"Strange things?"

Bean Bao was stunned, obviously not understanding what Jason meant.

"It's a ghost, an evil thing."

"Or ......"

"Who's haunted?"

Jason considered his words and asked in a way that Doubao could understand, with considerable anticipation in his heart.

At this moment, Jason, after paying the satiety level to enter the dungeon world in front of him, only 92 satiation was left.

Rarely, the excitement of eating exceeds the degree of satiety.

As a result, Jason was in dire need of satiety.

Jason, who is accustomed to carrying 1,000 lives by himself, always feels insecure when he has less than 3,000 satiety, and even in the face of the fragments of the 'Iron Fist' he has just obtained, he does not learn immediately.

Until he finds a stable 'food source' from the dungeon world in front of him, Jason has no intention of touching his current satiety.

"Haunted?"

"In the past, there were in the countryside, but not here in the mountain city."

"Evil things?"

"There are some, all related to those so-called afterlife religions - those guys have been doing similar things, our hometown was quite peaceful before, but after these guys appeared, it became different, Uncle Wang next door sold his wife and children, and wanted to join this afterlife religion, and as a result, he finally hanged himself at home."

When it comes to the 'afterlife teaching', Doubao looks afraid.

"Afterlife?"

Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Well, a lot of people have joined in our hometown."

"There is another teaching, and it is rumored to be related to the afterlife teaching, but I have also heard from others."

Bean Bao nodded, the fear on his face undiminished, and moved the small bench towards Jason's position.

It seems that staying by Jason's side can be at ease.

"What else?"

Jason continued.

"I don't know if there are more bean bags."

"However, when I was shopping for vegetables in bean bags before, I heard that a person outside the city met a peerless master who was seriously injured and was taught his whole body skills."

"And!"

"It is said that an outcast from the Peng Family Martial Arts Hall fell off a cliff and got a book of martial arts cheats."

"And! And also! ”

"The butcher who sells pigs in Dongcheng met the fairy in a dream at night and gave him a large box of gold."

Doubao's eyes lit up as he spoke, and his tone was even more excited.

Especially when talking about 'whole body strength', 'martial arts cheats' and 'a big box of gold', there is a look of eagerness to replace it.

Jason nodded, no more words.

He didn't believe in these things.

Maybe there are such lucky people in the world.

However, no lucky person would let such a thing get to the point where the market knows about it.

It should be a rumor.

Or rather......

Someone took the opportunity to lay out.

Greedy people, everywhere.

As long as the opportunity is good, once you are in the trap, the hunter will become the prey, and in the same way, the person who wants to 'get rich' will also become the wealth of others.

Compared to these, Jason cares more about the 'afterlife'.

Or to be more precise, there is no food in the 'afterlife'.

Of course, there is also the matter of the 'Chen family'.

If this matter is not resolved, he has no energy to do anything else.

Calculate the time, it should be about the same, right?

Jason thought about it, so he moved the small bench and leaned his body against the wall on one side, and immediately, the warm afternoon sun shone directly on his body.

Cosy and comfortable.

The bean bag rested for a while and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Hands and feet are nimble and fast.

After doing all this, Doubao practiced in the backyard like this.

It's different from the previous punches.

The previous boxing was a move, and the practice at this time is a 'secret transmission' in the true sense, and it is possible to practice 'muscles'.

Jason wasn't surprised.

In the conversation just now, he already knew that 'he' was a martial arts idiot, and he had no interest in anything other than practicing martial arts himself.

Even, the opening of the martial arts gym is just to make himself better practice martial arts.

After all, the amount of medicinal materials needed for practice is not a small amount, but it is simply unrealistic to rely on oneself without the support of the family business.

So, 'he' opened the martial arts gym.

Earned money.

Then, continue to practice martial arts.

At the same time, in order to continue to earn money, 'he' handed over the part of Mu Jiaquan that could be practiced to the 'muscles' to Doubao.

And promised that after the bean bag finished practicing the 'muscles', he would teach the bean bag to 'forge bones'.

Bean Bao is convinced of this.

Because of this, it is extremely hardworking.

In an instant, a faint wind began to appear between the fists and feet of the bean bag.

It's faint, but it's real.

Jason nodded secretly.

'He' didn't cheat Doubao, he really taught, and Doubao also learned seriously.

Still, it's a bit shallow.

It's obviously a 'tiger going down the mountain', but when the bean bag is practiced, it has the feeling of 'cat spoiled'.

It takes time to sharpen it.

Jason thought so, and then, his brow furrowed suddenly.

