Ten to fifteen years old is the best time to practice martial arts to build a foundation and refine the body.

After the age of fifteen, the muscles and bones of the vast majority of people grow into a stereotype, and the martial veins of ordinary people are closed and closed, and it will be even more difficult to open the veins and penetrate the qi again, and cultivating the true qi of the dantian is even more effective with half the effort.

This white-faced fat man of the rich man is right, like Wei Changfeng came to the Martial Academy at this age, unless he has the wealth or strong background, it is basically impossible to be carefully cultivated by the Martial Academy, and the future of the martial arts is bleak.

Just looking at Wei Changfeng's dress, no one would think that he was from a wealthy family, if he was really talented, how could he come to the martial arts academy now?

The old man in cloth was speechless for a moment, where did he know so much.

As for Wei Changfeng, he didn't take the other party's words to heart at all, and he didn't bother to pay attention to such characters.

He knows his own situation best!

When the white-faced fat man saw that he had the upper hand, he became more and more proud, stretched out his hand and patted the fat son beside him, and praised: "This kid in my family is twelve years old this year, and he is already a martial artist who refines the body!"

"With his talent, he can be promoted to the upper court in three years at most in the martial academy, and he will become an innate powerhouse in the future!"

The little fat man puffed up his chest, his nostrils were facing the sky, and his chin was raised high, as if he was already a powerhouse in the innate realm.

Squeak!

At this time, the gate of Jingyun Martial Arts Temple slowly opened inside, and the time for the opening of the courtyard had arrived!

The people who had been waiting outside the door immediately rushed in, for fear that they would be too late to get there.

The lower courtyard of Jingyun Martial Academy has three days to open every month to recruit people, although there is no limit to the qualification age of disciples, but the number of recruits per day is limited.

If you don't register today, you'll have to wait another month, so you'll inevitably be in a hurry.

The Jingyun Martial Academy had already prepared for this, and there were three wooden tables neatly placed in the spacious and open courtyard, lined up with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and the three martial artists of the Martial Academy sat behind the tables.

One of the martial artists stood up and shouted: "Don't crowd the line, if anyone runs around, I won't be polite, just go out!"

His voice was infused with true qi, which shook everyone's eardrums, and the originally chaotic scene suddenly became calm, and many people showed a look of awe.

Everyone lined up in front of the wooden table in an orderly manner, and began to sign up in an orderly manner.

The Captain of the Guard chose a team.

It was not the first time he had come to the Martial Arts Academy, so he still knew the registration process, and after paying fifty taels of silver to the martial artist, he spent another thirty taels to book himself a dormitory numbered B.

The tuition fee of the Martial Arts Academy is paid once a year, as long as it is paid on time, it is no problem to mix in the lower courtyard for ten or eight years.

But studying in the martial arts academy, the tuition fee is really a small part of the cost.

In addition to daily food and drink, learning martial arts, purchasing weapons and equipment, hiring samurai for individual guidance, etc., all need to be paid out of their own pockets, even if they are injured during the practice, the cost of treatment must be paid by themselves!

In addition, the martial arts academy also provides dormitories for disciples, which are divided into four grades: A, B, C, D, A, and B, AND B, all of which are single-person living alone, with the first number being the most luxurious and most expensive, the C number being a four-person room, and the D number being the cheapest chase shop.

Although Wei Changfeng can afford to live in the dormitory No. A, he can't squander the money if he has it, because there are too many places to use the money in the future, and No. B is enough to meet his needs.

You must know that when he was in the martial arts courtyard back then, he only lived in room C.

After completing the registration, Wei Changfeng also got a wooden waist card that proved his identity as a disciple of the lower court.

There are thousands of lower court disciples in Jingyun Martial Academy, and this identity is nothing remarkable at all, compared to the lower court disciples of Jingyun Dan Academy.

Only by fighting their way out of thousands of peers and being promoted to the House of Lords can they be qualified to be looked down upon.

And the disciples of the Upper Court have the worst strength, and they also have cultivation above the Seventh Heaven of Refining Body!

Originally, with Wei Changfeng's talent, his predecessor continued to practice in the Martial Arts Academy until now, and he may have been promoted to the Academy, but it is a pity that he missed this opportunity.

"Boom~"

When Wei Changfeng turned around to leave, he heard a low sob.

I saw the little girl named Nie Xiaoling wiping her tears outside the team, crying like pear blossoms and rain.

And her grandfather stood aside sighing, his face full of chagrin.

Wei Changfeng hesitated, but still walked over and asked, "Old man, what's wrong?"

The old man in cloth said with a bitter face: "It's all because I was careless, I lost the money bag, and the whole seventy taels of silver were gone, this is the hard-earned money that the child's father has worked hard to accumulate for three years!"

He raised his hand and pounded his head vigorously, and said bitterly: "You old fool, why are you so careless? Damn it, damn it!"

