Dajing Dynasty, Taixi City, Jinhong Martial Arts Museum.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat as much as you can......"

In the old courtyard, Shen Xiu's eyes were staring intently at a crockpot on the table.

There was half a bowl of medicine residue in the clay pot, and in the medicine residue was a golden cicada with a nearly transparent body, the size of a peanut, crawling at this time, while gnawing on the black medicine residue with residual poison.

The golden cicada eats very happily, and every time it takes a bite, there are faint gold dots flashing on its body, which looks extremely strange.

Shen Xiu, who was looking at this scene, smiled with satisfaction.

Because after these few days of feeding, on the panel light curtain in front of him at this time, the satiety of the golden cicada has increased by one percent.

[Host: Shen Xiu]

[Repair: None]

【Talent: None】

[Exercise: None]

[Doppelganger: Nine Transformations Golden Cicada (Untransformed, Satiety 99.7%)]

The extremely clean panel makes people feel only a kind of poverty, but fortunately, he has a golden cicada that can change his physical talent through transformation.

This golden cicada is called the Nine Transformation Golden Cicada, and it transforms a total of nine times, and each time it transforms, it will bring a talent to his host.

He didn't know what kind of talent it was.

Now that the last satiety is close to the full value, it is only a little short of the transformation, and it is not in vain that he has spent nearly a year of patience and patience to feed him.

That's right, he crossed over a year ago.

As soon as he crossed, he was attached to this teenager with the same name and surname.

The time travel was so hurried that he didn't even have time to delete the web browsing history on his computer and the study materials on his hard drive.

became a miscellaneous disciple of this Golden Rainbow Martial Arts Pavilion.

As a Jinhong Martial Arts Pavilion that is in the middle of the day in Taixi City, with hundreds of disciples up and down, and a few thin noodles in both black and white, he is a miscellaneous disciple, and it is not so easy to enter if he wants to.

After all, as long as you work in it for a year, you will have the opportunity to learn martial arts.

In such an era of rampant fierce beasts and evil and chaotic times, human life is like a mustard, and if there is an opportunity to learn martial arts, there is an extra chance to live, and the children of ordinary people in the outside world have snatched their heads.

The predecessor was just a civilian boy whose parents died, and he had no chance because of his thin physique.

However, he also has a bit of unspeakable courage from ordinary people, sold the dilapidated hut outside the city, and got a few taels of silver to be stuffed into the martial arts hall for a teacher in the hall.

Shen Xiu, who realized the cruelty of this world, naturally cherished the opportunity, and after discovering the golden finger of the golden cicada, he experimented with various foods to determine the current best option of medicine residue.

Meat is also eaten, but he has no money.

can only temporarily let the golden cicada eat and eat the dregs of the medicine to mess around, but fortunately, the golden cicada is not afraid of residual poison, and can occasionally feed back a wisp of almost imperceptible medicinal power to him.

It always adds up to something.

He's not as strong now, but he's a lot better than he was at the beginning.

With the passage of time, the dregs in the crockpot on the table decreased little by little, and it was soon eaten clean by the golden cicada.

Feeling the satisfied mood of the golden cicada, Shen Xiu's heart moved, and the crystal clear golden cicada flapped its wings and flew up, turning into a streamer and burrowing into the dantian of his abdomen.

"Shen Xiu, it's time for us to go fetch water."

At this moment, a clear young man's shout came from outside the house.

Shen Xiu opened the door and saw a sturdy square-faced young man walking towards him at the entrance of the courtyard, carrying two wooden barrels.

"Right now, right now."

Shen Xiu stood up, rubbed his legs, and ran neatly to the corner of the courtyard, carrying two thick wooden barrels straight out.

This is the same group of roommates who came in with him, Wang Xian, and the task of these miscellaneous disciples in the hall is to do all kinds of chores, sweeping the floor, doing laundry, fetching water, and leveling the ground.

In short, all kinds of things except practice.

And their task every morning was to fill the water tank of the twenty or so mouthfuls in the back kitchen courtyard first, so that they could use it to make medicinal soup and meals for the official disciples.

"Shen Xiu, are you still eating those medicine residues, I said don't eat those medicine residues, have you forgotten how you fainted almost a year ago?"

Walking on the road, Wang Yan, who was carrying two wooden barrels, hesitated for a moment and admonished.

"It's okay, I know it." Shen Xiu smiled and said.

This Wang Shi entered the museum at the same time as him, and the relationship is good.

It seemed that he thought that he was stealing the dregs of medicine in the house in the morning, but he could not explain the purpose, so he could only answer like this, and Wang Xian could only give up if he did not move.

When they arrived at the door of the back kitchen, they saw a fat man with a round body looking at them with disgust, and his thick voice sprayed saliva and dust all over the sky.

"Don't hurry up and get to work! If you can't finish it, don't even eat! ”

This fat man is a steward of the Jinhong Martial Arts Pavilion, who is in charge of the food and clothing of the miscellaneous disciples, and often deducts their monthly money.

For these miscellaneous disciples, they either beat or scolded, and they didn't have a good face at all, no matter how early they came or how fast they worked, the rest of the stewards had to scold these words.

As if what would be gained in this way.

If saliva can drown people, the anger of those miscellaneous disciples may drown on the ancestral grave of the rest of the stewards.

But even so, few disciples dared to resist and speak up, after all, this Yu steward was said to be a distant relative of their deputy curator.

And the deputy curator Xiang Shou is a strong man in the realm of bone cutting, such a person is also famous and deterrent even in the huge Taixi City.

Where did these miscellaneous servants, who were not even formal disciples, dare to resist, at most they scolded a few words behind their backs and spit on them.

You must know that the miscellaneous disciples who fought against Steward Yu last time are still pouring night incense in the thatched toilet in the hall.

The two ignored the scolding of the remaining steward and went straight to work.

The work is not light, but also very physically demanding, through a morning, Shen Xiu and Wang Xian, the two of them, filled more than 20 water tanks in the courtyard, and after completion, they were already panting and sweating.

Even so, Steward Yu came to reprimand a few times when he saw this.

After finishing the work of carrying water, the two of them did not have to rest, just drank a few sips of water, picked up a bowl of cauliflower rice with almost no meaty taste in the dining hall, and then went to the front martial arts training ground to move the training equipment.

During the move, I could see that several formal disciples in cyan robes on the field were fighting, waving unknown fists and kicks to fight inextricably, and the momentum was mighty.

Every time he saw this scene, Shen Xiu was a little envious, but he couldn't envy it.

Those martial arts techniques can only be practiced at will by formal disciples.

However, Shen Xiu was only envious for a moment, doing things steadily, and the time of the year was almost up, and it should be in the near future, just waiting for the opportunity to learn the exercises.

In the past two days, he had to feed the golden cicada in the dantian, and he felt that the first change after the golden cicada came out of its shell should bring him unexpected changes.

The busyness of the day continued, and it was not until the night when the sound of the beating outside the hall sounded that the Jinhong Martial Arts Hall gradually quieted down, and only some miscellaneous disciples were cleaning up the mess.

At this time, Shen Xiu rushed to the back kitchen, took over the work of a miscellaneous disciple, and poured pots of black medicine residue into the wooden barrel on the transport cart outside the back door.

When he was done, he left a crockpot of medicine residue as the rations for the next two days.

If it weren't for the strict management of the affairs, Jin Cicada would only eat a little bit every day, I'm afraid he would have to get more.

It's a pity that these medicinal residues are taken from their essence after boiling, leaving dross, and there is almost no residual medicinal properties, and there are more residual poisons, so people can't eat them indiscriminately.

Otherwise, he will always eat a little, this predecessor is more experienced.