'He' knows how to do it.

He won't.

Let's not talk about how to teach bean buns, just by going to the ring, it is possible to expose the filling.

Those people are different from bean bags.

Not so easy to fool.

Thinking of this, Jason sat up.

He looked at Doubao, and when he saw that Doubao was tightening his waist and breathing steadily, he coughed softly and said, "Doubao, I'll test you, what is the key and trick of Mu Jiaquan." ”

"Fierce!"

"Go ahead!"

"Thoughts are like tigers!"

"When walking, the body should be bent, the chest should be bent, like a bow, the breathing should be long, the breathing should be sudden and strong when walking, like thunder, the back should be straight when sitting, and the hands should not be separated from the ribs......"

Bean Bao didn't think much about it at all, and recited it directly.

These are all taught to her by Jason, when she memorized them for a night, and when she practiced, she always recited them silently, and she had already imprinted these keys and know-how in her bones.

Almost without thinking, I just memorized it.

Jason nodded as he listened, and then, silently, remembered.

He doesn't ask for much, as long as he can fool around when he does it.

Taking the opportunity of the school exam, Jason made the bean bag memorize it three times, and only then nodded after remembering that it was about the same.

"Yes, keep up the good work."

With that, Jason leaned against the wall again and basked in the sun.

"Yes, Master."

The bean bag nodded happily and practiced more and more hard.

She only thinks that she passed the test and did not disappoint Jason.

And Jason?

Leaning there, he began to ponder the essence of Mu Jiaquan.

Moves aside, Jason, who is more accustomed to 'I flow', focuses on the core part.

For example: Iron Fist Strength.

Mujiaquan also has the word "strength", called "tiger power", a kind of imitation of the tiger's strength, and the "iron fist strength" pay attention to the hands are different, "tiger power" is the whole body force.

Pros and cons?

Jason, who had just arrived in this dungeon world, couldn't tell for the time being.

"I still need to be full!"

"Although you can't learn 'Tiger Power' directly, you can't learn 'Iron Fist Strength'."

"Once you learn it, you'll be able to appreciate the skills of this dungeon world."

Jason thought as time ticked by.

After practicing three more times, I went back to my room for a nap.

Jason also returned to his room.

Until 3 p.m., the martial arts apprentices returned one after another.

Compared with the laziness in the morning, the apprentices in the afternoon have become a lot more diligent, not only with the two who were driven away as role models, but also because the owner of the pavilion rarely watches them today.

Usually, the owner of the museum stays in his room, and only appears in the morning of the first, middle and second days of each month to guide them.

This is what I said when I entered the 'Mu Style Martial Arts Gym'.

Bean Bao also talked to Jason.

"I have encountered a bottleneck, and it is useless to study hard for the time being, and I need to break through the bottleneck in a different way."

Jason copes with bean bags under such an excuse.

Bean bags do not have the slightest suspicion.

Because, she has also encountered a similar bottleneck in practicing 'Mu Family Boxing' now.

"Punch!"

Just like in the morning, Doubao practiced boxing on the steps.

Jason stood on the steps and watched.

The apprentices in front of him practiced like cats and tigers.

On the hanger next to the weapon rack, a coat is hung, and there are their own hand towels underneath, and the two rough old mothers are cleaning the surroundings with brooms, and from time to time they will raise their heads to look at the young people who keep snoring in their mouths, but they just take a look, and immediately bow their heads to work, 3 oceans a month is not less in the mountain city, especially the work is not heavy, after going back at night, they can also sew and mend to earn a little, even if it is not much, it is an objective income over time, therefore, They cherish this job more and more.

One punch away.

Bean Bao began to point out the apprentices' shelves.

Then, it's a matter of letting the apprentices work hard.

As for the kung fu of practicing 'muscles', bean buns will not be taught.

That's a qualification that only a disciple has to enter the house.

These in front of you?

Just apprentices.

Spend money, I'll teach you.

I have no money, please leave.

On the way to escape from the wilderness, I have seen too many bean bags, and I know the proportions in it very clearly, and I am naturally polite to these apprentices, but there is also a hidden estrangement, ask the tricks that have been taught, be outspoken, and ask what has not been taught or 'strength'?

I'm sorry.

Neither will she.

Jason watched for a while, carefully studied the moves taught by the bean bag, and then prepared to return to the room.

'He' did a good job of doing that before.

Don't make any more excuses for Jason.

As for the Chen family?

It's been kept a secret until now, and Jason doesn't care.

