The next morning, the young man stood in front of the gate with the old man.

Both of them have quite ruddy complexions today, and the early morning sun shines on their smiling faces through the mist, and there are three more points of confidence in their good faces.

The young man carried a hundred taels of silver in his arms, and he was naturally full of confidence.

Lao Zhangtou is naturally yearning for a new life, as long as the sun sets, there will be sixty taels of silver in the account, such a day has a rush.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, they were in good spirits for the happy event, and they cooperated quite tacitly, and at the same time raised their right foot, and their right foot landed at the same time, and they walked to the road to Fengtian Academy together.

Don't look at these two people who are okay now, they fought for a while on the road of exploitation and anti-exploitation last night.

After the two of them finished eating last night, they didn't rest immediately, and they both enjoyed the cool in the courtyard.

Old man Zhang's spirit is quite good, he moved out the tea set that had not been used for several days, and after cleaning, he didn't know where this guy got the tea from, and he boiled it and drank it, the fragrance of tea wafted in the air, refreshing and elegant, and the smell of this tea should be good.

Lao Zhang crossed Erlang's legs, with slippers hanging on his toes, shook them for a while, took this small ceramic cup and squinted at the tea soup, looking complacent and enjoying.

Jing Ming sat on the edge of the well, he thought that this old man was idle and idle, martial arts all the way against time, wouldn't it be better to start earlier, and now he wants Lao Zhang to teach him orthodox martial arts.

Clearly proposed, the old man was determined not to agree, the young man had an idea, and took out the martial arts cheats that let the fish get water during the day take home first, thinking that when he was studying, he deliberately bought a few flaws that were not like words to lure Lao Zhang's heart to teach, such an idea The young man felt too relieved, but sixty taels of silver a day, what happened to him working overtime?

The first book that the boy picked up was called 'Eight Arms Fist' is a martial art.

The martial arts boy has his own understanding, although the swordsmanship is sharp and the killing of the enemy is tangible, but there are not one or two boxing skills under the martial arts close to him, and it is easy to suffer losses, so if he wants to make up for this shortcoming, he can also increase the chance of winning in the martial arts competition in the future.

The martial power of the eight-armed fist is simple to operate, and the emphasis is on the cumbersome moves.

The young man pinched it a few times, but he couldn't get the essentials in the book, and he didn't need to show off his flaws at this time, he was already full of flaws.

On the way, I glanced at the old man drinking tea many times.

The old man's face was more calm than the shoes hanging on his toes, and he didn't even look at it, and he was very leisurely.

Jing Ming gritted his teeth, determined to put down this stubble first, saying that every martial art is a silent treasure, how can he bear it after going deep into it, and immediately seriously comprehended it, and after more than half an hour, Jing Ming practiced again, and the mastery of the moves was much more proficient.

It is estimated that Lao Zhang's tea is too hot, and he didn't make a sound of "snort...".

Jing Ming's face turned cold, and he was originally a little complacent about Wuwu Martial Arts, but his face suddenly turned pale, he stared at the old man, and said coldly: "Does Mr. feel that there is something wrong?"

Lao Zhangtou picked up the purple clay pot, poured a cup for the small teacup in front of him, picked it up and waved the tea fragrance to the nose with the other hand, the tea fragrance was rich and sweet, and the taste was not as rich and greasy as the fragrance, but it was very clear, and he praised in a low voice: "Good tea, good tea....."

Such a look will naturally get Jing Ming's white eyes.

Viciously dropped a sentence: "So make a mistake," the eight-armed fist was a desperate plan and couldn't take it up, so he picked up this sword technique from the table.

The title of this book is "Cangniao Swordsmanship," rumors come from a certain talented elder of the former great sect Qingshan, this swordsmanship can be cultivated to a high depth to kill the happy grandmaster, at first included in the "Wuji Palace", there are not too many people who borrow for fame, but after half a month, no one cares, this sword is the sword of the martial arts, the martial arts regard the martial arts as a waste, and the swordsmanship of the waste is a waste even if it is superb, and there are naturally few people who learn.

