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Smiling, he watched as his young beggars and beggar children were herded like ducks to a nearby river. They took out branches they had prepared beforehand and used the river water to rinse their teeth.

According to him, they spend most of their daytime hours making a living, and they can't just drive away their sugar daddy with their breath; that would be too unlucky.

After cleaning themselves up, the young beggars and beggar children, though their clothes were tattered and their hair was disheveled, looked much more presentable with their clean faces and energetic spirits.

You should know that when he first transmigrated here, he was disgusted by the slovenliness of his little beggar subordinates.

It looks like he hasn't showered in half a year; the grime on his body and face must weigh several pounds!

You could pick lice out of their hair and body with a flick of your wrist, and they'd turn into little mud balls with a single swipe!

His tattered clothes were pitch black and emitted a strange, mixed odor with a strong sour smell.

Not only were the little beggars incredibly filthy, but the mountain god temple where they lived was also stinking and covered in excrement, leaving no place to even step.

With such poor hygiene, even a minor injury or illness could be fatal!

What he found most unacceptable was that, just as he was waking up, a mouse scurried across his face.

The damp, dry grass beneath me was teeming with all sorts of tiny insects; it was a truly unbearable sight!

You can imagine how terrible he must have felt at that time!

Ignoring his injuries, he forcefully ordered his young beggar subordinate to clean the area thoroughly.

To prevent attacks from snakes, insects, mosquitoes, and ants, more than ten kilograms of mugwort were burned!

Later, after his health improved rapidly, under his strong insistence, the little beggars under his command had no choice but to obediently abide by the hygiene regulations and dare not slack off!

Nima, Huarong Xiangtang is located in Yuezhou, which is a distinctly southern region.

In late spring and early summer, the temperature is not low and the river water temperature is just right. As long as you are careful, you can jump in and take a bath without any problems. However, I was too lazy to move even for a distance of less than 200 meters.

The original owner could tolerate such a slovenly environment, but Jia Huan couldn't.

To put it bluntly, if you're clean and tidy, you can earn a few more coins even if you go begging on the street.

After the little beggars finished washing up, they stood obediently in the open space in front of the mountain god temple.

Jia Huan stood at the very front, facing the little beggars who stood ramrod straight.

"Everyone, follow me and practice boxing! Everyone needs to be alert and not slack off!"

With a shout, he unleashed a set of Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) with fluid, graceful movements.

If people saw this martial arts technique, they would be utterly astonished.

Because Jia Huan's Taizu Long Fist has reached a level of unparalleled mastery.

Every move is as fluid as flowing water, and the transitions of power within it are all smooth and effortless.

Based solely on the power of Taizu Changquan in his hands, he could barely be considered a mediocre figure in the martial arts world.

There was no other way; the original body's foundation was simply too weak, and its physique had only just recovered. At this point, being able to deal with seven or eight strong men with its bare hands was already quite impressive.

His young beggars had been under his tutelage for almost three months, and they were now practicing the Taizu Changquan moves with great skill and precision, even the youngest child, a three-year-old, was doing so.

Because of his young age, he didn't have much practical combat power, but his moves and routines were quite standard.

Jia Huan's goal was not to give them strong combat power at this time, that was unrealistic.

It's not about training their martial arts foundation, but also about improving their physical fitness!

Being a second-class disciple of the Beggars' Sect has this advantage: you get to be exposed to a lot of common martial arts techniques.

If you're willing to learn, and a senior Beggars' Sect disciple is willing to teach you, mastering decent external martial arts skills isn't difficult.

No matter what, the Beggars' Sect is a large martial arts sect with a history of hundreds of years. Even if it has declined now, its profound foundation is still there, and it does not lack basic martial arts skills.

If you want to learn more advanced martial arts, you'll need to carry more bags!

After practicing Taizu Changquan twice, and once the little beggars' bodies were fully warmed up, their morning exercise was considered over.

Next, it's time for breakfast!

How could little beggars have had such an opportunity before?

These are all habits that Jia Huan brought with him after he transmigrated.

Regardless, having a hot meal in the morning will give you the energy and spirit to go to the county town to make a living.

"Time for soup! One bowl and half a steamed bun for everyone. Don't fight over it!"

Jia Huan stood aside, while the young beggar busied himself with eating.

