quite a lot, Mo Xiaodao," Miao Yin laughed. "But if you really succeed in robbing my Zhenyuan Temple, then our Zhenyuan Temple will be finished."

Mo Xiaodao's pupils contracted, and he gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

How did she know?

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye. Now that he had been exposed, he couldn't continue. He wanted to escape.

But then figures jumped down from the rooftops, blocking his way in all directions.

Five people surrounded him.

Mo Xiaodao gripped the knife tightly in his hand and looked at Miao Yin, saying, "I have a grudge against that kid, are you still going to interfere?"

Miao Yin laughed, but her laughter was tinged with coldness as she said, "It's only right that we Zhenyuan Temple people bully you. If you resist, then you are provoking our Zhenyuan Temple."

"Your True Essence Temple is so domineering!?" Mo Xiaodao said in a deep voice.

"Of course. How dare you, a mere thug, oppose a disciple of my True Yuan Sect? Even an outer disciple is not someone you should mess with." Miao Yin sneered, "Kill him."

Immediately, the five men drew their weapons and charged forward.

Mu Sheng carefully observed their moves. Some used knives, some used swords, and one used a whisk, which flashed with silver light when swung.

There was obviously something inside.

Mo Xiaodao's martial arts skill is all about throwing knives. In close combat with five people, he has no time to react. Even if he throws a knife, the five people can interrupt it directly when they get close.

He could only hold on with throwing knives, but in the end he gritted his teeth, found the weakest disciple with the Tong Jin skill, and kicked him away. He then took two swords, a whisk and a knife, with his back. Instantly, his clothes on his back were torn and his skin was ripped open.

He didn't stop at all, gritted his teeth and charged straight ahead, while the other four chased after him.

Mu Sheng then stepped forward and helped the fallen disciple up.

"Thank you." The disciple was a thin, pale-faced boy who clasped his hands in thanks to Mu Sheng.

"We're fellow disciples, it's only right."

Mu Sheng glanced at Miao Yin out of the corner of her eye; the other party still showed no intention of making a move.

Miao Yin looked at Xiang Musheng and explained, "The inner sect selection is imminent. I won't make a move unless it's a critical moment. But judging from his appearance, he won't live much longer."

Mu Sheng hurriedly turned around and clasped her hands in thanks to Miao Yin, saying, "Thank you for your help, Senior Sister. I'm relieved now. But regarding the position at the medical clinic, Doctor Yu Ci has already paid me. I wonder about my job..."

Miao Yin waved her hand dismissively and said, "I'll deal with this person later. You don't need to go to that temporary post anymore. I'll have someone talk to him about it. Find another temporary post."

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Mu Sheng clasped her hands in thanks and said with a face full of gratitude.

However, releasing a tiger back into the mountains like this will lead to endless troubles in the future.

"Let's go back," Miao Yin said.

Immediately, everyone responded and followed Miao Yin toward Zhenyuan Temple.

On the way, Miao Yin looked at Mu Sheng and said, "You're worried about money right now."

Mu Sheng gave a wry smile and said, "Practicing martial arts like this requires a lot of money for meat. If I don't get a position, I won't be able to make ends meet."

Miao Yin smiled, but her smile was different from that of ordinary women; it carried a masculine boldness.

"If you're talking about temporary assignments, I have a good place for you. I wonder what your thoughts are on working in the government."

"The government office?" Mu Sheng looked at Miao Yin in surprise.

"Going to the yamen is just to show your support. If you're afraid of danger, you don't need to get involved in anything. In fact, if you can put in the effort, you can get the same benefits as the other constables. You might even learn better martial arts skills. However, if you're just on temporary assignment, you won't be able to continue to be promoted like the other constables."

Miao Yin's voice was calm.

"However, a month's temporary posting still pays ten taels of silver."

Seeing that everyone else had turned their heads away as if they hadn't heard, Mu Sheng asked in a deep voice, "Since Senior Sister has made these arrangements, I suppose I also need to do something else."

Such a good temporary post is not easy to get to him.

"That's right." Miao Yin nodded and said, "I need you to be my informant in the yamen. Although it's just a temporary post, you'll be much more well-informed than us. I might even need you to do me a favor. But this position requires a smart person, and I think you're a good fit."

Mu Sheng pondered for a moment: "I am grateful for your care, Senior Sister, but I have only been a disciple for a few days, and I am afraid I am not up to the task."

Miao Yin shook her head

"You don't need to worry about that. Those constables are all show and no substance. Most of them are just passing down their skills from father to son, and very few of them can actually develop real strength. You're good enough."

"I think that's what Senior Brother Ming means," Mu Sheng said in a deep voice.

Miao Yin nodded. This was exactly the kind of personality he wanted in Mu Sheng, plus she was quite intelligent.

"Your senior brother Ming will agree."

It has to be said that Mu Sheng was indeed tempted. Being a constable in the yamen is almost a hereditary profession. If he had connections, he would have wanted to try being a constable long ago.

The group returned to Zhenyuan Temple.

Mu Sheng returned to the house, sat on the wooden bed, groped for the hilt of the knife, and slowly closed her eyes.

It was getting dark.

He immediately opened his eyes and gripped the knife hilt tightly.