On this day, Jing Chong went to carry water as always, and the skilled work was already difficult for him, so it took an hour of hard work, and the two truckloads of water were completely completed.

In the miscellaneous courtyard, Nie Haiyuan and Zou Cang's children pouted and fell asleep, the two of them have been like this for a year, without the slightest bit of self-motivation, except for the cleaning of the thatched house once every few days, their things are basically just to help pour swill.

And these two are opportunistic people, and they all do everything together, so they have enough time to sleep.

Therefore, this year's work in the miscellaneous service house not only did not make Nie Haiyuan's body lose weight, but because he was full of food and carefree every day, he gained weight again.

In this regard, Jing Chong can only helplessly look at it, after all, they have different views on life, so there is no need to intervene in the lives of others, so in the past year, in addition to meeting him routinely, most of the time he has been alone.

A person was bored, wandering in the small courtyard of the miscellaneous courtyard for a while, Jing Chong felt bored, so he set his eyes on the art hall next door, this year, although he did not have the slightest contact with the noble children of the art hall, but the busy back and forth several times a day still made him familiar here, so even if he blatantly walked in the art hall, everyone would treat him as air and completely ignore it.

With less attention, Jing Chong felt a lot more comfortable, and he went wherever he wanted, so unrestrained, but it created excellent conditions for him, so this time, without the slightest hesitation, he mustered up the courage and walked towards the courtyard of the art hall.

Although it was daytime, there were still few pedestrians in the courtyard, and he knew that most of the disciples had rushed to the mountain to practice martial arts, and some of the remaining ones were either studying in the dormitory, or they were pacing back and forth with a little triviality.

Of course, these have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't bother to care about them and pay attention to them.

After looking around for a while, Jing Chong's gaze finally fixed on the pavilion on the right side of the main hall.

The tall pavilion has three floors, even if it is a lot higher than the main hall in the middle, if you don't care, you really think it's a tower, but Jing Chong knows that this is the most noble existence in the entire art hall, the library pavilion.

The library pavilion is a place where the precious collection of books gathers in the art hall, and the rich collection makes people smack, it is said that it is completely regarded as a place where the entire martial arts of the wolf tribe are concentrated in one place, all kinds of colors, each has its own strengths, and at the same time, it also widens a lot of ways for the disciples who are learning.

Of course, these Jing Chong have only heard of it, and he has not entered it once in the past year, one is because he does not have the courage to face those rumors, and the other is that Uncle Kong thinks that the time is not yet ripe, and persuades him to quit a few times, after all, he is completely blank for martial arts, even if he takes out a secret book, without the guidance of a master, he will not be able to understand it thoroughly, and in the end he will only lead himself astray.

But this year has passed, he feels that he has improved both his heart and resilience, and he has a certain understanding of life nature, so he came here on a whim, and this is only two years away from the three-year contract, and he still has a little anxious mood.

After all, he knows that people fight for a breath of Buddha to receive a pillar of incense.

Walking slowly towards the steps under his feet, each step seemed to be extremely heavy, he was afraid of running into acquaintances, especially acquaintances like Gongye Changxun and Zhai Juan's daughter, even if the other party was silent, the extremely lethal eyes alone were enough for him to have nowhere to be ashamed.

However, when I thought that I also had the name of "disciple", my heart, which was originally a little worried, gradually calmed down.

There were two pavilion guards standing at the door, but as soon as they saw the clothes of the miscellaneous disciples that Jing Chong was wearing, they didn't stop them, because they had been arranged above, and the miscellaneous disciples also had the right to practice martial arts, and even if they lent out the books to collect them, as long as they were not valuable, they could do it.

It's just that the difference from the regular disciples is that the miscellaneous disciples don't get the teacher's advice at all, and as for learning well and badly, it all depends on themselves.

In fact, Jing Chong is no stranger to the guards of the Library Pavilion, after all, he will clean the courtyard here every morning at two or five watches, so most of the guards who have been on duty in shifts have a little impression of it, so when Jing Chong passed by, they also ushered in a smile from the two.