Anyway, when it gets dark, he's going to go again.

However, just as Jason was about to leave, several people came outside the martial arts hall, each wearing a gray-black uniform, and the leader had a silver star on his shoulder, not metal, but embroidery.

The arrival of these people immediately attracted the attention of the martial arts apprentices.

"Keep practicing."

Doubao snorted, a rare flash of displeasure on his face.

She hates people who don't listen.

Of course, it's these patrols that are even more annoying.

In Doubao's opinion, these patrols are more bastards than bandits, second only to those officers and soldiers.

Every autumn wind is not said, but also bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

Moreover, they will always be bullied.

When I was in my hometown, a widow's sister in the town was bullied by a patrol and jumped into the river.

Although afterwards, the patrol did not know who had skinned him and hung it at the gate of the town, but the person could not be resurrected, and he was pitiful for the widow's sister who had taught her embroidery, and Doubao hated these patrols.

Therefore, the bean bag is naturally not good-looking.

"What for?"

Bean Bao blocked the gate and asked stiffly.

"Excuse me, is Pavilion Master Mu here?"

The lead patrolman hunched his back, smiled, and asked in the most amiable tone.

No way.

He has something to ask for.

The little girl in front of her is not worth mentioning.

However, the one in the distance is a well-known figure.

The previous competition with the four hall owners Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao, although the door was closed, but the fact that a new martial arts hall was opened on Wuguan Street is enough to explain everything.

You know, there have been no newcomers to open the museum on Wuguan Street for more than three years.

All of this is a testament to the strength of this man.

And now, he needs the help of such a character.

Therefore, Jia Youcai, who was hunched up, kept sneaking a glance at Jason who was standing on the steps in the distance.

Doubao saw the other party's eyes, but the young woman replied very dryly.

"Not there."

As he spoke, Doubao was about to raise his hand and close the door.

"Eh, eh, this girl."

"Wait, don't."

"Hands, hands!"

"Hands are clamped!"

Jia Youcai saw that the bean bag was about to close, so he immediately didn't care so much, and directly stretched out his hand to the middle of the door.

It's not that I don't want to push the door.

But don't dare.

Facing the martial arts hall is different from facing those flat-headed ordinary people.

If the latter is to be frightened, he will be fine.

If the former is to be scared, he will be fine.

He was only forty years old, and he didn't want to see his father so early.

Doubao hurriedly opened the door.

She saw that it was indeed holding the other party's hand, and the red mark on it was estimated that it would soon swell.

As soon as the door opened, Jia Youcai immediately stretched out his feet and stepped into the threshold, while pressing his knees against the door, he licked his face and said, "I really have something to find the owner of the Mu Pavilion, it's a big deal." ”

"What's the big deal?"

"You ......"

"Bean buns, let the guests in."

Doubao subconsciously wanted to say something not very good, but was stopped by Jason's mouth.

With Jason opening, even if the bean bag is unhappy, it can only open the door.

Jia Youcai smiled and trotted towards Jason quickly.

"Master Mu, I am fortunate to be happy, it is really better to meet than to be famous!"

Jia Youcai, who came to the bottom of the steps, looked at the tall and burly Jason, admired it in his heart, and immediately gave it up.

Although he has never seen Jason make a move, but with this physique, Jia Youcai thinks that their team is all on the board, and they are not opponents.

No problem.

As long as the other party agrees to help, it will definitely work.

Jia Youcai thought about it, and his tone became more and more respectful.

"I'm the head catcher of the mountain city, Jia Youcai."

"I came today to ask the master of the Mu Pavilion for something."

"Not for free, of course."

"There is a pay, and there are rewards."

Jia Youcai said and gave up his hand again.

Help?

Jason quietly looked at Jia Youcai and the four patrols behind the other party.

The figure is ordinary, and there is an iron ruler hanging from his waist, but there are no calluses on the palm of his hand, and he is crooked when he stands there, obviously not a long-trained one, let alone the feeling of practicing secret arts.

It's not for the 'Chen family'.

Jason thought silently.

However, there was no carelessness.

He motioned for Jia Youcai to enter the hall behind him with him.

This is the largest building in the front yard.

It's a place for the apprentices to rest in the rain, and it's also a place for deliberations, and if anyone comes to the gym, they'll try it out here — the friendly, closed kind.

followed Jason into the hall and stayed away from the crowd, especially when the bean bag came in with tea and closed the door by the way, Jia Youcai had no worries.

Thump.

The head catcher just knelt in front of Jason.

"Pavilion Master Mu, help!"