Some were taking bowls, some were distributing steamed buns, some were pouring soup, and many more were restraining the children from disrupting the mealtime order.

"It tastes really bitter!"

The young beggars, along with a dozen or so other beggar children, under Jia Huan's personal supervision, reluctantly drank a bellyful of bitter hot soup while also finishing half a steamed bun.

Although the soup tasted bitter, it warmed me up and made me feel incredibly comfortable once it entered my stomach.

The little beggars, unaware of the benefits, roused themselves and bid farewell to Jia Huan, heading to the county town to make a living.

Cough cough, actually it's just begging!

With Jia Huan's abilities, he could naturally enable them to have a normal livelihood and support themselves.

But right now, we don't have the ability to protect ourselves, so we can only honestly follow the rules of the Beggars' Sect.

Of course, Jia Huan modified his begging methods to suit the psychology of the people of Huarong, so that he wouldn't be so humble as to be reduced to begging in the mud.

With so few men under his command, it's clear that he, a second-in-command of the Beggars' Sect and a minor leader at the Mountain God Temple, was in dire straits, ranking at the bottom among the minor leaders of the incense hall.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be without a single adult Beggar Clan disciple under his command!

After seeing all his underlings off, Jia Huan took a bamboo pole and went to a clearing in the nearby woods to formally practice martial arts.

None of his underlings complained about his 'lazy' behavior.

For no other reason than that Jia Huan was able to find wild game, wild vegetables, and fresh fish, shrimp, eels, and other such things in the woods and rivers from time to time, which provided the most solid logistical support for the mountain god temple's residence.

Regardless of whether the underlings have made enough money begging in the county town, at least they can have a hot soup with some oil when they come back at night, which is quite good.

woohoo hoo...

He wielded a set of Taizu staff techniques with great skill and brilliance.

Although it's the simplest stick technique, he can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary in his hands.

Without a sturdy staff, he still managed to wield a lighter bamboo pole with great skill.

Even the Taizu staff technique, wielded with bamboo poles, possesses a certain lightness and elegance, while simultaneously being sharp and ruthless, ever-changing and unpredictable.

With his martial arts skills, he could still master a simple set of Taizu staff techniques.

With the bamboo pole in hand, his true combat strength has already successfully entered the third tier of the martial arts world.

At least, he's stronger than all the other disciples of Mount Hua after the story of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer began, except for Linghu Chong and Lao Denuo. He's confident he can defeat them one-on-one!

After completing a set of Taizu staff techniques, Jia Huan felt refreshed and invigorated.

After tidying up, I prepared to prepare some wild game and pick some common herbs to quickly improve my physical fitness.

The martial arts world, where heroes reign supreme, is far from peaceful!

He hadn't forgotten that his boss was a ticking time bomb.

Sometimes, people can't stand being nagged.

Just as he was thinking of Wu Xiangzhu, he heard a rustling sound from the edge of the woods, and then Wu Xiangzhu and a man with a fierce aura appeared in front of him in a disheveled state.

"Quickly, Jia Huan, stop the guys behind you!"

When Wu Xiangzhu saw Jia Huan, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly started shouting.

After saying that, he panicked and tried to run behind Jia Huan to escape.

As for the fierce man accompanying him, he immediately took off running, much faster than Wu Xiangzhu.

"Master Wuxiang, what's wrong with you?"

Jia Huan's eyes flashed, and he took a step forward to meet him, his face full of astonishment.

The next moment, from the direction the two had come from, a fine steel longsword, carrying a fierce and ruthless aura, flew swiftly like lightning, instantly piercing the fierce man through the heart.

"Get out of my way!"

Wu Xiangzhu was so shocked that his eyes widened in horror. In his haste, he showed no mercy and slapped Jia Huan across the face.

The palm strike was fierce; if you were hit, the consequences would be dire.

Jia Huan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't make any move. His face was full of shock, as if he had been scared out of his wits.

But the next moment, Wu Xiangzhu suddenly groaned, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his originally fierce hand went limp.

The medication is taking effect!

Jia Huan naturally knew what was going on, but his face was full of panic and disbelief.

"Die, you villain!"

Another longsword made of fine steel flew out from the forest, piercing Wu Xiangzhu through the chest and killing him instantly!

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