Zhao Changhui said that he was poor and rich in martial arts, and he was really right.

After that drinking, Zhao Changhui quickly sent someone to reply.

You can learn art.

Just give the money!

Clearly marked price, ten hangs!

At this price, it can be said that it is ...... Expensive!

You must know that in the market, a little Lori with clear eyebrows is worth the price......

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and saved half a month's money to save all the money.

In the early morning of this day, Zhang Chu changed into a neat and clean clothes, loaded a blanket with ten taels of snowflake silver exchanged from Qianzhuang, and led Li Gouzi to the cattle and sheep market.

The old dart master lived in the cattle and sheep market.

Along the way, there were constantly acquaintances who greeted Zhang Chu, including the members of the Qinglong Gang, as well as the neighbors of Wutongli and the cattle and sheep market.

Zhang Chudu smiled and returned the salute one by one.

In the blink of an eye, he has joined the Black Tiger Hall for almost a month, and he can be regarded as a mixed up of the Hall of Fame, and now most of the people who are begging for a living on the territory of the Qinglong Gang know that he is the number one person in the Black Tiger Hall.

With his younger brother, there are not only Li Gouzi and Yu Er, but eight people.

It's all the kind of sturdy man who can rush out and cut people for him as soon as he gives an order!

......

Walk through the cattle and sheep market that smells of livestock.

Zhang Chu's footsteps stopped in front of a courtyard with two stone lions in front of the door.

On the door plaque, it is written with a large pen painted with gold: Liang House.

"Go knock...... Pay attention to etiquette. ”

Zhang Chuzhi asked Li Gouzi to come forward and knock on the door, and looked left and right at the house: the door head is seven or eight zhang wide, the stone lion carved vividly, the courtyard wall made of blue bricks, and the tiger head door knocker made of red copper......

All kinds of details show that this old dart master who has abolished the martial arts in Zhao Changhui's mouth has a very good family background.

There are few people in the entire cattle and sheep market who are so magnificent.

He secretly wondered to himself, is it because people who practice martial arts are generally very good, or is this old dart teacher and student wealthy?

He had seen too few people who practiced martial arts.

Not counting Zhao Changhui, who has really entered the stream and those who have practiced martial arts, there are only two people in total, Liu Wu and this old dart master.

Liu Wu won't talk about it, the master of the Black Tiger Hall, regardless of his value or status, belongs to the top group of people in the west of the city.

And now that this old dart master whose martial arts have been abolished, looking at his worth, he should also be one of the top rich men in the cattle and sheep market.

"Is it that everyone who practices martial arts is rich, or is it that everyone who practices martial arts is very profitable?"

Zhang Chu pondered for a while, and felt that it was likely to be the latter.

"Squeak. ”

The door opened, and an old man in a green coat and a green hat, dressed as a servant, stuck out his head and looked at the two people outside the door: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Chu took a step forward and said politely: "Old man, junior Zhang Chu, Wutong Liren's family, I came here after being introduced by Zhao Changhui of Sihaitang, I bother you to tell Master Liang!"

Lao Su glanced at Zhang Chu, threw down a sentence of "wait", and then closed the door with a "bang".

"Old Fellow......"

Li Gouzi, as a ruffian hooligan, is used to bullying ordinary people on weekdays, how can he stand this childish anger, he will scold when he opens his mouth.

Zhang Chu pulled him, looked at the gate thoughtfully, and said, "You go to patrol the stall, and by the way, tell the three brothers who have joined the gang in the past few days about our rules!"

Peeping at the whole leopard in the tube, a subordinate can be so bullish, this Liang Lao's card is bigger than he imagined!

Li Gouzi reluctantly responded, turned around and left in a huff.

Zhang Chu stood outside the door for about a cup of tea before the old man opened the door again.

"Come in!"

Zhang Chu politely arched his hand at him, raised his foot and stepped into the door.

Behind the gate is a relief carved with a picture of the wings of the Roc, and around the entrance, it is an open courtyard with two basketball courts wide.

On both sides of the courtyard, there are several osmanthus trees, and now it is late autumn, and the osmanthus has long withered, leaving only the green shade dotted with the courtyard paved with bluestone slabs.

Under the osmanthus tree on the left, there is a weapon rack, on which are some common swords, guns and weapons.

In front of the osmanthus tree on the right, there is a wooden stake plum blossom array, each stake is more than one person high, and there are fist marks left on several stakes.

Lao Suo beckoned Zhang Chu to wait in the courtyard and went into the inner hall by himself.

After a while, Lao Suo came out with a clear old man with a white beard.

This handsome old man was dressed in a pale blue brocade cotton jacket, a white mink hat, and a gilded beast head stove between his hands.

Zhang Chu was surprised: Although it is late autumn now, it is not cold enough to need a fire, right?

The old man walked down the steps, looking Zhang Chu up and down with cloudy eyes, "You are Zhang Chu?"