Jing Ming had also heard of such a book, and let the fish get water to find it in the Wuji Hall for a while before discovering it.

On the first page of the book, it reads: 'My sword is like an eagle in the sky, and any strong enemy is but a cloud of smoke under my wings. ’

Secretly praised a crazy tone, and said, "Don't let me down too much," the cheats were opened page by page, and the young man's expression was a little obsessed, and he was almost halfway through the slightly immature face with infatuation.

Suddenly, the young man stopped turning the book, his eyes regained their clarity, and he couldn't chew it out if he was greedy, and continuing to read would only affect his understanding of the sword moves.

He put the book back on the table.

Lao Zhangtou's biggest bad memory is that after his iron sword that made a name for himself on the border was borrowed by Jing Ming, he forgot it as if there was no such thing, which was too inconsistent with his character.

Jing Ming is naturally happy about this.

The first style of the Cangniao swordsmanship is 'the sword pointing at the sky,' this move is a starting style, holding a long sword in one hand, the hilt is down, the tip of the sword is pointing to the sky, and the body is slightly lower.

"Whew...."

Lao Zhang took a sip of tea again, this time it can be confirmed that it is definitely not because the tea is too hot, this cup of tea has been poured well since Jing Ming turned up the 'Cangniao Sword Technique', and he tasted several sips on the way, but he has not seen a hot mouth, and this time he made such a sound, naturally because he laughed at the young man's sword.

The young man continued to practice his sword calmly, not wanting to spoil his mood because of this episode.

"Whew...."

This is a naked ridicule, the old man faced this young man, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and the light of disdain in this gap flowed down like water in the sky, even then he felt that it was not enough, and he did not forget to point Jing Ming with his hand, and then kept shaking his head.

The corners of Jing Ming's eyes twitched, and he endured this evil breath first, and said, "Why is Mr. laughing." ”

Lao Zhang was very frank and said: "I laugh at you that the sword is not like a sword, the bird is not like a bird, and you still want to hit the sky, do you say it is wishful thinking." ”

The young man's eyebrows were raised, and he was not angry because of Lao Zhang's provocation, but he realized from it that Lao Zhang knew very well about such swordsmanship, and he already had a plan in his heart to deal with it, so he took the opportunity to bait the old man, sneered, and said: "You know something, and I haven't seen the real Cangniao Divine Sword." ”

"Phew.... The old man spat unceremoniously and said, "You have also buried the word 'god', and you dare to say that the sword that this three-year-old child learned is a god?"

The young man wanted to use the method of agitation to provoke him, so that he could teach himself to learn the sword.

There is no doubt that Lao Zhang's performance is now steadily embarking on this path.

The long sword in the young man's hand suddenly fell, and it was the 'eagle striking the sky' in the Cangniao swordsmanship, 'the tip of the sword was awe-inspiring, and the first time he used it, he could have the current artistic conception, in the words of Mr. Changjing, 'How good it would be if the Yutang acupoint was not broken, this kid is definitely a genius.' ’

This sword proves that the boy is still that genius.

Lao Zhang is mysterious, the real martial arts cultivation cannot be considered, Jing Ming is not afraid of hurting him, this sword martial intent is surging, it can be said that he used all his strength.

"Hey...."

Lao Zhang smiled easily, put his finger into the tea bowl, and when he raised it, the Dao Water Sword appeared in the air, except for this technique being dazzling, the martial arts spiritual power he used was very little, almost nothing.

The two swords intertwined, and the boy felt that his sword would not necessarily win, but it would definitely not lose.

Who would have thought, the moment of contact, the young man's very confident long sword was like an embroidered pillow, shattered, and after the water sword was gently brushed, the martial arts star in his body was still greatly shaken, and the young man couldn't stand the gasp of squatting down.

At this moment, Lao Zhang stood up, slowly packed up the tea set, and said: "The sword move is the god, the qi is the soul, you don't think that the martial artist doesn't need to have a soul, right?"

Martial arts cultivate internal strength, and martial arts practice breath.