Nie Xiaoling grabbed his arm, and said with red eyes: "Grandpa, don't blame yourself, let's go back and look for it on the road now, maybe we can find it back!"

Everyone knows that this money is lost, and where can it be recovered!

It is very likely that someone stole it on the road, and you must know that most people come from the direction of the open-air market, and there are many thieves in the market there.

"Old man, I'll pay for your granddaughter's tuition!"

The white-faced fat man came over with his son just now, and said with a smile: "I will give you another fifty taels of silver, but you have to sign a contract and let your granddaughter be a maid for my son for ten years." ”

The children of rich and noble families, many of them have maids since childhood, most of them are trained as concubines, and their status and status are very low.

The old man in cloth was stunned, and then shook his head resolutely: "No!"

Of course, he knew what the identity of the maid meant to his granddaughter, and where would he push Xiaoling into the fire pit.

The white-faced fat man said confidently: "Then add fifty taels and give you one hundred taels! It's enough to buy a maid in Jingyun City, but I see that your girl is a little pitiful, so I am willing to pay this price." ”

The old man in cloth did not waver, but Nie Xiaoling grabbed his arm, raised his head and said pitifully: "Grandpa, Daddy, he wants to use money to buy medicine to cure the disease, you still agreed!"

Hearing the little girl's words, the white-faced fat man who took advantage of the fire to rob suddenly smiled.

He has eyesight, and he can see that Nie Xiaoling will be an outstanding beauty when she grows up, so he is willing to spend the money.

His fat son stared at Nie Xiaoling, his saliva was about to flow out, and he looked like he was eager to be eaten alive.

The old man in cloth closed his eyes, his old face wrinkled tightly, obviously his inner pain was entangled.

"A hundred taels?

Wei Changfeng, who watched coldly for a moment, suddenly said: "I don't need to sign the deed of sale, you will pay it back to me in the future when you have money." ”

He took out a silver ticket with a denomination of one hundred taels and handed it to the old man in cloth, and smiled at Nie Xiaoling.

Wei Changfeng actually didn't really want to care about this matter, there were more poor people in the world, but he was very disgusted with this white-faced fat man, so he simply took the money out and slapped his face.

In addition, the little girl gave him a very good impression, sensible and filial at a young age, which is worth his help.

The old man in cloth didn't expect things to turn around like this, and in addition to being stunned, he was even more grateful to Wei Changfeng, pinching the silver ticket and crying: "Thank you, thank you Wei Gongzi!"

Wei Changfeng said with a smile: "I'm not a young master, you can take Xiaoling to sign up, so as not to miss it." ”

"Good, good!"

The old man in cloth was so excited that he was a little incoherent, and urged his granddaughter to say, "Xiaoling, thank you Senior Brother Wei!"

Nie Xiaoling bit her lip, suddenly knelt down in front of Wei Changfeng, and kowtowed respectfully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Wei!"

Wei Changfeng stretched out his hand to help her up and said, "This money is not given for nothing, you will have to pay it back in the future." ”

Nie Xiaoling stood up and nodded, and said in a low voice, "I know, Senior Brother Wei, you are a good person!"

Are you a good person?

Wei Changfeng was greatly moved when he heard this.

In his previous life, it was the first time he had heard others say that he was a good person.

At that time, Wei Changfeng was arrogant and arrogant, acting as he pleased, recklessly, although there were countless alchemist living people, he had never heard others say these two words to him - good person.

He didn't care about it back then, but now that he has been reincarnated, his mood and thoughts have really changed a lot.

is the so-called cycle of karma, if he hadn't offended too many people, how could he end up dying.

Of course, some people are offended and offended, Wei Changfeng doesn't care now, such as the iron-blue fat man next to him, and his fat-headed and big-eared son.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant!"

The fat man glared at Yu Bubble and said hatefully: "There will be a time when you regret it in the future!"

Being interfered with by Wei Changfeng and stirring up a good thing, the fat man was naturally extremely unhappy, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't dare to be presumptuous in the martial arts courtyard, and there were no entourage guards around him, otherwise he would have given Wei Changfeng a good look immediately.

Wei Changfeng glanced at the other party lightly, just as a wild dog barking.

This kind of contemptuous attitude of turning a blind eye was so angry that the fat man of the earth was angry, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to, so he could only turn around and pull his son: "Let's go!"

The little fat man howled and refused to leave: "No! I want a maid, I want Xiaoling!"

The fat man was angry and anxious, and when he was annoyed, he slapped him directly: "If you want it, you have the ability to rob it yourself, don't be embarrassed here!"

The heavy slap finally slapped the little fat man honestly, he glanced at Wei Changfeng resentfully, and reluctantly followed his father out of the martial arts academy.

Wei Changfeng watched the old man in cloth take Nie Xiaoling to sign up before he left quietly.

According to the rules of Jingyun Martial Academy, the official entry of new disciples will be tomorrow, so he still has enough time to prepare and complete other things that need to be completed.

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