Nodding at the two of them, Jing Chong pulled his legs and entered the library on the first floor.

As soon as he entered it, Jing Chong was stunned by the scene in front of him, rows of neat bookshelves covered the entire first floor of the library pavilion, and between each two bookshelves there was a passage that could accommodate two people to pass through, and the books displayed on those shelves were densely packed, but fortunately, there were also classifications, what bamboo slips, animal skins, silk brocade, and animal bones.

Most of them are long fists and short fights, immediately stepping down, attacking a city and taking a slight position, or a shallow introduction to the blade, etc., there are as many as 10,000 copies.

After a few simple glances, Jing Chong's eyes moved slightly, but he found a square desk in the corner not far from the door, and in front of the table, an old man who looked to be in his fifties was napping with his chin propped up.

A lazy appearance, no need to ask, this is the first level of management.

At this time, I heard the sound of footsteps, and the old man was very sensitive and stunned, so he slowly opened his eyes, stared at the young man opposite with slightly tired eyes, and didn't ask much, so he shook his head and shouted, "The books for the beginner are all on this first layer, and the boxing and sword books, swordsmanship, and leg skills are all in the upper left corner, if you need to find it yourself, remember not to mess up the bookshelf!"

After saying that, the old man lowered his head and fell asleep again.

Such a scene came into his eyes, but he couldn't help but make Jing Chong laugh for a while, and said in his heart that this person was so irresponsible, I'm afraid he wouldn't know who stole a copy.

Thinking so in his heart, Jing Chong's mouth was not idle, he thanked the old man with his hand, and walked in the direction of the upper left corner without stopping.

As soon as he arrived next to the row of bookshelves, Jing Chong was attracted by the large bookcards hanging on the shelves, "Punch and kick area!"

"I don't know who is so creative, even the name is so chic!" Looking at the five big characters on it, Jing Chong couldn't help but laugh for a while, but just smiled slightly, he didn't pay attention to it anymore, but couldn't wait to plunge his head into the bookshelf opposite.

Although he likes knives, but he did not directly invest in the books of knife techniques, since he lost his father's knife a year ago, he has a deep understanding that although the knife is a sharp blade, but after all, it is a foreign object, no matter how good the knife is practiced, once the defenseless will still become extremely passive, therefore, in order to be able to make himself have a trace of coping, he still took the lead in choosing boxing and leg method.

Boxing is an attack on hand-to-hand combat, although it hurts people, you can also seek self-protection, and the leg law can also enhance the power of the attack by making up for the shortcomings, and when the leg method is cultivated to the extreme, it is also a kind of capital that is enough to escape.

Although these truths have his own experience, most of them are inadvertently revealed to himself by Uncle Kong, so he has such a clear understanding.

Pick up a book slip, the words on it are sparsely written, and look at it at a glance is a book of introductory boxing, is attacking boxing, a cursory look, Jing Chong only knows, although this punch is powerful, but clumsy, more focused on the strength of the reckless man, with their own strengths to attack each other, but this punch is too vulgar, full of flaws, if you meet a shrewd and capable person, you can only be reduced to the end of the meat sandbag.

Thinking of this, Jing Chong smiled slightly, rolled it up and put it back on the shelf, and then flipped through the second book.

"Qu Attack Fist!"

The same profound three big words, also attracted the attention of Jing Chong, and the attack boxing is different, this punch pays attention to the virtual and real, surprise attack its unpreparedness, but due to the excessive waste of attack resources, so the lethality is not very strong, but because the curve is straight, greatly delayed the best attack time, invisibly reduced to the flower fist embroidered legs, the supply of ornamentation is OK, if used in actual combat, but undoubtedly inferior.

Shaking his head helplessly, Jing Chong felt a little disappointed, he didn't expect these so-called introductory boxing techniques to be so vulgar and unacceptable, but he was not discouraged, and once again flipped through the bookshelf.

After flipping through it again and again, a brocade scroll soon came into Jing Chong's eyes.