High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 105 Do you really think I'm an idiot? (Please subscribe)

After paying a one-yuan entrance fee, Chen Fan followed the flow of people into the fortress.

The Songjiabao area was a little quiet in the early morning, but it was still bustling with people.

A faint aroma wafted through the air—the smell of meat buns. Not far away, just five or six meters ahead, was a breakfast stall with a few tables.

Chen Fan thought for a moment, then went over and ordered a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, spending three yuan.

Prices were high, but thankfully things are different now; three yuan is nothing to worry about.

Sitting on the stool, he held a steamed bun in one hand, pretending to be in a daze, but actually gazing at the city wall and watching the man's back.

"What should we do next?"

Another problem lay before him.

The most direct way is naturally to find that person named Yang Xiaochun and ask him for clarification.

Judging from the other person's previous behavior, this person doesn't seem like an honest person; they are more or less cunning. Cunning people are probably not good people.

Polite words won't work with this kind of person; you have to put a knife to their neck and draw blood before they'll cooperate.

Of course, there is a hidden danger in doing this.

What if, what if the other person really is a good person? He genuinely didn't know their identities, and lying to his companions was simply to avoid trouble.

Then my approach was inappropriate.

Chen Fan frowned.

In my field of vision, Yang Xiaochun took out binoculars from his pocket and began to look around, while the others were either standing or looking down at the passing crowd.

After much deliberation, he still felt that it would be most convenient to ask him directly.

Pretend to be a villain and interrogate him about where he took the bandit's mount. Be sure to look fierce and menacing, and then make your next move based on his reaction.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the same abilities as Sister Meng Yu, so he could only take things one step at a time.

He sat there for almost an hour before he had to leave when the stall owner was about to pack up.

Fortunately, there were more people around at this time, including some street vendors.

"He won't stand on the city wall all day, will he?" Chen Fan's expression changed slightly.

He had to leave around 5 p.m., otherwise he would most likely be caught by the guards.

What's worse is that if there isn't a suitable opportunity today, he'll have to come back tomorrow, and if there isn't one tomorrow, he'll come back the day after.

This is all precious time!

If he had used it for martial arts practice, he probably would have broken through to the mid-stage of the Body Refinement realm long ago.

But what other options are there?

Chen Fan racked his brains, pondering deeply.

If we don't lure him over, who should we ask? And what reason should we give? Besides, I don't know Yang Xiaochun at all, so taking him to a secluded place doesn't seem realistic.

Then I can only hide and wait until night to see if there's an opportunity. If there is, even if I get caught and have to pay a fine, it'll be worth it.

Having made up his mind, he set off, deciding to first find the old man who sold the martial arts manuals. Although less than a day had passed, and he didn't know if the old man's stall had any more basic martial arts manuals, it wouldn't hurt to go and take a look.

As for buying blood rice and weapons, let's put that aside for now and buy them when we get back.

Crossing the main street and entering the alley, Chen Fan heard shouts all around him. He walked straight through and soon saw the familiar figure.

The old man sat on a stool, and whenever someone passed by, he would stand up and shout enthusiastically, but no one even bothered to look at him.

Whenever this happens, the old man will sit down grumbling, and then suddenly stand up again when someone passes by.

And so it goes, in a never-ending cycle.

I have to say, they really have thick skin.

"Ugh."

The old man sat back down on the stool, looked at the few secret manuals laid out in front of him, and sighed.

It seems that not many people are willing to buy my things anymore.

"It's all those people's fault."

Thinking of this, he thought angrily, "He's ruined my reputation. If this continues, I'll have to find another place."

But these days, finding a place to settle down isn't easy! People from those small villages outside dream of coming here to live.

"wrong!"

His eyes suddenly lit up. There are still good people in this world, just like that silly boy, who was the only person who was willing to spend money to buy his things a few days ago, and even bought them all.

If he moves away, where will we find such an easy fool?

"Ugh."

The old man sighed deeply, missing the silly boy's first day.

"uncle."

Just then, a sound rang out that nearly made him jump three feet off the stool.

"Young man, is that you?"

The old man's eyes were wide open like copper bells, and his lips trembled as he stared at Chen Fan in front of him.

"Hehe, it's me."

Chen Fan smiled, glanced at the five manuals displayed on the stall, and said with some disappointment, "Is this all?"

"I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly!"

The old man smiled broadly, "Young man, don't be fooled by the small number; every single one of them is a masterpiece."

"Yeah?"

Chen Fan glanced at them and saw that they were [One Finger Divine Skill], [Nine Palaces Sword Technique], [Seven Fiends Palm], [Innate Skill], and [Heavenly Blade Technique].

What he wanted was not the Thirteen Bodyguards' Horizontal Training and the Golden Bell Cover.

I was even more disappointed, but it was understandable, since he came too quickly.

In addition, the titles of these five books are quite sophisticated; it would be nice to have even one of them actually made.

"Sir, like last time, can I watch it once? Don't worry, I'll only watch half, I promise I won't watch more."

Chen Fan smiled.

"No problem, look at what you're saying. If you want to watch, do you think I'd stop you? But we've agreed, you can only watch half, okay?"

The old man rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He really didn't expect Chen Fan to come the next day. If he had known earlier, he would have worked overtime to write a few more books.

