Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 21: On Duty
The next day, early in the morning, Yang Jing arrived at the martial arts school.

As always, he arrived earliest among all the disciples.

Many disciples felt that he had exhausted his potential and that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to break through to the Dark Force level. They thought he should find a way out as soon as possible, and that it would be foolish for him to keep practicing martial arts at the martial arts school.

These opinions of others could not shake Yang Jing's resolve in the slightest.

The panel's effectiveness has been proven.

He only needs to practice his martial arts and skills to the limit to break through to a higher realm without any bottlenecks.

This means that although his cultivation speed is slow, given time, he will definitely be able to go very high and very far.

After Yang Jing practiced for half an hour, more and more disciples gradually appeared in the front yard of the martial arts school.

Fourth Senior Brother Liu Maolin also arrived. Seeing Yang Jing still focused on practicing martial arts as before, his eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded gently. Then he took off his shirt, walked to Yang Jing's side, and said with a smile, "Junior Brother, you've been practicing quite diligently."

Upon hearing the voice, Yang Jing immediately withdrew his fist, turned around, and smiled, saying, "Fourth Senior Brother is here."

“Come on, lend a hand.” Liu Maolin assumed a boxing stance, his eyes narrowing. “Let me see how solid your strength is.”

Yang Jing didn't hesitate either, lowering his waist and dropping his elbows, unfolding the starting stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist: "Please instruct me, senior brother."

The moment their fists clashed, it was clear who was superior.

Liu Maolin's punches looked effortless, but when they landed, they carried a sticky force. Yang Jing's Ming Jin was fierce and powerful, but he always managed to deflect it with a gentle touch.

"Pay attention to your waist and hips."

Liu Maolin flicked his wrist, dodging Yang Jing's punch, and lightly tapped his waist with his fingertip. "The Bengshan Fist emphasizes 'remaining unmoved even when a mountain collapses in front of you.' Your steps are too unsteady; your foundation isn't solid, so your power dissipates."

Yang Jing's heart stirred, and he adjusted his footwork as instructed, and sure enough, he felt his lower body become much more stable.

As he threw another punch, Liu Maolin suddenly changed his move, his fist grazing Liu Maolin's ribs, the force of which made Liu Maolin's skin go numb: "Ming Jin (manifested strength) not only has to be hard, but also has to know how to retract it. It's like driving a pile; you not only have to drive it deep, but you also have to be able to retract the force, otherwise you won't have any follow-up power for the next punch."

As he spoke, he demonstrated, and as his internal energy circulated within him, his clothes billowed slightly, and the wind from his punches sent the broken grass on the ground spinning in a whirl.

Yang Jing watched intently, memorizing every detail, and suddenly realized, "So the process from Ming Jin to An Jin is hidden in the release and contraction."

The two exchanged over a hundred moves, with Liu Maolin always holding back seven-tenths of his strength, allowing Yang Jing to gain an even more thorough understanding of the second level of boxing principles.

As he finished his final move, Yang Jing, panting, had an astonishingly bright look in his eyes: "Thank you, Senior Brother! I think I understand what 'internal force penetrates the muscles' means!"

Liu Maolin smiled and handed over the cloth, saying, "It's good that you understand. Martial arts is like climbing a mountain; there's a view at every step. Don't rush, climb slowly."

Yang Jing nodded.

Liu Maolin unscrewed the water pouch and handed it to Yang Jing. After watching Yang Jing gulp down most of it, he slowly asked, "Junior brother, how's your temporary assignment going?"

Yang Jing handed the water bag back, shaking his head helplessly. "Several companies have contacted me, but they only offer seven or eight taels per month. I want to wait and see. If it doesn't work out, I'll have to choose one from among them."

Liu Maolin frowned upon hearing this. "Junior brother, you have just entered the Ming Jin realm, and this is the time to lay a solid foundation. You cannot neglect either dietary supplements or medicinal supplements."

After a slight pause, he continued, "You know, my family runs a medicine shop and sells medicinal herbs. We often have to transport herbs, and occasionally we run into some petty thieves. My father is looking for a reliable martial artist to help look after and escort them. He won't need to go more than a few times a month; he'll mainly be there to keep things under control."

"I'd like to invite you to work as a guest at my family's clinic. You'll make two trips a month to pick up medicinal herbs, and your monthly allowance will be ten taels of silver. In addition, my family's clinic storeroom has some wild animal meat, and I'll give you ten catties of bear meat every month. What do you think?"

