When Zhang Chu returned home, his brain was still a mess.

The scene where Liu Wuyi punched the wooden stake was like magic, and it played in a loop in his mind.

He's not stupid.

understood that Liu Wu's punch was to show him.

The meaning is nothing more than demonstration, beating, and deterrence.

But Liu Wu definitely didn't expect that his punch would open the door to a new world for Zhang Chu.

......

Zhang Chu's purpose for joining the Black Tiger Hall has always been very simple.

Earn!

Make a lot of money!

Money talks!

There is a lot of money to make a grinding ghost!

According to his idea, as long as you have money, you can say anything.

Faction?

It's just a springboard!

However, Liu Wu's punch today was like a blow to the head, and it directly stunned Zhang Chu.

The painting style has collapsed!

A good time travel through historical drama, and suddenly it becomes a time travel martial arts drama!

......

Zhang Chu carried his hands and wandered in his yard with heavy thoughts.

There was some uneasiness in his heart.

His uneasiness didn't just come from the powerful force displayed by Liu Wu's punch!

also comes from Liu Wu's identity!

Who is Liu Wu?

An obscure gang leader!

Not a big name!

It's not a tyrant who dominates one side!

Liu Wu can make such a strong punch!

What about the bigwigs who really dominate one side?

Isn't it stronger?

Is it the force to crack the stone and tear the tiger and leopard alive?

Or move mountains and reclaim the sea, catch the sun and the moon?

Poverty limits Zhang Chu's logic.

But it hasn't limited his imagination yet......

......

Since the last time he was almost beaten to death by Cheng Daniu on the street, Zhang Chu has deeply realized that this is not the earth.

There are no police here.

The law here is also a fart.

If you want to live and live with taste, you must become stronger!

So he joined the Black Tiger Hall and wanted to make money.

However, now it seems that money alone is not enough!

"We must understand how far martial arts can go!"

Zhang Chu made up his mind.

Coincidentally, Li Gouzi and Yu Er, who had finished inspecting the stall, pushed open the chai door and came in, saluted him, and said, "Master Chu!"

Zhang Chuchao bowed slightly to the two, and finally his heart moved, and he said: "Dog, make a post to Hui Ye on my behalf, I will put wine in Baiwei Building in the cattle and sheep market in the evening, please be sure to appreciate the light." ”

Li Gouzi nodded yes, turned his head and went out.

......

At the beginning of the lanterns, Baiwei Building.

The dishes have five flavors, and the wine has passed three rounds.

Zhao Changhui's face was flushed, and he leaned back against the Taishi chair, as if he was already five points drunk.

Zhang Chu's face didn't change much, his eyes were still clear, and he didn't see half of his drunkenness.

"Come on, come on, Master Hui, let's go one more!"

Zhang Chu smiled and picked up the wine bowl again, and after gently colliding with the wine bowl in front of Zhao Changhui, he raised his head and drank it all.

The cold liquor flowed down his throat into his abdomen, and in an instant it turned into a hot stream, pouring into his limbs, warm and comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring.

Zhao Changhui didn't admit it, and picked up the wine bowl with his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hahaha, Chu Ye has a lot!"

He put down the wine bowl, looked at Zhang Chu with the same face as usual, and sincerely picked a thumbs up: "Brother, I have been mixed in Sihaitang for so many years, and I have never been afraid of anyone when I drink, and today I am completely convinced!"

The two are now working together to make money, and their relationship is closer than that of a big man.

Zhang Chu saw that he was really almost drunk, and said with a smile: "What is it to be able to drink two taels of wine, speaking of which, it is really convincing to be a hero with strong martial arts like Hui Ye!"

"My two hands of crops, how can I be considered a hero!"

Zhao Changhui lazily leaned on the Taishi chair and said self-deprecatingly: "That is, I can bully and bully the croppers, if I really meet someone in the martial arts, I can be cleaned up in three or two moves!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Chu lifted the wine jug and poured half a bowl of wine for Zhao Changhui, looking very interested: "What is the flow, can Master Hui talk to the younger brother?"

"Nothing inconvenient to talk about. ”

Zhao Changhui stretched out his hand and helped the wine pot in Zhang Chu's hand, "A person who practices martial arts can practice to the unity of waist and horse, and his strength is self-generated, he is a third-rate martial artist!"

"Third-rate?"

Zhang Chu's spirit was slightly shocked, and he asked, "Is there any realm division in martial arts?"

"Absolutely!"

Talking about martial arts, Zhao Changhui was also very interested, "People who practice martial arts in the world are divided into three streams!"

"Third-rate martial artist boiling strength!"

"Second-rate martial artist practice qi!"

"First-class martial artist cultivation!"

"Brother, I have been practicing martial arts for six years, and I haven't even entered the door so far!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Changhui's expression suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and he took the initiative to pick up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Chu lifted the wine jug with great eyesight and shook it, but found that the wine jug was empty: "Shop, warm two more pots of wine!"

At the end, he said casually: "The three realms of martial arts practice really sound mysterious and mysterious...... A few days ago, I went to see the hall master, and I saw the hall master practicing martial arts, one punch!"

He gestured with both hands to the thickness of the stake and exclaimed, "Just broke such a thick stake!"

Zhao Changhui also nodded wistfully: "The Black Tiger Fist of the Fifth Master is fierce and uncasting! In the west of the city, it is famous!"

Zhang Chu: "Master Hui just said that martial arts are third-rate, so is the fifth master in the stream?"

Zhao Changhui nodded: "It's already in the ...... Two years ago, when the Fifth Master and the Eight Sect Gang Master Li Tie were in hand, I was there, and the Fifth Master had already entered the stream at that time!"

"Is the third-rate already that strong?"

Zhang Chu pondered in his heart: "What about the first-class?"

At the right time, the store served wine, and after Zhang Chu took the opportunity to drink a few more bowls with Zhao Changhui, he deliberately sighed: "The little brother has admired the people who practice martial arts the most since he was a child, but it's a pity that the family used to be surrounded by four walls and had no way, and now if I want to practice again, I'm afraid it's too late!"

Zhao Changhui said with drunken eyes: "Brother can reach the crown?"

In this era, a man at the age of 20 performs a crown salute, which represents an adult and can start a family.

Zhang Chu hurriedly recalled the age of his predecessor, "Twenty is one." ”

Zhao Changhui nodded regretfully: "It's late, the best age to boil the muscles and bones is fourteen to sixteen years old, the elder brother is now twenty-one, the muscles and bones have grown, and it is difficult to succeed in martial arts!"

Hearing this, even though Zhang Chu was mentally tough, he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

However, Zhao Changhui changed his words and said: "But as the old saying goes, the poor are rich and martial, and now my brother's chop soup business is getting more and more money every day, if you are willing to make money for it, you can also practice a few tricks to defend yourself." ”

"Oh?"

Zhang Chuda was interested: "Does my brother have a way?"

Zhao Changhui said: "I know an old dart master, he was also a good player when he was young, but it's a pity that now that he is old, he has a dark injury, and his blood has subsided, and he has become a wasted person.

Zhang Chu was overjoyed and arched his hand: "Then please leave everything to my brother!"

Zhao Changhui waved his hand arrogantly: "It's a trivial matter, come, continue to drink!"