From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

Get up!

Upon hearing Zhang Yu's voice, Niu Mancang immediately got up from the ground.

"Xiaoyue, let him hold the package," Zhang Yu said calmly.

"Okay, benefactor!" Li Yue was stunned for a moment, then immediately handed the package containing the food to Niu Mancang.

They bought a lot of meat buns and sesame cakes in the town, as well as two large naan breads. Li Yue, being small, struggled to carry all of these things.

Niu Mancang was overjoyed and quickly slung the package over his shoulder, thanking them profusely, "Thank you, Master Wu, thank you, Miss!"

"I'm not a prostitute!" Li Yue said softly.

Zhang Yu looked at Niu Mancang, suppressed the urge to immediately take him as a disciple, and calmly said, "Follow me."

"Yes, sir!" Niu Mancang replied.

He was still in a daze; happiness had come too suddenly.

Zhang Yu, Li Yue, Niu Mancang, and the mother and son continued walking forward.

At this moment, the refugees behind them saw that Niu Mancang could also follow behind Zhang Yu, a martial artist, so they helped each other up and silently followed behind.

The children, the frail women, and the honest men—they didn't want to be like those people who resorted to cannibalism, yet they wanted to survive. But the world offered them no way out, so they numbly followed behind Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu frowned and turned to look. The thirty-odd refugees were silently following him. They were all the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and children. If they stayed, they would only be eaten by the adult men.

The other person didn't say anything, just followed behind.

Zhang Yu thought about it and ultimately decided not to drive them away, but he also wouldn't offer to help them. How long they could hold out was up to fate.

Two days later, the woman holding the child collapsed to the ground. With her last bit of strength, she ran to Zhang Yu, pushed the child next to him, and then kowtowed three times.

The woman gritted her teeth, got up, glanced at the child, and then, with a thud, crashed into a large rock by the roadside and died.

Knowing she was going to die, she wanted to gamble on Zhang Yu's kindness to give her child a chance to live.

"You..." Zhang Yu looked at the woman who had died from hitting the rock and was furious.

But the other person is already dead, what else can he do?

"Mother, sob sob..." The child threw himself on the woman and cried loudly.

Zhang Yu glanced at it, said nothing, and turned to continue walking forward.

Li Yue felt a little reluctant, but after glancing at Zhang Yu's back, she ultimately said nothing and hurried after him.

When the four-year-old boy saw Zhang Yu leave, he remembered what his mother had told him before she died, so he got up and cried as he chased after Zhang Yu and the others.

Zhang Yu remained silent, and neither Li Yue nor Niu Mancang dared to help the little boy, letting him follow behind them with his short legs.

This journey took three hours.

The little boy fell countless times, his knees and feet were bleeding, and he was covered in injuries. At the same time, hunger made him dizzy and sleepy.

He dared not cry, silently shedding tears, not letting himself fall behind. He kept thinking of his mother's dying words: "Erdan, this martial arts master is kind-hearted. You must follow him; perhaps he can let you live."

"Promise me, Mother, I will definitely go with them."

Zhang Yu stopped and glanced at the little boy. It wasn't that he was heartless, but rather that in this perilous Western Wilderness, he himself could lose his life at any moment.

The three hours were a test he was putting on the little boy.

If the other party doesn't lose track of you and persists, then give them a chance to live.

"Xiaoyue, give him half a sesame seed cake," Zhang Yu said.

"Okay," Li Yue replied obediently, "My benefactor, I can take care of him from now on."

Zhang Yu glared at Li Yue.

In the following period of time, more and more refugees followed Zhang Yu. Because of Erdan's mother's example, many refugees who could not survive committed suicide in front of Zhang Yu in order to give their children a chance to live, and then abandoned their children to him.

"Damn it, are you trying to morally blackmail me? You're betting that my kindness will make me raise your kids? I'll roast these babies and eat them in a minute!" Zhang Yu roared in fury.

In just ten days, the number of children behind him reached thirteen, and that number is still increasing.

This can't go on any longer.

When they passed through another small town, he rented two carriages and sped away with Li Yue, Niu Mancang, and 13 children, leaving hundreds of refugees behind.

Finally, we're rid of them.

I'm still too kind.

Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the refugees behind him had not caught up.

That night, they spent one or two taels of silver to stay overnight in a small mountain village. Zhang Yu looked at the thirteen sleeping children and frowned slightly.

None of the thirteen had a destined destiny, and their aptitude and comprehension were all low and mediocre. As for why he accepted them? Because they all passed the test, following him for ten days without falling behind, eating half a cake every day.

Of course, many children also fall behind, and those who fall behind never catch up. The outcome for those who fall behind is obvious.

It's all fate!

Zhang Yu has limited abilities and limited funds, so this is all he can do to help.

That evening, after Li Yue and Niu Mancang had settled the children, Zhang Yu called them over.

Having spent this time together, Zhang Yu planned to accept the two of them as disciples tonight. The training of Iron Shirt martial arts had to be put on the agenda, as they were encountering more and more martial artists along the way as they got closer to Cangmang City.

"Li Yue, Niu Mancang." Zhang Yu looked at the two people in front of him.

"benefactor!"

"master!"

The two looked at Zhang Yu, wondering what he wanted to do so late at night.

"Do you two want to learn martial arts?" Zhang Yu asked.

"Yes!" Niu Mancang answered immediately. He wanted revenge; he had always wanted revenge.

Li Yue thought for a moment and said, "I will do whatever my benefactor asks me to do."

"I have a third-rate martial art called Iron Shirt here. You don't need to have high comprehension or talent, as long as you can endure hardship. Do you two want to learn it?" Zhang Yu said.

Niu Mancang knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.

"I want to learn, please teach me, sir."

Zhang Yu nodded slightly, then looked at Li Yue. Li Yue had a destiny of being tempered and refined. Although her aptitude was not as good as Niu Mancang's, as long as she persisted in cultivating, she might be able to push this Iron Shirt manual to an unimaginable level.

thump!

Li Yue also knelt down.

"Alright, today I will accept you as my disciples. Niu Mancang will be my senior brother, and Li Yue will be my junior sister. Kneel down." Zhang Yu made the final decision without any further words.

Boom!

The two kowtowed.

"Disciple Niu Mancang greets Master!"

"Disciple Li Yue greets Master!"

"Okay, get up," Zhang Yu said.

The system's voice sounded in my mind the next second.

[The host has accepted two apprentices and has gained 2 Master-Apprentice Points. These points will be distributed daily at midnight.]

"What the hell is Master-Disciple Value?" Zhang Yu was taken aback and hurriedly looked at the system panel.

Name: Zhang Yu

……

[Iron Shirt Technique - Beginner Level (1/10)]

[Mentor-Apprentice Value: 2 points. Mentor-apprentice value can be used to increase your own skill proficiency, or to increase your apprentice's skill proficiency.]

This……

Why didn't you say so earlier, system!

Zhang Yu was furious. If he had known about the master-disciple value, he would have taken Li Yue and Niu Mancang as his disciples ten days ago.

"The system misled me!"

He felt like he had lost a hundred million.