Early the next morning, Jiang Yang came out to hang out, intending to explore the points where he could learn martial arts in the capital.

He didn't think about any gangs or the like, he was originally looking for a decent place to cover up his martial arts, but if he went in, he wouldn't be able to wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

You can consider contacting it in the future, forget it now.

He didn't think about the Great Martial Arts Pavilion, it was too troublesome, and he had to have a lot of just to get started, and he didn't have any money.

What he likes the most are those small martial arts halls that don't have many people, the fees are low, and there are not so many requirements, but the martial arts taught are really not good, but he is not really here to learn kung fu, no matter what he does.

As long as he has a regular license issued by the government, he is satisfied.

But the biggest difficulty now is not this, but Jiang Yang's life is not familiar, so it is quite difficult for him to find such a martial arts hall.

That's when you need a local guide.

According to common sense, Jiang Yang should go to a place like a restaurant where information circulates relatively quickly, but he didn't, and instead walked towards the slum at the corner of the capital.

No matter which capital is in Anguo, there will be rich and poor, and if there are many people in the capital, there will naturally be no shortage of poor people.

It's just that they can only squat in the corner to barely survive, unless a child soars into the sky, and can take that family out of the slum, the chances are pitiful.

For so many years, there are few people who can really come out.

Jiang Yang came here with his own considerations, because the children here all want to get ahead, so in terms of high-quality and inexpensive martial arts halls and schools, he believes that there is no better information channel than here.

These people in the dark are a group of people who are extremely eager for light, and never underestimate the heart that lives a miserable life but hopes that the son will become a dragon, as well as the struggle of the little people.

Syllable......

The environment in the slums is extremely poor, full of dilapidated houses, and some of them are just thatched houses.

The ground is also extremely dark in color, and sewage is still accumulated in many places, and most of the people I meet are thin and thin, which is obviously caused by long-term malnutrition.

Therefore, Jiang Yang's appearance as a scholar in a green shirt looks very eye-catching here and has attracted the attention of a large number of people.

"What you call hell may be someone else's paradise. For some reason, he remembered this sentence.

"You ...... Who knows where the cheap and remote martial arts hall in the capital is, and the person who answered will belong to him with these ten copper coins. Jiang Yang shouted loudly.

Ten copper coins, you can buy a full twenty steamed buns here, which is a lot of wealth for these people in the slums.

In an instant, countless eyes converged on him, and many people showed greedy looks in their eyes.

You know, the slum is also a chaotic place, the government will not care about it, and there are many people who usually die fighting for food or money.

Jiang Yang knew that many people were already thinking about how to kill him, and there was a sneer in his heart.

The wretched will have something to hate.

With his strength, there is nothing to be afraid of, besides, he has always been at the corner of the street, and he can turn into a bustling street a few steps behind, even if he has no martial arts, he can definitely run away.

"You'd better think clearly, if you annoy me, you won't get a penny!"

A sharp sword stood quietly on the ground, the cold light shining, it was the frost magic sword.

Jiang Yang also escaped the disaster back then, he knew that once a person reached a desperate situation, he would do anything.

At this time, only the fist is the most real, and everything else is nothingness.

Sure enough, even though Jiang Yang looked weak, the deterrent power of a sharp sword was still great, and immediately the eyes of a group of people showed fear.

An iron sword is a great weapon to deal with these emaciated poor people.

They may be outnumbered, but these people are unorganized and undisciplined, and no one wants to be the first to die.

"I know, but I'm going to walk up to you and tell you!" a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy squeezed out of the crowd and ran over as he shouted.

"Okay, let's go over there and say, I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise you will know the consequences. Jiang Yang flashed the sword in his hand and inserted it back into the scabbard.

said that it was a scabbard, but it was actually a thick wooden box, and he had no money to customize the scabbard, and he was essentially a poor ghost, at most much better than the people here, and he could eat enough.

"Say, this is the street, you take the money and spend it, and if you use it, they won't do anything to you. Jiang Yang knew that this young man was afraid that he would be robbed of the money if he got it.

"There is a Shiyun Martial Arts Pavilion in Beicheng, which is cheap, and it only costs ten copper coins to get started, but the owner of the hall is older. The boy's voice was hoarse.

"Yes, it seems that you are also going to get started, so I deliberately told me about this martial arts hall, I don't believe it is such a coincidence, it happens to be this ten texts. Jiang Yang stared at the young man's swarthy face with a smile.

"If you don't think so, I'll tell you about other martial arts halls. The boy was unusually calm.

"No need, give you this money, I'll leave first, and do whatever you want. Jiang Yang threw ten cents to the young man, and left without looking back.

He just caught a glimpse of a few people hiding in the shadows, and wanted him to be a bodyguard, but he was really dreaming.

He's not a heinous man, but he's not a good guy either.

The transaction is completed and he leaves immediately.

The people in these slums belong to the lowly status and are not recognized by the government, that is to say, out of the slums, they are the same, no one cares whether they die or not.

The difference may be that if you make trouble on the street, you will be dragged directly by officers and soldiers to a cell for a good "education."

But Jiang Yang is different, as long as he doesn't go into the slums, he belongs to the protected regular residents, so the young man actually has the purpose of following him all the way.

I have to say that this is a little clever teenager, but Jiang Yang doesn't want to help him.

North City, Shiyun Martial Arts Museum.

Once upon a time, this was also a medium-sized martial arts hall in the capital, and the owner of the martial arts hall was also a talent who had been admitted to the academy to study, and he was expelled halfway for some reason.

But he still has a good martial arts, so he opened a martial arts gym here, married a wife and had children, and settled down.

As he grew older, the three true disciples who were supposed to succeed him died violently one after another, and the martial arts hall was closed for a period of time.

Since then, the owner has become increasingly depressed, and he has never confiscated the true biography again.

Many disciples came here for the true transmission of these tricks, but now they are gone.

As long as the martial arts in the academy have not signed a confidentiality agreement, students can spread it.

But generally speaking, faction legends are quite valuable, and only some small factions don't matter.

Even if ghosts are rampant, An Guo has never said that all exercises are open, and people's hearts are selfish.

Those students all have a little money at home, and they can't look down on these ordinary moves at all, and they are almost gone.

As a result, the standards of the martial arts hall have dropped and fallen, and it has become what it is today.