After Liu Maolin finished speaking, his gaze fell intently on Yang Jing.

After getting to know Yang Jing over the past few months, he has a very good impression of him. Yang Jing is focused, down-to-earth, and conscientious in his work. Moreover, he has a kind of resilience. Even when he is criticized by many people, he remains calm and composed.

Yang Jing has qualities that inspire confidence.

Even if he makes no further progress in martial arts, he is still worth the price. After all, even many geniuses favored by major families may not be able to open the door to Dark Force, while Yang Jing is already at the Bright Force level.

A martial artist of superior character is worth more than ten taels of silver and ten catties of bear meat per month.

The Liu family is in the business of medicinal herbs, which involves the escort of precious medicinal herbs. Therefore, they place great importance on the character and integrity of the escorts.

Yang Jing looked up at Liu Maolin, his eyes filled with surprise.

Ten taels of silver? That's two or three taels more than the monthly allowance offered by the other companies that have invited him to take up temporary positions.

More importantly, there is an extra ten kilograms of bear meat every month, which can be considered as a form of financial assistance in addition to the temporary posting.

As far as Yang Jing knew, the price of wild animal meat was outrageously high.

Taking bear meat as an example, the price per pound would be over five hundred coins, which is close to one tael of silver per pound.

The braised bear meat he ate at Jufulou last time made Yang Jing feel that his cultivation progressed extremely quickly afterward.

If he could receive ten catties of bear meat every month, and also buy some wild beast meat himself, his speed in breaking through to the Dark Force level would definitely be much faster.

"This is too valuable." Yang Jing had to admit that he was indeed tempted.

But it was precisely because Liu Maolin and he were so close that he hesitated even more.

Liu Maolin was mostly trying to find ways to help him.

“Junior brother, don’t think I’m being polite or deliberately offering you a high price. You can ask around yourself; this is the price our Liu family offers for guards and retainers.”

Liu Maolin patted Yang Jing on the shoulder and said, "Besides, when you help the pharmacy transport medicine, you sometimes encounter robbers. This is real money earned through your own skills, not free money. Furthermore, with a skilled practitioner like you, my family's medicinal materials will have more security. It's a win-win situation."

Seeing that Yang Jing was still hesitant, Liu Maolin smiled and said, "If you feel bad about it, just practice your skills more thoroughly so that you won't let us down if we encounter any trouble in the future."

Looking into Liu Maolin's sincere eyes, Yang Jing smiled too, and the slight hesitation in his heart gradually dissipated.

He knew how rare this opportunity was, not only because of the monthly allowance of ten taels of silver, but also because of the ten catties of precious wild beast meat, all of which would play a crucial role in his future martial arts training.

He took a deep breath and solemnly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Upon seeing Yang Jing agree, Liu Maolin immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha, that's right. This afternoon I'll take you to the clinic to meet my father. There's a batch of medicinal herbs to be delivered to the outskirts of the city tomorrow; it's not dangerous. You can come along and familiarize yourself with the route."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jing nodded solemnly.

in the afternoon.

Yangjia Village, Wazi Township.

Grandpa Yang was squatting in front of the main room, smoking his pipe.

Liu Cuiling was tidying up the dishes by the stove.

Grandmother Qin was wiping some farm tools in the yard.

The courtyard was quiet at the moment, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the branches.

The three of them would occasionally glance at the sturdy ox in the corner of the yard.

Liu Cuiling came out of the kitchen, looked at the brand-new quilt on the cow's back, and frowned again.

"What exactly is the Ning family up to?"

Madam Qin sighed, "Sending a cow here for no reason makes me uneasy."

“Who says otherwise?” Liu Cuiling chimed in. “They were all menacing just a while ago, and now they’re all smiles. Is there some kind of good deal? Maybe they’ve dug a pit for us to fall into.”

Old Master Yang tapped his pipe and said in a deep voice, "It's a good cow, but what about its origin?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the worry in his eyes was clear.

The two acres of farmland north of the village were still a worry, and now with this ox, it feels like a heavy stone is pressing down on them.

They knew all too well that, given the stingy nature of the Ning family patriarch, he would never give them, the peasants, any benefits for nothing.

Just then, the village peddler Yang Laosan's voice rang out from outside the courtyard gate: "Aunt Yang, there's news for your family!"

(End of this chapter)