It's not that the young man hasn't heard of this, but he has always felt that the martial intent in his chest is that breath, who knows that this is a completely wrong understanding, and this can't be completely blamed on the young man, firstly, the martial arts are mostly spurned, and secondly, Jing Ming has too little time to contact the martial arts, and many unknowns have not had time to explore, and thirdly, the method of martial arts practice is too scarce, so scarce that the vast majority of martial artists will think that martial arts is that breath.

The young man quickly lowered his head, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword hung on the ground, and bowed down and said, "Please teach me, sir." ”

A leisurely smile appeared on the old man's face, and he threw down the tea set that was ready to be cleaned, and after a trance, the old face returned to the look of the hanger just now, and said: "I am comfortable listening to this gentleman, originally, I should teach you a hand or two skills for this gentleman, who has a treaty before us, and we will start the employment relationship tomorrow, today I am still free, why should I teach you, I won't teach you, how about I am angry with you, hehe." ”

Jing Ming knew that there was no play as soon as he opened his mouth.

Listening to what Lao Zhang said, he became more and more happy, and the anger in his heart became higher and higher, taking advantage of that guy's inattention, the iron sword stood out and stabbed him, and he was very ruthless and went straight to the old man's heart.

The old man was proud in his mouth, proud on his face, and he was really proud of these two in his hand, and flicked a finger lightly, which was a little different from just now, the fingertips were full of strength, and he used the breath he said, and hit the sword with his fingers, and the young man even took the sword directly into a gyroscope and turned several times, and finally fell on the edge of the well.

Lao Zhang patted the ash on his body and said: "Boy, with a friendly reminder, I said that sixty taels of silver tattoos a day are good, which is not missing at all, and if you are a little less, don't want to learn a little skill from me, and settle the bill every day and night." ”

The last ten taels of silver of the young man fell into Lao Zhang's pocket, and now his pocket was cleaner than his face.

His original intention was to play a scoundrel with Lao Zhang, and after he had deceived his ability first, he delayed it through various means such as playing white slips, installment payments, etc., at this moment, looking at the current situation, how dare the young man play tricks, and got up from the ground with a grunt, and was ready to sneak out to find the silver.

At this time, Lao Zhang happened to walk to the edge of the door, and after he stopped, he said: "Why are you so unsaved, do you still have to wait for me to wash the master's tea set?"

Jing Ming felt that he was being exploited.

He thinks that he is the one who pays the bill, and at this moment he has to give the tea washing set that makes money by doing small jobs, which is really unreasonable.

Although he was aggrieved in his heart, he was very obedient and honest in his hands, and honestly brought water from the well, washed the tea set one by one, and wiped the water droplets on it one by one after washing.

Why did the boy on the street walk so confidently, where did the hundred taels of tattooed silver in his pocket come from?

The so-called one thing descends one thing, when the young man rushed to the street from the General's Mansion, he quickly located a person in his mind, the modest scholar mermaid Jingyang, who gave him the business of the gladiatorial arena every day, and he had to pay some money anyway, for the sake of a long-term source of business, the young man felt that he must have a long-term meal ticket, and the business of the gladiatorial arena must be involved.

No, the little ghost rushed to the fish mansion in a hurry.

At this moment, it was almost midnight, Yu Jingyang had already fallen asleep with his wife in his arms, Jing Ming deserved to be the son of the old scoundrel Jing Chen, and he brought the word scoundrel to the peak.

Sitting on the ground and stalking, he said that he would be the boss of everything, and he would also advance a hundred taels of silver from his pocket.

It is not easy for a scholar to admit death and not to bully, so he didn't give it, and in the end, Mrs. Yu got up and poured him a cup of tea, and he was determined to spend time with the young man.

In the end, the young man really had no choice, saying that his 100 taels of tattooed silver and the boss were not in vain, and he would take advantage of this time when the flow of people in Fengtian City increased greatly, and he would try his best to pull performance for the gladiatorial arena, so he dug up a hundred taels of silver from Yu Jingyang, the old man.

Wherever Jing Ming goes, he is the focus.

No, as soon as he arrived at the gate of the college, the students who were preparing for the battle stared at him with unkind eyes, and then he heard Lao Zhang's voice and said, "Wait a little crazy." ”