Zhang Chu stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "But Master Liang's current junior Zhang Chu, meet Master Liang." ”

The old man nodded: "The old man is Liang Wufeng." ”

When Zhang Chu heard this, he hurriedly took off the blanket on his shoulders, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee: "Thanks to the master for not giving up, accept the disciple to teach the arts, and saddle the horse and the horse, the old and the sick and die, the disciple is willing to serve him on one shoulder!"

Liang Wufeng smiled slightly when he heard this, stroked his beard and said, "It's a polite person...... Ah Fu, take it!"

"Yes, sir!"

The old servant stepped forward, took the blanket in Zhang Chu's hand, turned around and walked into the inner hall, and walked in front of Zhang Chu with a cup of tea.

Zhang Chu took the teacup with both hands, held it high above the top, and presented it to Liang Wufeng.

Liang Wufeng took the teacup and took a small sip.

Licheng!

In fact, before he came, Zhao Changhui had already sent someone to hand him a message, Liang Wufeng was collecting money to teach art, not really accepting apprentices, Zhang Chu could come over without the gift of master and apprentice.

But Zhang Chu pondered to himself, if he wanted Liang Wufeng to teach the arts wholeheartedly, it would be better to give a master-apprentice gift.

At present, it seems that Liang Wufeng is quite satisfied with his initiative to perform the mentoring and apprenticeship ceremony.

......

Zhang Chu stood on the plum blossom array, striding on a horse, his arms clenched into fists and leaning on his waist, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Under the plum blossom pile, Liang Wufeng sat on a Taishi chair, holding the stove in one hand and a sandalwood cane in the other.

"Martial arts nine streams, lower three streams of tempering strength, middle three streams of qi training, upper three streams of cultivation!"

Zhang Chu interjected: "Master, the disciple discussed martial arts with Zhao Changhui before, and Zhao Changhui told the disciple that martial arts are only divided into three streams!"

Liang Wufeng glanced at him, propped up the crutches in his hand and pointed precisely at his lower abdomen.

"Silence, calm down, don't mess up!"

Don't look at Liang Wufeng's trembling and towering appearance, like an old candle in the wind, his crutches are very strong, at this point, Zhang Chu can hardly stabilize his body and fall off the plum blossom pile.

"Zhao Changhui?"

Liang Wufeng said softly with contempt: "Huangkou Xiao'er! I don't know where I learned a few tricks to scatter, and I thought I had entered the gate of martial arts! In fact, I don't know anything!"

"Everyone in the world is a third-rate martial arts, which actually refers to the three realms of martial arts, not grades!"

"The three realms of martial arts. ”

"Lux realm, strong muscles and bones, qi and blood like a mountain, dragons and tigers are full of strength!"

"The sea of qi is like the sea, the air is like the sea, all evils do not invade, and the rivers are broken with one hand!"

"Flying Heaven Realm, meaning through the sky, vast and eternal, eternal thoughts!"

Zhang Chuxue was obedient and didn't interject anymore, but he saw clearly out of the corner of his eyes that when this old man talked about the Qi Sea Realm and the Flying Heaven Realm, his expression was full of longing mixed with loss, which was extremely complicated.

After a long while, Liang Wufeng sighed lightly: "It's too far to tell you, you have passed the best age to boil your muscles and bones, and now your muscles and bones have grown, and your body bones are weak, if you are afraid that it will be difficult to even enter the stream!"

Zhang Chu on the plum blossom pile was shaking like noodles with soreness in his legs at this moment, and he was hit by this old man, and he was thinking about whether to give up the road of martial arts.

He has never been the kind of person who can endure hardships and perseverance, on the contrary, it is his nature to work hard and fish for three days and dry nets for two days.

But just when he was about to lose his hold, his legs suddenly became hot and warm, as if he had made a big sword in his previous life, ahhh

The sour and astringent feeling subsided at once.

He even felt a little comfortable.

"Where did the old man come from...... That's right, the Nine Streams of Martial Arts!"

"The nine-rate name is called the Tongli realm, the body is like an iron bucket, and the whole body is connected, and the power of the whole body can be condensed into one point, and if you punch it out, you will enter the nine-rate. ”

"Where does the power come from?"

"Without him!"

"The blood is full, the muscles and bones are strong!"

"Why is Pile Gong the foundation of martial arts?"

"It's all because the standing pile can not only work hard, but also nourish the muscles and bones with qi and blood!"

"If you stand on the pile every day in the future, as long as you feel that your legs are sore and unsustainable, it means that more than half of your qi and blood have been consumed, and you should stop immediately. ”

"You must know that the loss of qi and blood is reduced by the number of lifespans, and the strong forging tendons leave dark wounds, the pros and cons are weighed by yourself!"

"Zhao Changhui said before that you are not short of money, and the old man will prescribe you a few food supplements later, and you can dispense medicine and tonic by yourself. ”

"When the horse steps to the ground, immobile like a mountain, and people can't push it down, your pile work can be regarded as a beginner. ”

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