It is really not easy to maintain Liangshanbo, because, although the talents in Liangshanbo are terrifying, they are all unemployed, idle people in society.

However, Ma Jianxing opened a bone-setting medical hall and was able to make some money, and Qiu Yu also opened a bone coffin, and occasionally sold some calligraphy and paintings written by himself to subsidize Liang Shanbo.

And the rebel ghost and Kasaka Shiyu, sometimes, they will leave Liangshanbo and disappear for a few days, and they don't know where they went, but when they come back, they will bring back a large amount of money and hand it over to Miyu as living expenses, and sometimes, the amount is as high as millions.

However, most of the time, they stay in Liangshanbo, drink against ghosts, sharpen knives in the rain, fish for three days and dry nets for two days.

Anyway, there is no stable and continuous income in the entire Liangshanbo, and almost most of the time, it is in a deficit state, so Miyu is very sensitive to money and has been living a budget-conscious life, for fear that the unemployed vagrants at home will starve to death.

"It's really not easy for you." Marx sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Miyu shook her head with a gentle smile.

But looking at Miyu like this, Marx felt more and more that Miyu was very pitiful.

"So, Marx, have you decided what you want to study?" After visiting the entire Liangshanbo, the experts gathered together, and the elders asked Marx.

"If I could, I would like to learn everything!" Marx is right.

"Hehe, it's really greedy, I want to learn all our things, learn the same skill, it's already very hard, if you want to learn all our skills, you have to make several times the effort, are you mentally prepared?" Ma Jianxing said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm mentally prepared." Marx nodded.

"That's actually not bad, give him everything we know, I don't know what it will become when I grow up, think about it, and have some expectations." Qiu Yu said.

"Well, it's really interesting." Shi Yu, who was lying on the beam, nodded, and looked interested.

"Apacha wants to teach Marx boxing!" Apacha was very excited.

"Hehe, it's fun to think about fighting people with boxing and Muay Thai, fighting people with weapons, and subduing enemies with jiu-jitsu."

"However, the amount of training will be really large in this way, can the body withstand it?"

"If you are afraid of failure, you will not be able to progress."

"Moreover, if it really can't hold on, it means that this apprentice is not material for martial arts, and that's it, just give up when the time comes, anyway, he is already mentally prepared and signed..."

"So, let's give it a try, I'm really looking forward to it, hehe..."

Although Marx didn't hear what they were saying, he couldn't help but tremble a little when he listened to their laughter and felt the aura of conspiracy emanating from it.

"Hmph, whatever you want, don't look for me, I don't accept apprentices, and I will never accept apprentices in this life."

However, compared to others, the reverse ghost is a lot more awkward, although, in the autumn rain they had a small meeting, when they discussed in a low voice, the reverse ghost did not react on the surface, but his ears moved, obviously heard their words, and he was very moved, but he also said that he would not accept apprentices.

"Let's let Qiu Yu teach first, Qiu Yu itself is more good at teaching people, if you let someone else teach it, Marx may be accidentally killed." The elder said with a smile.

'Goo-toh...' Marx listened with horror.

"You haven't studied martial arts before, have you?" Qiu Yu walked up to Marx, stretched out his hand and pinched Marx's body again, confirmed it again, and asked Marx again.

"I learned a little bit with my friends before." Marx replied that in the world of Dragon Ball, he and Namu did practice martial arts for a while, and also learned to fight with Rollin and Blonde Rankie.

"Well, it's the same as never learning, you have to start from scratch, rest assured, my education policy will not be very harsh." Qiu Yu smiled, and his tone was very kind.

"So, let's warm up first, tomorrow in formal training, you go to change clothes first..."Qiu Yu said, motioning to Miyu and asking Miyu to take Marx to change clothes.

Marx went back to his room, took off his clothes, and put on the training clothes prepared by the autumn rain, which was a pair of ordinary shorts.

"Teacher Qiuyu, I'm ready." Marx left the room, went to the courtyard, and said to the autumn rain who was waiting there.

"Next, put these things on." Qiu Yu smiled and pointed to a pile of things on the ground.

A few minutes later, Marx stood on the plank and tied his horse's steps, with a stick of incense lit under his buttocks, his bent legs tied with ropes, and two small teacups on his thighs to ensure the stability and standard of the horse's steps.

Not only that, but Marx held two clay pots for pickling pickles in both hands, and on the front of his armpits, he wore two iron rings on his left and right arms, with curved spikes on them.

If Marx's arm was weak, the spikes on the iron ring would have pierced Marx's body.

On top of Marx's head, there is also a tea bowl with the word 'patience' on it.

"Master Qiu, Master Qiuyu, is this what you said is not strict..."Marx's whole body muscles were tense, his body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't help but ask Qiuyu, who was sitting and drinking tea not far away.

"yes, it's not strict at all, it's easy." Qiu Yu is still very kind, but Marx has seen that under Qiu Yu's kind performance, there is a devil's heart.

For an expert like Qiu Yu, this kind of training is indeed pediatric, but for Marx, it is simply torture.

When did Marx experience this kind of thing, Zamabu's entire lower body was tense, and after a while, he felt very sore in his legs.

The arm holding the two clay pots was even more sore, as if it was not his own, especially when he grabbed the clay pot, he grabbed the mouth of the clay pot with his fingers, and clasped it with his fingers, and his fingers felt as if they were about to be broken.

Marx can't be lazy, he can't relax, his legs are tied by ropes, he can't stand up, he can only continue to squat, but there is a stick of incense under his buttocks, as long as he squats a little, the incense will poke Marx's ass.

I can't put my arms down, hang down a little, and the spikes of the iron ring on my arms will pierce the ribs, which is very painful.

What's even more frustrating is that Marx's range of movement is not too large, he must straighten his waist to ensure that the movement is standard, the small teacup on his legs and the tea bowl on his head cannot be dropped, if it falls, everything will have to be repeated!