But then again, since this kid arrived so quickly, perhaps he lives near Songjiabao?

Does that mean I won't lack buyers in the future?

"That kid again?"

"He's here again?"

"Seriously? How can someone be so stupid? Wasn't being fooled once enough? Do they have to fall for it a second time?"

Those around were speechless.

Some of the vendors were incredibly envious, wishing they had a customer as clueless as the one in front of them.

"Go away, go away, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The old man was displeased upon hearing this, "These are all genuine products. If you don't know their value, then don't spout nonsense. It really is."

Then he smiled and looked at Chen Fan, palms out, pointing to the manual in front of him and said, "Little brother, ignore them, take a look, feel free."

Chen Fan squatted down and picked up the nearest book to read.

"Wow, young man, you have a good eye! You picked the best one here at a glance."

The old man slapped his thigh and said with a fawning expression, "This One-Finger Divine Skill is no simple matter. It can be used to strike the enemy's pressure points, or to sneak up on them from a distance. It can strike and then retreat, attack and then retreat. It is truly an unparalleled skill for defeating the enemy and protecting oneself!"

Of course, with such great results, the price will definitely be a bit higher, hehehe.

However, Chen Fan ignored him. If the old man's words could be believed, then pigs could fly. He flipped through several pages, and a bad feeling crept over him.

This "One-Finger Divine Skill" seems to be a fake?

After flipping through about half of the book, he put it down and picked up a second one.

"Oh dear, this is... the Nine Palaces Sword Technique!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose by more than ten decibels, "Young man, if you buy this sword technique, you'll make a fortune! Do you know why?"

Before Chen Fan could answer, he continued, "This sword technique has a total of eighty-one moves, including the Nine Palaces Body Technique and the Nine Palaces Palm Technique. In other words, you only paid for one set of techniques and bought three martial arts. To be honest, if it weren't for our connection, I would never have sold this sword technique to just anyone."

"Really? Then I should really thank you."

Chen Fan chuckled.

He scrolled through about a quarter of the page, but the skills still weren't displayed on the skill list.

This means that the manual in my hand is most likely fake. No matter how much the old man boasts, what's the use?

He flipped through two or three more pages, and after confirming that there was no doubt about it, he put it down and picked up the third manual.

It's still fake.

This made him look rather unpleasant.

I put it down, picked up the fourth book, and flipped through almost half of it, but there was no change at all in the skill bar.

Obviously, it's still fake.

Chen Fan put it down and looked at the last book, [Innate Skill].

Judging from the name, it should be a martial art that cultivates internal energy. Although his body has not yet reached the stage of generating internal energy, it is good to be prepared for the future.

There are five books in total. Four of them have been fake. This one should be real, right?

Thinking of this, he looked up at the old man.

The latter glanced to the side and then said enthusiastically, "Young brother, you don't like the first four books? Well, the first four are all external, only this Innate Skill is internal."

"If you practice it well, it can cure all diseases, regulate the balance of deficiency and excess, and even heal the most severe internal injuries. It's truly an essential item for home and travel."

"Let me take a look."

Chen Fan didn't dare to have high expectations, but he also felt that the old man wouldn't be so ruthless as to not have any of the five books.

Then he discovered that there really wasn't a single one.

His face darkened.

"Sir, how much would it cost if I bought all five of these books at once?"

"Cough cough."

The old man cleared his throat. "Young man, I'm sure you've noticed that these five books of mine, though few in number, are all unique secrets passed down only. Especially the Nine Palaces Sword Technique, one of them is stronger than three. So, if you want to buy them all, I'll give you a discount; it'll only cost you one hundred yuan."

"One hundred yuan."

Chen Fan read it out word by word, then sneered and said, "Sir, your price is double what I paid last time."

"Hi."

The old man looked wronged. "Young man, I've already said that this time the cultivation method is much better than the last one. Five books for 100 yuan is really cheap."

If you don't believe me, go ask the Mad Wind Martial Arts School next door. How much does it cost to learn one of their boxing styles? Several hundred yuan! And that doesn't even include food expenses.

Chen Fan was so angry he almost laughed.

He originally thought that since the last time both sides had a pleasant experience, the other party would at least show more sincerity next time.

After all, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that he intends to buy it long-term.

As it turns out, this old man really thought he was being ripped off? Not only were all the goods fake, but he also wanted to sell them to him at double the price.

Deceiving too much!

The old man noticed that the man was unhappy. He hesitated for a moment, then stamped his foot and said, "Fine, since you're a regular customer, I'll give you a discount of twenty or eighty yuan. You can take it all."

eighty?

How dare you ask for eighty?

You look like you're eighty!

Chen Fan had an urge to punch him, but thankfully he held back.

Firstly, if I hit this old man, I'll definitely be extorted for money, so it's not worth it.

Secondly, and most importantly, this old man definitely has a lot of genuine goods on him. He can't afford to ruin the relationship. Otherwise, it would be fine if he couldn't buy genuine goods at a cheap price anymore, but he'd be afraid of paying a high price and still not being able to buy them anywhere. That would be the biggest loss.

But I also need to let him know that I'm not a fool.

How should I put it?

(End of this chapter)