Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 322: Winning over, people from Taiping County
There was a hint of surprise in Shen Qing's eyes. He didn't expect Wu Sheng to be able to see through his thoughts so quickly.

After a moment's silence, he asked directly, "What kind of martial arts do you want?"

Wu Sheng said, "The Wu family once had a martial art called Tongming Fist, which is said to be derived from the official martial arts. I have never had the opportunity to practice it in the Wu family. If possible, I would like to learn related martial arts. I wonder if you have any?"

Shen Qing couldn't help but smile.

What a coincidence! He remembered that there really was such a martial art in the martial arts hall in the county city, and even the names were very similar.

"There is a martial arts book called Tongming Banshan Fist. It mainly focuses on moving mountains with internal force. The fist strength is concentrated to the extreme. Once it is performed, it is like a mountain collapsing, and it is indestructible. I wonder if it is similar to the Tongming Fist you mentioned?"

Wu Sheng's face was slightly stunned. He just wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect Shen Qing to actually have it and say it right away.

He said in surprise: "These two boxing books sound the same."

Shen Qing was not a person who liked to procrastinate. He said directly: "That's good. I will give you a copy of the rubbings later. You can study it here first, and return it to me and burn it after you have mastered it."

Wu Sheng knelt on one knee and thanked him: "Thank you for your help, sir."

He was actually a little curious about why Shen Qing had this martial arts book and was so familiar with it, but he just thought that Shen Qing had some magical powers and did not think about it in the direction of spiritual awareness and photographic memory.

After all, as warriors, they only practice qi and body when practicing martial arts, not their brains.

"Wait outside the door for a moment."

"Yes." Wu Sheng didn't know what Shen Qing was going to do. He thought that there were other valuable items hidden in his study that were not convenient to show to others. Without thinking too much, he immediately turned around and walked out of the study, closing the door behind him.

He stood at the door, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, his heart was in turmoil. He felt a little bit expectant, but also a little worried about his future fate.

The martial arts book he got today was essentially something Shen Qing wanted to give him intentionally, and he could guess that the reason Shen Qing did this was to keep him, win over people's hearts, and make him work for him.

I’m afraid it will be unlikely to escape in the future.

In the study, after Wu Sheng left, Shen Qing took down the four treasures of the study from the sandalwood shelf.

He took out a piece of fine rice paper from a stack of fine rice paper, spread it flat on the table, and pressed one side of it with a paperweight as white as mutton-fat jade.

Shen Qing ground the ink slowly, and the ink on the inkstone gradually became thicker.

While grinding the ink, he closed his eyes and concentrated, constantly recalling the details of the Tongming Banshan Fist.

After a while, he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, held the pen over the paper, and his eyes became extremely focused at this moment.

He began to copy the Tongming Banshan Fist.

In the study, the rustling sound of pen tip rubbing against paper could be heard.

Time passed little by little, and when the last stroke was completed, Shen Qing waved his sleeves lightly, and a hot spiritual power overflowed from his palm and wrapped around the papers.

In an instant, the ink was dried by this spiritual power.

He aligned the papers with a wave of his hand, pinched them with his fingers, and used his spiritual power to form a book.

"come in."

Standing at the door, Wu Sheng only felt that some time had passed. He gently pushed the door open and his eyes fell on Shen Qing's figure.

Shen Qing was not vague. He gently picked up the bound Tongming Banshan Fist secret book on the table and handed it to Wu Sheng, admonishing him: "The martial arts are ready. You should practice in the mansion in the future. Don't take this martial arts book out of the mansion, and don't spread it outside."

Wu Sheng took the martial arts secret book and a strange emotion appeared in his eyes.

Those martial arts that were difficult to obtain in the past appeared in front of him so easily, which made him feel unreal. Now that he had this martial art, the panacea and the wish beads would be useful to him. In the future, he could find an opportunity to break through the Qi Sea Realm and make further progress.

He said nothing more, and solemnly said, "Wu Sheng thanks you, sir."

After saying this, Wu Sheng did not hesitate. He found a quiet corner in the study, sat cross-legged, opened the secret book, and began to practice seriously.

The study room was once again quiet, with only the occasional muffled exhalation from Wu Sheng as he comprehended new moves, and the subtle sound of spiritual energy flowing in his body.

Shen Qing watched silently from the side, and couldn't help but feel a little expectant about Wu Sheng.

Nowadays, the people he trusts most are Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi.

Unfortunately, their foundation is too poor. Even with the support of official martial arts resources, they have only reached the level of stretching and strengthening bones, and are still one step away from the state of nourishing qi.

If you want to continue to improve your cultivation, it will still take some time.

Therefore, there are not many people available around him.

Wu Sheng is a knowledgeable person, and according to his observation, his character is also acceptable. He is someone who can be cultivated and won over.

As long as they have his help and are blessed with cultivation resources in the future, both he and the people around him will have a promising future.

……

Outside the gate of Yongzhou, a beggar approached the city with a broken bowl and a shiny bamboo stick.

Although it was winter, he was wearing thin clothes and his thin body was shivering in the cold wind.

The beggar staggered and stopped at the city gate with difficulty. He looked up at the mottled city wall, a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "Finally I've reached Yongzhou..."

Before he finished speaking, two lines of tears had already quietly slid down.

He wiped away his tears, and even though his clothes were already tattered, he still tidied them up and walked towards the city gate with the others.

There was no entrance fee in Yongzhou, so the old beggar entered the city without any hindrance.

When he entered the city and saw the rows of shops and the bustling crowds, he couldn't help but sigh: "It is indeed a county town, far from a small place like Taiping County. I will definitely be able to settle down here."

He walked forward and asked everyone he met along the way: "Excuse me, is there anyone here who needs help writing letters or doing accounts?"

However, passers-by either hurried past or cast disdainful glances, and no one responded.

He was kicked out of some shops before he even entered, let alone given a chance.

Just when he was about to give up, a pedestrian passed by and the conversation between the two people floated into his ears.

"I heard that Lord Shen's house is looking for servants, and the requirements are quite high. Do you want to give it a try?"

"Of course we have to try. Everyone knows that the Shen family is at its peak right now. Mr. Shen is still young and his future is definitely limitless. If we can get in now, we will definitely be able to make a living and won't starve to death."

"The Shen family?"

The old beggar's heart quickened when he heard this, and for some reason he thought of the family in his old village.

"Go and try your luck. Even if you can't become an accountant, you can become an old servant and eat some leftovers. I have fallen to this point, so I don't care about being polite anymore."

After thinking for a while, the old beggar put the broken bowl in his pocket, asked for the direction of the Shen family mansion, and walked quickly.

(End of this chapter)