Advance the future and become a martial saint on earth!

Chapter 5 Is there really no way to seek martial arts? In the midst of an extremely difficult situation, a ray of hope emerges!
However, not long after.

The pride that Ji Xiu had just felt was like falling into an ice cellar.

"Privately teaching martial arts without filing is a serious crime."

After taking a mouthful of the Shaoxing rice cake, Qin Biao grinned.

Opposite him, sat Ji Xiu on a mat.

I lowered my head to look at the meal in front of me, which I had spent a lot of money on, a plate of boiled chicken, pork elbow with garlic slices, smashed cucumber, a plate of broad beans, and several very solid-looking flatbreads.

The glutton that had been aroused was quietly put to rest as Qin Biao swallowed gulps of food without thinking about his words.

At this moment, his mood gradually fell to the bottom.

"Only those martial artists who have been successfully admitted to the yamen and have been included in the 'military register' are qualified to open schools to teach disciples and write martial arts. For others, if their stories are leaked, they will be beheaded."

"Where are the cheap, common goods? Can I get you two books so you can study and practice on your own?"

"You, you should give up this idea as soon as possible."

It's chilly.

On both sides of the ancient and dilapidated streets, old locust trees swayed gently in the morning breeze.

In this world, he finally had the chance to enjoy some meat, but because of these messages, Ji Xiu completely lost the desire to enjoy it.

"Is there no other way?"

Still unwilling to give up, Ji Xiu spoke.

He was obviously lucky, had some money, and had a chance to change his fate. Could it be that a few words could make him throw it all away? !

Of course not!
It seemed as if he saw the determination in Ji Xiu's eyes, and that he was holding on to the wooden table with two corners that were polished smooth, until they were so rough that they almost rubbed his fingers.

Qin Biao stopped swallowing and looked calm. He knew very well what this boy was thinking.

But thinking is just thinking after all.

If you daydream, you can become a "qi master" who can control the qi to leave the body and walk on water, or even a "martial arts legend" who can block the river and fly into the sky.
Then warriors would have been everywhere long ago.

Qin Biao casually pulled up his sleeves to wipe his mouth and said:

"This is an iron rule."

"At least, in Anning County, even if there are some shameful, illegal black markets or gray markets, you basically won't see these things."

"This is more costly than selling illegal salt!"

"When practicing swordplay or boxing, you have to cultivate some bad temper."

"When they have the skills, but are neither high nor low, and have no good jobs to do, do you think these half-baked warriors will be willing to work in brothels, mines, or be vendors in the firewood market?"

"Which low-class peasant hasn't dreamed of turning his life around?"

"But if martial arts become common, everyone will practice a few moves. It will be ok in the government offices, but in the county offices and farms below, it will be a mess. People will draw their swords at the slightest disagreement, and the police will not be able to handle it."

"only"

Qin Biao suddenly sighed:

"If you insist,

"As long as you have enough money, there are people who can teach you martial arts in those small martial arts schools and low-class gangs, but..."

"Brother, I'm an experienced person. Listen to my advice. Even if you learn it, what will happen?"

"You can't change your fate."

"Harmful."

At this point, his thick eyebrows that looked like bags under his eyes suddenly gave way to a look of frustration, and he laughed at himself:

"Not everyone can master martial arts, pass the threshold of 'entry', and become a true warrior."

"How difficult is that?"

"And even if you have a secret manual, it's useless. The master teaches you a few tricks, but if you don't understand, you just go back and practice blindly. If you can get the hang of it after a few years, that's considered great."

"Like your brother, I was unwilling to give up back then. After training for so long, I am still just a shabby farmer who can only guard houses for others."

He had drunk too much morning wine, and his face showed drunkenness and unwillingness.
But more of them just accept their fate:
"Anning County is so big, you can go to any of the famous martial arts schools. You can also go to any of the small boxing schools that offer ordinary martial arts for a fee of more than ten silver coins a month."

"But what can we learn from that? Most of them are just to defraud poor people like us."

"If you don't offer tens or hundreds of taels of silver, serve tea, and worship your master, who would teach you the true teachings and enter the secret martial arts for no reason?"

"Besides, you have to train horses all day long. There is only so much free time, and no one to guide you. You can only figure it out on your own."

“You can’t practice it.”

"If you have that kind of money, listen to my elder brother's advice and find a maid to live with. A wife, children and a warm bed are better than anything else. It's always better."

He wanted to say something, but hesitated and never finished.

A dozen taels of silver for one month of study.

Dozens or even hundreds of taels are needed to learn the true teachings.
Ji Xiu scratched his fingers on the wooden table, his face turned black, and he almost couldn't help cursing.

Practicing martial arts was even more demanding than he thought.

You know, he sold himself and put a label on the house called "An Ning Lin's House" to make a living, and he only sold himself for three taels of money to settle down!
After that, he could earn three or four hundred yuan every month by working hard, which was considered "good" compared to working hard in the firewood market or kiln, or being a sedan chair bearer, doing manual labor.

Even so, if there is no unexpected wealth, it will take several years to save up enough money to take a gamble and learn some martial arts.

It sounds okay.

But as the old saying goes, a poor scholar can become rich in martial arts. Let’s not even talk about what you can actually learn from your one month of boxing and kicking.

Just talking about the consumption of practicing martial arts and swinging a sword, it is not something that ordinary people can afford. As for this table full of dishes, if it weren't for the purpose of extracting some information from Qin Biao, Ji Xiu would not have been so extravagant.

The two of them spent fifty or sixty dollars on the meal, enough to buy several pounds of pork or some brown rice and noodles from the market!
Before, the cakes that were hard on his teeth and mixed with sawdust only cost one dollar each.

How can anyone eat this for every meal?

No wonder the kiln workers were busy burning fires all year round, and the sedan chair pullers broke their backs from exhaustion.

The fishermen and butchers who chopped firewood in the East Market and the West Streets, whose bodies were covered in the smell of fish and blood, have been coming and going for three generations without much change.

I have never heard of any kid who, after entering a martial arts school, was transformed into a member of a big sect and rose to prominence.

The most, the most,
There are a few exceptions who have learned martial arts, joined gangs, and become police officers, and this can be considered a turnaround.

He is so unlucky.

Mostly, that's it.

Ji Xiu originally thought that Lin Ruyue gave him five taels of silver. If everything went well, he would be able to get two martial arts secret manuals, advance one or two, and from then on he would be able to rise to prominence and dominate the world.

But now it seems
The dynasties, rivers and lakes, clans, and forces of this world!
The control over the "classics" has reached an outrageous level!
With one thing after another chained together, how can you just turn over?

"Brother, I know you mean well."

"but"

“I still want to give it a try.”

Ji Xiu gritted his teeth and took out a small piece of silver from his pocket.

According to the price, it could be exchanged for "one thousand coins", which was a huge sum of money for a groom like him, or even a security guard like Qin Biao.

"I was unfamiliar with the Lin residence these few days, and I relied on my brother to take care of me. I was able to receive Miss Lin's reward that day thanks to your reminder, otherwise I might not have gotten it."

"What happens today, regardless of whether it succeeds or not in the future"

"Here's the money."

"Show me the way."

Ji Xiu stood up, clasped his fists, and looked at me with a burning gaze.

Qin Biao picked up a large pancake, scrambled some chopped pork elbow, garlic cucumber, mixed them together and put them into his mouth.

When he saw this piece of silver, which was almost worth one or two taels, he was choked.

He looked at the table full of food, then at the small piece of silver. His eyes brightened and he sobered up a little.

"You really don't give up."

Qin Biao put down his chopsticks and raised his hand.

But he hesitated and did not take the money:
"Take the silver back. I really want it if you add some more."

"But I can't teach you the martial arts that were passed down from others, and I've eaten your meal for free, so it's not appropriate to charge you for it."

"But if you insist..."

"If you want to practice martial arts, there is indeed a lower threshold."

"Anning County is very large. Many of the 'warriors' who had crossed the border in their early years returned home when they got old."

"Some people never comprehend the mysteries of true martial arts throughout their lives, and their skills are not strong enough."

"Before you can become a 'Qigong master', you can't lock the Qi and blood, and you have to follow the principle of 'young and strong are better at boxing'. Once you open a martial arts school, if you can't control the scene, you will be giving money away in vain, destroying your own reputation and losing your integrity in your later years."

"so,"

"If you want to find these old boxers and martial artists who have some skills but cannot stand in the county, go and offer them some tea."

"Maybe if I spend a few taels of silver, I can figure out some tricks."

"It's just cheap, there aren't many good ones."

"I, your brother, have practiced external martial arts for more than ten years, and I have made a step into the realm of martial arts. I can break stones and split rocks with my weapons. Although I cannot exert 'strength' with my bare hands, those old and frail guys may not be much stronger than me if we really fight them."

"Um"

Qin Biao pondered for a moment, then suddenly, under the influence of alcohol, punched:
"But there is one exception."

"I heard that there is a one-armed warrior named Duan near the 'fire kiln' at the east end of the county. He came to Anning from outside a few years ago and served as the head of the city for two years. After he stepped down, he has been living in seclusion. It seems that he has real skills."

"There was a rumor that he was as strong as the average martial arts master!"

"only"

"This person has a strange temper. He is playing tricks in his own yard. He is not like the money-grubbing type."

"It is said that only those who pass his assessment can be determined to be a potential martial artist and qualified to pay to learn martial arts."

"If you can't pass it, I won't accept it no matter how much money you give me."

"If you really want to practice some real skills, you can give it a try."

"Even if it doesn't work, I can still save a lot of money."

Qin Biao had just finished speaking while still being a little drunk.

Ji Xiu has already said this word for word.
All recorded in my heart.

"Chengdong, is this Dutou Duan?"

He clenched his fists.

Then, I made a decision in my heart.

(End of this chapter)